They used to be inseparable, him and Daniel, teased often as the other trainees mocked that they were joined in the hip. They spent most of their time with each other, in pretense of practicing dance moves and repeating their melodies over and over again, perfecting every line they need to performed. And there were hours of them just lied side by side, muttering random topics, discussing anything else other than the competition itself. Being with Daniel was easier than breathing, happened so naturally—like it was something that meant to be.

Then the competition was over and they kept being busier and busier—their debut was scheduled on August, along with tons of promotion they need to do and a gazillion of ads to shoot. In the beginning it was fun and challenging, until Seongwoo reached the limit and realized that they were slowly drifting apart.

Daniel hesitated for a second before he took Seongwoo's hand and held the older male's wrist. “We rarely hang out these days. I miss hanging out with you, Hyung.”

Seongwoo held his breath. Daniel's touch felt warm. The Fantagio trainee took a step forward and placed his other hand on Daniel's, which holding his own. In response, Daniel offered his other hand and Seongwoo laced their hands together, fingers tangled onto each other. “Yeah,” He croaked, “I miss hanging out with you too.”