"Nice to meet you, I'm Hyukjae". He was a boy built of errant dreams and sharp angles, of glass smiles and something impossible to catch in his dark eyes.

He looked like an angel who got lost and forgot how to fly, and Donghae suddenly become aware of how the jackhammering of his heartbeat.

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They were eighteen and lying on the hard floor after long hours of practise, when Donghae broke it with a question: "Can you tell me something true?"

Hyukjae glances at him. "Depends."

"On what?" Donghae asks curiously.

Hyukjae smiled, it was crooked, but tinged with seriousness at the same time: "Depend on what version of truth you want to know."

Donghae huffed, but the other's expression didn't change, and it made him ponder for a moment. "Well, just tell me something that's true right now."

Hyukjae was silent for a long moment, then the answer came, very quietly: "There's nowhere I'd rather be right now."

Donghae's smile was blinding.

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"Is he a honest person?" Donghae remembered his brother asking about Hyukjae.

"Depends on what version of truth you want to hear." He remembered saying.

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Later, much much later, when he and Hyukjae was out at night to get ice creams, and the road was long enough for them to watch the stars move in the silence of the night, Hyukjae started conversationally

"Junsu thinks truth is objective."

Donghae glanced at