"Bend over for me, pup." Seungmin complies. Of course he does, that's his fucking job. ✘ As the blue sorrows of the night fade into the orange hues of morning peeking through, two people collide in the midst of dawn, separate paths beginning to merge whilst the weight of their own consequences narrow on their shoulders. Simple nudges cultivating into slow dances on the rooftop of their shitty apartment complex, they keep on finding excuses to be around the other. "We're just friends," They say. Who in the right mind would pose for hours, shivering and bare, for a 'friend' to sculpt you?