"I'll miss you." These's no doubt about the tenderness of his voice. His smile doesn't falter, his eyes a well of tainted truth, yet nothing about his veneering is questioned.

Perhaps Jiyong doesn't know him all that well.

Nothing's changed at all.

Honeyed words are exchanged. And a hug that lingers a bit too long to be considered friendly follows. Jiyongs lips brush lightly against his own, and amidst the flurry of travellers, the kiss suddenly feels too much of a taboo. Too agonizingly long. Exhausting.

Maybe Seunghyun shouldn't have been so coignisant of his surroundings. His five senses ought to have been overwhelmed by the kiss, and his heart should've skipped a beat or so, the lukewarm, pleasant bubbling in his gut should have begun. He shouldn't have cared less if it grabbed the attention of these obscure passer-bys. His world should have stopped spinning. Mind should've stopped wandering.

Everything should've been easier, lighter, breezier.

"I'll see you---soon." The words leave his lips; the last one feeling every bit heavier than the rest.

And he initiates it -- the drawing back his own ebony fingers, still interlaced with Jiyong's daintier ones. Jiyong musters a smile, but Seunghyun knows he's keeping up a strong front.

It can only get harder.

Seunghyun reciprocrates it - except with much more hesitence. Picking up his sleek luggage, he gives the man that had once meant so much to him, one final wave.

He watches Seunghyun's slowly diminishing figure, Jiyong knows. Slowly, he will see less and less of Seunghyun. Seunghyun will slip out of his life, like the placid waters that runs through the gaps between his fingers, fluidly, swiftly, with great celerity.   

"We're not like that anymore" is what Jiyong wants to, but doesn't find the courage to say. Saying it would mean that he admits it - that blemish in their perfect relatio