Hanbin looked over at Jinhwan, who pulled a pouty face and tilted his tea cup to show him a black mess of tea leaves clumping to the bottom of the ceramic. Yeah, the only future he could foresee would be them having to scrub the dregs from the inner surface of cups. 

(He looked up at the stars and the beautiful stained glass as he held Jinhwan, and hoped fervently that somewhere out in the vast Milky Way, there existed someone who would make the boy effortlessly elated and who would never break his fragile heart.)