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Since the day Daeyoung joined the company, he knew Sion and Yushi were an item. Most of the other guys described it as a ‘special bond’, given that they had been training together for so many years and were chosen to debut in the same group. Most of the guys were also straight and had no sense of what love between two boys who lived through so much together looked like. But the thing is, Daeyoung had gone through it already, all the questioning and doubting and ‘I shouldn’t’ and ‘I’m not supposed to’ , and he had watched enough dramas and read enough romantic manhwas in incognito tabs on his phone to know: Sion and Yushi liked each other in a way that had less to do with the hours locked inside the humid training room and more with the sparkle in their eyes every time they found each other.
Daeyoung liked to observe them sometimes, like the audience of a cute teen drama. There’s a thing about how love changes people — how their actions and behavior are turned into something new when forged by the care of a force so intense. Yushi was usually a chill, quiet, introverted kid, the type people would ask to speak louder and make fun of at school for it. From Monday to Monday, Daeyoung would see him be the first one to arrive at the training room and the last to leave — and most of these days, they exchanged little to no words, the heavy expectation of their futures overwhelming and real. Nevertheless, anyone who paid enough attention knew that Yushi, more than just shy, as one could assume at first, was more of the reserved type. He was always leading the practices, learning new moves, teaching them the right way to pronounce japanese words, always centered and focused and extremely objective.
Sometimes, he looked so serious, so tense , like he was bearing the world's entire weight on his shoulders.
It was one of those hard days of never-ending training when Daeyoung decided to stay until late to practice his singing a little more because there was a specific note in the song he wasn’t quite hitting yet and the mere thought of getting it wrong on the show made him sick to his stomach. Yushi, as usual, was still practicing, going through extremely specific points on the choreography Daeyoung never even considered before.
It was close to midnight, and Daeyoung couldn’t force himself to look at the lyrics sheet anymore when Sion entered the room. He didn’t seem to notice Daeyoung’s presence — didn’t acknowledge it, at least — going directly to the other boy, who was still immersed in his practice. Daeyoung tried to be discreet, but he couldn’t stop himself from stealing a glance as Sion took one of Yushi’s earphones out.
When the younger boy finally noticed Sion’s presence, it was like magic happening.
It only took a moment, a single beat, for Yushi’s eyes to soften. His posture changed, and suddenly he looked bashful, apologetic, childlike — nothing like the guy who looked so fierce and sharp during practice just a second ago.
“You promised me you would go to sleep early,” Sion murmured, and, as if he knew exactly what Yushi would say next — and maybe he did —, he continued before the other could put a sentence out, “We have practice early tomorrow. Don’t be stubborn.”
It was funny. His tone was one Daeyoung had never heard before, at least not from Sion, who was always lighthearted in every word. He sounded strict in a way, but not like a teacher, a parent, or even their choreographer. There was no impatience in his voice, just concern, as if he were in a hurry to get Yushi somewhere safe, warm, and cozy.
“You didn’t need to come all the way back here just for this,” Yushi spoke, a low, timid thing. Sion nodded, taking a wet strand of hair out of the other boy’s eyes.
“I know. I came anyway,” he shrugged. Daeyoung felt himself blush at the words. So that was love, huh? “I bought some ramen. If you come with me, I can make it for you while you take a shower; how about that?”
Yushi frowned, taking Sion’s hand out of his hair and holding it by the wrist, the touch so light and his iris so bright. “I’m not a baby, hyung.”
Sion chuckled at him, and he looked enamored. Fallen , utterly wasted.
“I know,” and he said something more, too softly for Daeyoung to hear, but it made Yushi go red in the ears. “Let’s go home, Yushi-ah.”
And in no time, they were gone. Daeyoung doesn’t think they noticed him there, too enticed by each other’s presence to pay any attention to anything else. As he walked home, the feeling in his chest lingered; the image of two people connecting just by looking at each other, the sweetness contained in simple sentences. That night, Daeyoung wrote it in his notebook, his heart aching, longing for something he couldn’t name.
i wonder what love sounds like
to one who never heard its voice.
