It took a while before Sun Joon Ho trembled slightly. His right hand slid straight into Kangjeon Tae Hyun's garment, and pressing it against his chest.
Beneath the encased palm, the other's heartbeat was indeed equally intense.
A few months ago, upon hearing Kangjeon Tae Hyun mention not having loved anyone, Sun Joon Ho sighed, saying, "I think you're quite pitiful."
Back then, he understood nothing. He only secretly rejoiced in his heart and silently hoped to be the first to captivate Kangjeon Tae Hyun.
Yet, in autumn, on some restless nights, he also pondered: "If someone loved Kangjeon Tae Hyun, and Kangjeon Tae Hyun loved them in return, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
But now, those entanglements and pains had turned into a small rose thorn piercing his heart, sour and painful, emitting a sweet and fragrant scent.
Kangjeon Tae Hyun's hair gleamed with a metallic, somber light. He gazed up at Sun Joon Ho, his eyes transparent and shining.
