The thread was always blown away by the wind

Soobin never craved attention until now. He doesn't understand why he's feeling this way. He wants those monolids to look at him the way they're looking at the girl between them. He wants to feel the sensation and warmth of hands brushing and swinging next to each other, like Yeonjun's hands swinging next to the girl.

"Soobin, bye," Yeonjun says, raising his hand. Soobin thinks he's going to wave, but instead, he scratches the back of his neck.

"Bye, hyung."

"Don't call me that," Yeonjun says, turning back.

or,

Soobin fell first. At twelve, with wide eyes and a too-big heart, he saw a boy with monolid eyes and a laugh like wind chimes-and knew. But Yeonjun? Yeonjun hated him. Or at least, that's what he told himself.