When Daeyoung was nine, a stray cat appeared by his house’s fence — it was a bony little thing, bleeding from the ears, scraped and dirty. Daeyoung felt his heart hurt at the sight and, before even thinking about the scolding he would get, he ran inside, making a beeline to the kitchen, the small kitten held tight by his even smaller hands. When he went through the door, his mom looked confused at first, then alarmed, immediately nagging him to let the kitten go. Daeyoung was extremely allergic, and he knew it because his attempts to get a pet never worked, but at the time he refused to reason until he finally convinced his mom to take the kitten to the vet clinic.
For the next three weeks, he would religiously help his mom give the kitten its meds, bring food, change the water in the bowl, and play. He named him Choco, because he had those brown eyes that looked like the cookies his mom made him sometimes. Day by day, his mom noticed him getting less lively, his cheeks progressively going redder, until, one day, Daeyoung couldn't get out of bed in the morning, shivering and sweating.
He spent three long days at the hospital, and when he came back home, there were no traces of the kitten left. He cried for twenty minutes straight, asking his parents to bring the little animal back, swearing on his favorite board game that he wouldn't get sick anymore.
His older brothers laughed at him, calling him a crybaby, as older siblings do; his dad hugged him tightly, telling him to be strong and promising to bring him a new puzzle after work.
His mom, however, waited for everyone to move out of the living room before bringing him close and patting his head, eyes full of affection.
“Aren't you such a softie, my Daengie…” she smiled at him and her words made him pout. With a chuckle, she brought him into a warm embrace. “That's not a bad thing, it just means you have a big heart.”
“Really?” his voice was faint, unsure. His mom nodded, wiping the tears out of his face.
“You're full of love, son. I hope you meet people who are willing to love you just as much.”
Summer came when Daeyoung was barely eighteen.
Everything felt sticky, especially inside the vocal training room. He had been waiting for the japanese teacher for almost forty minutes, his grey notebook sitting in front of him next to a half-empty bottle of a weird-tasting tea the vocal coach had been making him drink for a few days now. Daeyoung was bored to death; he was alone in the room because none of the other trainees were taking classes on the same level as him for now, and the pattern on the wall had started to make his eyes hurt after looking at it for such a long time.
He was about to start the hundredth ugly doodle on the last page of his notebook when he heard a noise outside the door. Startled, Daeyoung got on his feet, already starting to bow because you never knew who was going through the door at that building — a trainee, a tutor, a vocal coach, a well-known celebrity. Before he could complete his action, however, a hand reached his shoulder, accompanied by a sweet giggle.
“It's just me, Daeyoung-ah.”
And that voice was a remarkable one. He lifted his eyes, fixing his posture and finding Riku in front of him, in all his tan skin and raven hair glory. It was a bit of a shock — Maeda Riku, the famous trainee who everyone in the building talked to him about during the last month was right before his eyes; and even more surprising, Riku knew his name, even though they didn't talk much except for the day Daeyoung was introduced.
They also didn't train together — Riku was way ahead of him in almost everything and, on top of that, was about to debut (at least that's what Daeyoung believed, after watching all his fancams a dozen times). Daeyoung had just started getting the basics down and had a lot of training ahead.
“Oh, hi.” He forced the words out of his mouth, always a little sluggish around pretty boys — and don't get him wrong, Daeyoung didn't have a crush on Maeda Riku. They barely knew each other. But Daeyoung was just a teenager and Riku was kinda like the boys in the mangas he read, so anyone could excuse him for stuttering a little bit when talking to the other.
“They're calling you on the 5th floor,”
Daeyoung's immediate reaction was to scowl.
“That can't be good.”
Riku gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “I'm sure it's great news.”
“How would you know that, hyung?” Daeyoung sighed as he walked out of the room; he could already imagine hearing about how he didn't meet the executive's expectations and wasn’t advancing fast enough for them to keep him as a trainee. He could try to reason it — say he would try harder, take more lessons, do anything. But the fact was that Daeyoung wasn't needed here, where so many more talented people were waiting for a chance to showcase their talent to the world.
Daeyoung was just an average boy who liked to sing in the shower, maybe a little bit taller than his friends of the same age, but nothing more than that.
It was difficult to not be at least a little pessimistic.
He pressed the button of the elevator, noting that, strangely, Riku was still by his side. They got in together.
“Daeyoung?”
“Hm?” He turned to the older.
“I know it's easier said than done, but don't be too nervous, okay? I'm sure you're gonna be okay.”
