“Where are we—” Kyungsoo yelps as Jongin practically throws him over the window pane of a filthy-rich looking convertible, a treacherous little thing parked up against the curb, all black exteriors and plush white interiors, not even bothering to open… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“The stranger, with an unlit cigarette between his teeth, turns first. The unflattering elevator lighting enshrouds him in jaundice yellow and a heavy veil… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“Thick pulse and dizziness make his head light and stomach turn. He really can’t feel his fingers, or knees for that matter. But everything… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“Because, listen, hyung. You don't deserve to...see the daises wither...” — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“My name is Jongin. I’m the writer who lives next door. See you tomorrow, hyung. Don’t forget!” — changdictator Copy Share Image
“There are questions Kyungsoo doesn’t ask Jongin. He doesn’t ask Jongin if they can stay together forever, or how many tomorrows are really left,… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“Still, it’s almost too natural to rekindle Jongin’s smile with a tiny “Hello,” and somehow the syllables are perfect on his tongue, perhaps because… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
“Where are we—” Kyungsoo yelps as Jongin practically throws him over the window pane of a filthy-rich looking convertible, a treacherous little thing parked… — Changdictator Copy Share Image
