When Taekwoon saw him in the middle of the sunflower field, he knew he isn't human. The glow of his skin, the radiance of his smile, down to the color of his eyes.

"Will I see you again next summer?" Taekwoon had asked.

Hakyeon smiled, then brought his hand to Taekwoon's cheek. "As long as the sunflower field is here." he said, his hand still warm against Taekwoon's face.

And the next summer he came, the sunflower field was gone, replaced by tall ugly buildings. He walked away then, trying to remember Hakyeon's warm skin against his cheek.