It has been 746 days since he’d started wondering, pondering for an answer to that question, all in vain of course. Nothing seems to surface.

Not when he saw those milky chocolate orbs focus on his own shamefully wide ones. Not when those thick, pink lips would open up oh-so-beautifully and he would immediately lose track of whatever was it he’d sought after. Not when he insistently would push his head under his rough, work-hardened hands, the silky texture of his hair wrapped around his fingers and he would be contentedly, long before he was able to form thoughts coherent enough to realise what he’d done.

A/N: Because D.O,, I don't care if you're gonna date or truly marry some girl someday, I will still write KaiSoo! Chesunghamida ><