sunggyu hands the bowl of popcorn to sungyeol bypassing myungsoo between them on the sofa, eyes never leaving the screen of their small tv so he misses the way myungsoo blindly s for a handful and the face he makes when he realises it’s salted and not sweet (the reason why sunggyu passed it to sungyeol in the first place - sungyeol has always been salt and myungsoo has always been sugar).

sunggyu mouths the words along with the movie, the music swelling his heart and wondering for the millionth time how composers do it, how they manage to put this melody and this instrument together and it comes out nothing less than magic - 

myungsoo rests his head on sunggyu’s arm then, hand in sungyeol’s, and sunggyu tears his gaze away from the screen long enough to let his eyes flicker over his boys; this melody and this instrument and then,magic.