His warm voice echoed inside the walls of the elevator. Daeyoung felt something in his chest, a strange feeling setting there.
“How do you know that, hyung?” He asked again, a little more unsure — and deep inside, a little stunned, too.
Riku was really pretty.
“I don't”, he shrugged. “But you're talented, and I think you can make it.” And it was so genuine that Daeyoung smiled before he could even think about saying anything. The doors opened and Riku pushed him out lightly. “Now go.”
Taking a deep breath, Daeyoung stepped out of the elevator. He looked behind for a moment, taking the sight of the older boy.
“If I get good news, do you wanna have ice cream together?” Daeyoung proposed. Riku smiled at him — a different kind, this time, one Daeyoung hadn't seen yet during months of observation.
“I’ll wait for you,” was the last thing he said before the doors closed again. The feeling in Daeyoung's chest grew a little.
Bravely, Daeyoung went ahead the corridor, knocking on the third door.
That night, Daeyoung had ice cream with Riku for the first time. Two months later, they would be preparing to debut together.
Looking back at it, Daeyoung probably should've known that things would end up like this. It was not surprising that he, with an insatiable greed for all lovely things in the world, would be immediately attracted to the loveliest one.
Riku had long eyelashes, it was the first thing he noticed the day they met for the first time. They were pretty and made his big dark eyes appear so cat-like. These same eyes would look at Daeyoung with eagerness — to form a bond, to help, to build a partnership and a friendship. They followed Daeyoung's movements around the training room, would sparkle with worry when Daeyoung felt discouraged and wanted to give up, and would glisten with pride when he got up and continued trying. Riku’s eyes were so expressive, just like him, and they told their story. From curiosity to friendliness to understanding and then we did it . From the first time he saw him, he couldn’t get the image of his eyes out of his mind.
On the night their names were called and he didn't know what to do with the feelings inside his chest, Riku held his hand for a second, behind the stage when no one else was looking, and his eyes were filled with something Daeyoung couldn't describe; but from that moment on, he knew it was how he wanted Riku to look at him forever.
The thing in his chest that made him feel restless finally settled, and something a little brighter filled its space — the knowledge that, from now on, he would be able to see the hundred more stories Riku's eyes could tell him.
Their first kiss happened when they escaped training to lounge on the company's rooftop.
The night was a little chilly, so Daeyoung, always a gentleman, offered his jacket to the older.
“You get sick too easily, hyung.” was his response to the look he received.
“You’re gonna get cold,” Riku’s voice was faint, unconvincing, and Daeyoung was already wrapping the jacket around his shoulders before he could pretend to be protesting. He still pouted at Daeyoung, more as a way of silently scolding the younger than anything. Daeyoung smiled at him, moving to sit on the bench close to the planter boxes.
Riku took the space by his side, putting his hands inside the jacket’s pockets. “We should’ve brought some ramen, I’m starving,” he sighed.
Daeyoung thought about it when they were about to enter the elevator, but then again, they would probably get caught if they went to the convenience store because Sion went with their manager to get some snacks at the company’s cafe. What a pity, really; it would be great to have something to warm his body a little. They escaped so quickly off the training room that he didn’t even have time to search for one of the extra plaid shirts he always had on his backpack just in case — the case always being Riku forgetting to bring a jacket and borrowing it from Daeyoung. That’s actually how they ended up sharing so many of those, and Daeyoung didn’t have the heart to complain.
Mostly, he didn’t really want to. Riku smelled like citrus and sandalwood, something warm and sunny, but comforting. Sometimes, Daeyoung could catch a hint of it even after doing laundry.
“How long do you think we have before Ryo finds us?” Daeyoung asked. He hadn’t been paying enough attention, so he didn’t know if the boy was already sleepy enough to not notice their little escapade.
“Ten minutes tops. He was bouncing around just before we left,” Riku replied with a huff, rolling his eyes but smiling tenderly. He loved the entire group, of course, more than anything, but no one could deny that he had a tender spot for Ryo. Riku would always pay attention to him, to what and how much he was eating, how well he was sleeping, if he was having trouble with anything at all, and even if he remembered to put his laundry in the basket. Daeyoung thought it was sweet, how much he cared about him — and at the same time, he felt a little dirty for being just the tiniest bit jealous. What he wouldn’t give to have as much attention from Riku?
