I fell in love with your silent hope and adoration, your wits and your enigma.

Minho smiles at his phone screen, the pad of his thumb gliding across. He's looking at the pictures Taehyun sent him just a while ago -- pictures from his Berlin travel with his older clique as Taehyun works on his own projects.

Minho stops at a certain photo where Taehyun is walking away, his face lonesome as he looks back. On the bottom of the photo is: "When can we be together?" and Minho had to stop himself from booking a flight to Germany.

I fell in love with your harsh recklessness and chaos, your screams and your demons.

Minho remembers Taehyun all throughout the day. They were shooting for a show and he knows he needs to focus but thoughts of leaving to be with Taehyun plagues his mind. They had a rough time last year to the point of them breaking things off because it was just too tiring. Minho thought it was for the better, only to realize that being separated was even harder.

He always borrowed courage from beers and wines and sojus for his calling Taehyun at ungodly hours to talk about nonsense during their hazy break up period. Both of them unsure why they were still talking when they were supposed to end things as they were. But Minho was never really drunk at any of those times anyway, so he knew how Taehyun stayed up talking with him until two in the morning, trying to make him underst