Junhyung hovers his body over Gikwang's making sure his dongsaeng's eyes were laid only on him. He smirked and gently touched Gikwang's soft face with the back of his hand, slowly placing his thumb on his chin. He tilted his chin upwards and felt the soft breaths out of Giwang's soft plump lips. Gikwang quivered as he felt Junhyung's cold tender fingertips touch him. Gikwang squinted his eyes shut. He knew he couldn't just give in just yet. This man that stood before can't possibly seem to know his true feelings. Gikwang took Junhyung by his shoulders and pushed him back. He was on the verge of tears, and a total meltdown. He stared at this boy that he ever so much loved, he just knew that it wasn't meant to be. A sharp shooting pain spread across his chest and a vast amount of trickled water streamed down his face. The agonizing burn pained him, weightloads of stares searched his body from head to toe. Slowly, his knees betrayed him and sank harshly against the floor and clenching with a tight fist. The aged male looked with sadden expressions. Took minimal steps onward and the soft hairs on the crying boy's head. This was the same boy, that wanted to become a man. The same boy, that wanted to get laid, have girls and wanted to fight. This shattered boy was the same boy, ever since they first met. This same boy that captured his heart...Junhyung took his hand and tilted Gikwang's chin up to his level once more. The tears formed and fell heavily down his cheeks. Gikwang gravely continued as he saw his partners face. He leaned forward seemingly closing the space between them. But a harsh wind came and silenced the two. It became a sudden wall between them. 

Was I too late?