It was stupid. Everyone said Riku cared about him a lot, too.
(“You guys are always together, aren’t you?” Yushi said one afternoon while they were watching a Ghibli movie together — they were supposed to have vocal training but the coach messaged saying she would be late. They decided to just huddle together and watch something on the other’s phone so the time could pass quickly.
“Who?” Daeyoung questioned, eyes drifting to the older.
“You and Riku.” He didn’t even take his eyes off the screen, just casually stating what Daeyoung already imagined.
“I don’t know. All of us are always together.” Daeyoung shrugged, but the hint of defensiveness in his voice would never go unnoticed with someone so great at catching the small details.
“But you guys are worse. You’re always doing something together, talking in a corner somewhere, whispering things, and making inside jokes only you understand.” Yushi’s voice wasn’t judging nor accusative, but it made Daeyoung feel unsettled. It was weird knowing how people viewed his and Riku’s relationship on the outside when he didn’t see any of that. Of course, to him, Riku was not like an ordinary friend — he was someone he admired deeply, an example, a guide; he wanted his attention, his time, his care. But for it to make any difference, Riku would have to feel the same, and the thought of that alone could make him skip a night’s sleep.
“You’re exaggerating.”
Yushi didn’t care about that, it seems. “It’s like you’re always gravitating each other.”
Daeyoung looked away, scanning the room, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
“That’s not too different from you and Sion hyung,” a pointless accusation, of course, but Daeyoung couldn’t think straight at that moment.
Yushi snickered, and Daeyoung could almost feel the weight of his gaze.
“Me and Sion hyung are dating, tho. So what does that say about you?”)
“Are you okay?” Riku’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. The wind came stronger, shaking the leaves of the short trees around them. Daeyoung shuddered, and Riku got closer to him on the bench, their shoulders brushing and their arms touching. Daeyoung looked at him — how could someone look good after hours of nonstop dancing and under the most horrible LED lights on earth? That was a mystery.
“Yeah, just got distracted,” he got reminded to reply when Riku’s eyes landed on him, expecting.
“You sure? You seem kinda distant these days. Do you have something on your mind? You can talk to me if you need to.”
Oh, he was sweet. Daeyoung couldn't take it.
How can I tell you? How can I say anything at all when it’s all about you?
Love was such a weird thing.
Daeyoung knew from the first time they crossed paths. His eyes and his voice and even the way he walked. The small, timid smile on his lips, the little accent in his words. From the beginning, Daeyoung knew it wasn’t normal to pay so much attention to someone he never really talked to. That it wasn’t usual to watch his videos like he was an idol and memorize the look of pure determination on his face. Daeyoung knew it wasn’t usual to be so obsessed with a teammate, follow him around like a puppy looking for shelter, and wait for his suggestions of what to do that day like it was a command.
He knew it wasn’t a friendly thing to think about the boy sleeping in the room next to his while he wrote in his diary:
Please, just look at me, just this time. I need to know what love sounds like.
Because, deep down, he knew what his love sounded like a little too well.
Raspy in the morning, whiny before sleep, sweet when helping him get his moves right, and bright when talking about his hometown. Always, always kind.
Love, to Daeyoung, sounded like Riku on a winter morning, pointing at the window, screaming “Look, Daeyoung, snow!”, looking over at him with the most endearing expression, the brightest eyes, the prettiest smile.
Yushi knew, and Sion knew, and maybe even Sakuya and Ryo too.
Daeyoung definitely knew, but he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t dare to have his feelings for Riku turn into something real, just to have his heart broken by the impossibility of it.
But the thing about love is that, no matter how much we try to cage it, when a hint of it finds its way out, then it’s done. And, honestly, since the beginning, it was inevitable, undeniable.
Kim Daeyoung was in love, had been for a long time, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it. There was no way back from Riku.
“Hyung?” Daeyoung diverted his eyes from the older, focusing on the sky above them. They couldn’t see any stars from there, too much light pollution, but it was still pretty. “Have you ever liked someone?”
He felt dumb asking, like the lead on a teenage drama, but he also needed to know. He didn’t trust anyone else enough to ask, so it had to be him.
“What do you mean?”
Wasn’t it obvious?
“I mean like . Like a lot. So much you don’t know what to do.”
