Donghae walked across the desert, his lips dry. He was so thirsty and he was pretty sure he was lost. He fell to his knees, clawing desperately at the sand. He had to do this, he had to get to him. He crawled, watching as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Suddenly, his fingers sank into emerald grass, the sound of water falling in the near distance. He looks up, stumbling to his feet. He was near. Hyukjae was here.