It’s one of those rare days when Jinwoo wakes up before the alarm he set goes off. The sky outside was an awe-inspiring canvas of mixed hues, of oversaturated yellow breaking into bastion-like blue. As the sun rose higher in the sky, its rays illuminates his lover’s face. He is made of catastrophic stars and every shortened breath is all because of him. This, Jinwoo does not doubt. And every breath he stole from right out of his lungs was a welcomed and highly anticipated robbery. Jinwoo smiles, pressing his lips to his nose affectionately.

Seungyoon is adorable when he’s sleeping and Jinwoo ends up spending the next hour quietly observing him just breathe in and breathe out, without a thought of tomorrow. Tangling his fingers into Seungyoon’s hair, Jinwoo couldn’t imagine how to ask for anything more than this.

From the start, Jinwoo has never considered himself to be a ‘relationship’ kind of guy, but meeting Seungyoon made him realize almost instantaneously that he might just be the one to prove him wrong. To say that Seungyoon is someone special to him would still be an understatement. He recalls those days when they pretended they were lost in some world where certain realities don’t exist. He’d glance back at Seungyoon, eyes squinted, and with the sun burning brightly over their heads he’d take his hand into his. They lived and loved, just bre