Sungmin remained in contemplative silence as Jongwoon tenderly iced his swollen shoulder. He really couldn't take much more of it, the way Jongwoon looked at him. The photographer clearly wore his heart on his sleeve and it had Sungmin's name written all over it.   "I don't deserve you," Sungmin whispered almost inaudibly.   Jongwoon tilted his head curiously, he couldn't be sure if he had heard Sungmin clearly. "Did you say something?"   "No."   "Sungmin, tell me. What's on your mind?"   Sungmin feels his heart twinge painfully whenever he looks at Jongwoon for too long. It's as if whatever emotions he had locked away for the past five years were threatening to burst out of his chest.   "Jongwoon-ah... I... I..."   Jongwoon leaned in and brushed his lips over Sungmin's, it was warm and feather-light. Sungmin moaned and reached out for the taller man.   "Sungmin-ah. Tell me anything. Tell me everything. I'll listen. I'll listen to it all."   Sungmin thinks it over and he thinks he should start from the beginning. He thinks he should tell Jongwoon about Kangin and about Siwon, but before he said anything at all he merely whispered, “I need you.”   - - -   There were so many things left unsaid, but it's hard to have a true connection if you don't voice your thoughts. Sungmin was used to remaining silent, it was a habit - a prerequisite of his occupation - that he should never divulge more information than absolutely necessary; but now as he was wrapped securely in Jongwoon's warm embrace he wanted to speak. He wanted to tell Jongwoon everything. Everything about his past, his present, and perhaps plans for his future.    To be honest Sungmin never dared to think about the future. He just lived day by day, every breath he took was a triumph because an assassin's life expectancy didn't stretch beyond a handful of years. He had been doing this job since he was released from his active military service. Not having the money to pursue college right away he was recruited by the organization. His attention to detail and his obsession with perfection made him an ideal candidate. No one rolled out of bed one day and decided that being an assassin would be a good career path, but Sungmin didn't have any other prospects at the time.    He couldn't really make up his mind about what to do with himself in the beginning. He almost considered a life working for the military, because at least there would be structure and he knew what would be expected of him. But then he met Kangin, all bright smiles, loud chuckles, and blinding charisma. He was drawn in by Kangin, who's life force was hundreds of times stronger than his own. He idolized the older man, he respected him, and he had a massive crush on him. He was enthralled by Kangin because the older male could carry on one-sided conversations for hours on end and Sungmin found it endearing and quite charming - albeit annoying at times. His life seemed a dull gray when Kangin was not around so he had taken to meeting with the other man whenever possible.    Sungmin had mentioned to Kangin that he needed a job and asked if the latter had any suggestions about what he could apply himself to.   Kangin had looked at him somberly and said "You can do anything you put your mind to."   It was unusual for Kangin to take such a serious tone with Sungmin when they were halfway into their cups, but at that time Sungmin didn't know that Kangin was a strong drinker. No matter how much alcohol he indulged in, he was never completel