“Why did you choose to become a photographer?” Junhong asked one afternoon. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, hair in a beanie and Yongguk thought he looked his age for once. The elder shrugged.

“When I was younger, I used to love taking pictures with my dad's camera, I guess it stuck?”

“No,” Junhong leaned back on the floor, looking up to Yongguk, who sat on the couch. “I mean, why?”

Yongguk stared at Junhong for a minute, mind racing. Should he tell the young teen he'd only met a month or two ago – his reasoning? He thought about how when he told Himchan, the younger just rolled his eye's and called him sappy. What would Junhong do?

Only one way to find out.

“ Each moment, is a moment to save – to remember...” he began, looking away from the youngers gaze. “at least, that's what I think.”

“...Huh,” Junhong muttered, his lips twitching.

“Huh?” Yongguk repeated

“Yeah, 'huh'.” The teen didn't elaborate, and just leaned back and laid on the carpeted ground, humming softly.

Yongguk was confused.