When your heart is divided in two, you can lose the hold of yourself.

     "As the morning had approached and light beamed through the blinds, Kyuhyun was slowly waking up, feeling nothing in particular except for a gentle breath against his dampening neck and a few fingers carefully playing with his hair.

     His eyeballs rolled strained to the left, making sure that he wasn’t hallucinating and smiled when the hand fumbling with his hair pulled away. It trailed along his jawline and neck to stop right on his chest, feeling its rise and fall. A feeble laugh echoed into his ear, and he turned his head as the nose recently poking his neck had withdrawn.

     Sungmin was darling beautiful in the morning – he wasn’t going to lie – and despite his terrible morning breath, Kyuhyun didn’t resist the urge to quickly peck the small, M-shaped lips before he could say anything.

     There was a short silence after that, but they didn’t mind looking into each other’s eyes.

     It had been seven months. If Kyuhyun were to say that glancing into his boyfriend’s eyes and holding him close meant the world, he would not be lying. Because the shield he held before his soul didn’t hide a lie; it held another truth.