sehun doesn’t notice a lot of things.

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.

if chanyeol was here, kyungsoo would know what to say.

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.

if chanyeol had all the time in the world, he would probably spend a third of it counting the number of times he’d actually daydreamed of waking up to sehun's disheveled hair and muffled 'good mornings'.