it's two in
the morning.
yoo kihyun is
going through
the photographs
he took of
shin hoseok,
sitting on his bed
and smiling—
like an idiot.
he's fond and
it's kind of
really obvious;
anyone can see it
just by looking
at how his eyes
light up
when he sees
shin hoseok.
yoo kihyun
can never know how
to tell the taller man
about his feelings
and how
he finds him
absolutely
breathtaking and
utterly celestial.
he looks down
at his camera—
a photograph of
the older man
looking out to
the river
on the screen.
yoo kihyun
sighs.
"perfection."
