“Would you think of me as a fool if I told you the truth? Would you turn your back on me and think me a fool? Laugh and hate me for it all? What else have I got to lose now?” Yongguk sighed, looking out to the black sea which was lighted by the silver moon above, the snow falling over the sea and sinking below the waters as it dissipated into nothing, reminding the older of the few months he had spent away, secluded and alone. Parting his lips again, the man spoke lowly. “After it ended, I thought I’d never be able to breathe properly again... I didn’t think anyone would ever love me, most of all not the boy at the coffee shop. Yet somewhere in the back of my mind was niggling me, telling me you were there still at the shop, waiting for me with a smile as you made my perfect coffees, the ones that I’ve somewhat become addicted to, Junhong.”