"C'mon, Kyungsoo," Jongin called softly. "We're almost there."

"Why must I be blindfolded?" Kyungsoo groaned, trudging along beside the dark-toned boy.

"Because, it's a surprise," Jongin hissed.

Kyungsoo sighed and continued his melancholy trudging with Jongin's warm hand clutched his tightly. Their fingers curled and nestled together almost perfectly, as they had for almost a year.

No, actually a year.

In fact, on this very day, they had been together for one very happy year. 

Kyungsoo finally understood what was going on.