At fifteen, Hansol can only count what he's good at in one hand—he's a modest boy—but it's with both luck and hard work that one his skills is that he's good at easing Seungkwan's heart.
It's not his fault that being with Seungkwan is such a cozy, familiar thing.
But Seungkwan pulls him closer. Hand on his shoulder, index finger across his jaw. Hansol looks at him, and he looks back, and all he sees is light.
For now, in this green room that aims to devour them completely, that's more than enough.
supposedly a gift for @spacechwe and @boosolmi, but christmas turned into new year's and then somehow time went straight into the middle of january.
this, however, carries the love i have all the same. thank you for your existence. 🤍