soonyoung drifts alone on the living room, listening to old rock songs, playing old vinils on his player.
closes his eyes, feels kinda numb, kinda light. looks like everything has stopped and it's now just he and that rusky voice murmuring love on the radio. cliché.
like his smirk, round and round he goes, stumbling steps by the rhythm he hears. feels like heaven.
afternoon sunlights on his face, feeling the wind blow his hair, love still singing in the background.
feels soft, like jihun's cheeks after a good night of sleep. kissing his lips after singing love songs, like home.
coming back to his arms after crying, resting his head on his lap, them, too, murmuring love songs on the radio.
