Jooheon stares up at the ceiling, pouting his plump lips as he puffs out his chubby cheeks. His pale skin is dusted a light pink, and his small eyes are filled with a desperate yearning. He doesn’t dare look at his friend, as the older boy is sure to . Minhyuk, on the other hand, intends to do anything but. He watches the younger with a sympathetic expression, crawling across the worn-down carpet to squeeze his forearm consolingly.

He knows all too well what it’s like to be questioning something you’ve been so sure about all your life.