Seunghyun loses himself in constellations, a plethora of stars that roam the sky at night. They're the only things that remain stagnant, the only things he can rely on, and the only things that have him dead set on wishing, wishing and wishing they weren't so muted to perfection like the obedient porcelain dolls that sit oh-so-neatly on the top shelf of a china shop. 

Or when Seunghyun remembers, a certain boy that smiles in way that gets him pondering over why his lips curl automatically as well, and how this boy never stops rambling over the most aimless, pointless issues but he can still get Seunghyun's heart just beating so fastfastfast - and it all has to do with just listening to his voice. And this boy is brave, he's a boy of resilience, courage because he says these little things that Seunghyun can never bring himself to say, let alone mouth it - and he voices it like a proclamation, unafraid and yet it's tender, tender enough to send Seunghyun's heart doing summersaults and his mind on its 'believe everything that he says' mode.

Seunghyun marvels, he marvels at how Jiyong is able to unconsciously lure him to spend less time with his stars, and more time with him.

And maybe it’s because Jiyong is different. Maybe it’s because Jiyong is his Achilles’ heel, and maybe it has got to do with the way Jiyong looks up from his eyelashes and it’s enough to pin Seunghyun down on right where his seated with his palms clammy and pressed so deep onto the armrest it might actually never actually revert back to its original, impeccable state.

And maybe Seunghyun is fighting a losing battle – of which he thinks too much and simply refuses to feel.