Leaning against the rooftop railing, cold in the night air, Sungjong looked out over the lights of Seoul.  They shimmered and danced, but maybe that was just because of the tears pooling in his eyes.  It really was too cold to be up here crying, the tear tracks like icy gouges down his cheeks.   But his broken heart felt some comfort in it.  His whole was body freezing slowly, the tears dropping from his chin hundreds of feet into the dark to land on the snow-spattered streets below.   And all he wanted was to feel the warmth of L’s lips on his own again, his breath brushing along his forehead as he leaned in for the gentle good night kiss, soft and sweet.   He wanted that first moment again.  When the boy he had crushed on since forever leaned in and captured his bottom lip between his own; those hands he dreamed about had cradled his cheeks.  Startled and nervous he had asked “Wh-What are you doing?”  And Myungsoo had smiled and said, “I’m kissing you.”