Kyungsoo is a thick, bold line drawn across the crumpled canvas of Jongin—eyes stained with blood and skin sewn with stitches.

He hates the creases that he finds and often tries to smother Jongin in a pool of organised kisses and planned nights.

Only thing is that Jongin is a mess of destruction and the emblem of chaos—a mere replica of everything Kyungsoo hates.

Yet, Kyungsoo finds himself comfortable in a pile of ruins, rubble, scattered feathers in the nights. Because Jongin is just Jongin—not a son, not a brother, especially not another damned face in the solemn curse of humanity.

Jongin is everything but perfection—bits and pieces of history and memories fragmented and torn apart.

Jongin is rude, arrogant and disorderly—repeatedly caught in unnecessary problems that Kyungsoo will have to fix.

But Kyungsoo loves Jongin anyway.