He wonders 

Does he ever burn out? Lee Seunghoon shines like nothing he has ever seen before, pure passion and power and energy. The way he moves, fluid and beautiful and breathtaking and the way he laughs, easy and natural, like sunshine, like the stretch and dip of golden rays bringing warmth and light to the curve and bumps of all of the earth in gentle caresses. 

His cheeks burn when he finds them locking eyes. Even if there is nothing to it— they are contractually bound, they are paid to play a part. And no one plays it better than Seunghoon, whose fire has never died and instead blazes stronger than ever, determined to chase a dream. His dream, their dream; it is all one now. And if it is all so muddy and intertwined, Jinwoo thinks he has no right to make it all the more complicated. There is no reason for this— the embers smoking in his chest when Seunghoon smiles across the room, the lingering heat of careless touches.

It is unbearable. When Seunghoon presses himself into him, laughs into his hair, runs his hands all over, all over. Ignorant of the wildfires he leaves in their wake. Ignorant of how Jinwoo sits in his room at night, so cold and dark and lacking of heat, yet scratching at his skin, rubbing at his neck, because he is being incinerated wholly by the thought— the knowledge— that someone so brilliant, so dazzling, could exist, and that someone this brilliant, th