chanyeol thinks he's too cool to be friends with someone as quiet as jongin, but for some reason, he keeps trying.

jongin hasn’t stopped smiling, not really. not when he’d been sole witness to a rather “adorable” fall by an equally cute stranger.

there is a hollow space in jongin’s chest where chanyeol used to be.

eight years and counting, and yet baekhyun feels like he’s seeing sehun for the first time every waking day, thoughts going haywire with every touch, every word spoken, every glance thrown his way, reducing baekhyun into a mess of feelings and oh sehun, like every fiber of his being is rooted in the way sehun hold him together.

jongin doesn’t tell chanyeol his days at the dance studio have become more dull―muted steps lost in the flurry of failed trials and mundane routines.

chanyeol is stuck with what to write for his next song and finds inspiration in all the wrong places.

jongin doesn't know whether to kiss chanyeol or bury him under all the snow.