By his side, Riku shuffled on his seat, their shoulders still touching. He looked up, like Daeyoung, and sighed deeply.
“Well, yeah, I guess. One or two times. It was dumb, a high school puppy love type of thing.” He said it causally, and it was pathetic that even the thought of Riku’s eyes looking at anyone else like that, even in the most innocent, juvenile way, made his insides turn. Daeyoung was hopeless, wasn’t he? “You know, I even dated one of them.”
Riku laughed out loud. Daeyoung smiled at the sound of it.
“Really?”
“Yeah! We even exchanged school badges. It didn’t last, probably because I was more interested in playing volleyball after school.”
“How old were you?”
“Fifteen, I think?” he laughed again.
They stayed silent for some time, taking in the cold air and the noise coming from the busy streets. It could almost be relaxing if Daeyoung wasn’t so conscious of his own heartbeat.
“But, If you’re talking about being in love,” Riku started to talk again. This time, there was something different in his voice, like he was hesitating. “I have, too. You know, at first, I didn’t take it seriously, because I had so many things on my mind and I didn’t want to ruin it.” Riku sighed. “But feelings never wait for us to be ready, right? They just appear, take space, and don’t go away even when we want them to. So I just… Accepted it.”
Daeyoung felt that thing on his chest tighten.
“And then…” he paused, his breath coming short, his words mumbled in a way that was unusual for him, “What did you do?”
Daeyoung was startled by the cold fingers curling around his own, looking to his side and being met with a red-cheeked Riku. He was glowing, as always, but above that, his eyes were expecting.
“I waited,” was his answer, short and simple. Daeyoung tilted his head in response.
“That's it?” It couldn’t be.
“Yeah, pretty much.” He intertwined their fingers, and their hands felt cold against each other, but it was comforting. Riku squeezed them together, one, two, three times. “I’m still waiting. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
The day Choco was adopted into a new house, his mom took longer than usual to tuck him in. She gave him warm milk with honey, read him two bedtime stories, and put up his new dinosaur night light. When she kissed him on the forehead, his heart felt so warm it made him smile. Sleepy, he remembers asking her a lot of things.
“Mom, are you the person you said, who’s gonna love me just as much?”
His mom smiled at him, the scent of her faint perfume lulling him deeper into his dreams.
“I’m not. Mom loves you the most, but when you find that person, you’ll know.”
He remembers being so confused by that — who, in this world, could ever make him feel even a fraction of that love again? It wasn’t possible at all. Maybe mom got it wrong, just this time.
Looking at Riku, at that moment, he knew she didn’t.
“Will you say it back if I say it first?” his voice trembled because he felt unsure. Was it real? Was Riku sure of it? Maybe the cold hands and the eyes looking at him with so much intent were just figments of his imagination.
“I've been waiting for it.” And Riku, ever so gentle and kind and honest, would never lie to him.
He would never let Daeyoung fall and get hurt.
“I’m in love with you, hyung,” the night couldn’t listen to it, but Daeyoung said it just for him and no one else. “I have been for a long, long time.”
The feeling of his hand shaking was something he was aware of. It didn’t matter, not when his heartbeat was loud in his ears and the world had stopped for a few seconds just now.
And it felt like an eternity, but then Riku smiled. And it was bright, so bright.
“Thank you for not making me wait anymore.” as Riku grew closer, his eyes falling to Daeyoung’s mouth, he could feel the intensity of his heart hammering against his chest, “I’m in love with you too.”
And the next thing he knew, he had the softest pair of lips on his, and the world got back to spinning, and the cars were honking and the people were talking and music was blowing up at some bar down the street. The wind was strong, he was cold, a little hungry, he was afraid.
He was also the happiest boy in Seoul. Maybe in the entire world.
When summer arrived again, months after, Daeyoung could describe love by tone, color, and texture.
It was a cute little thing, hidden in all corners of his heart, and it had silky skin, slender fingers, and the most adorable smile. It greeted him every morning and was the last ‘ good night ’ he heard at the end of the day, the last pair of eyes he would look into before drifting into a peaceful sleep. Love was clingy, pliable under his hands, and would leave him longing even when they spent the entire day attached by the hip. Love looked at him adoringly, in a way Daeyoung only dreamed about being looked at.
Love was dark brown eyes, honey skin, smooth raven hair. It winked at him during practice and hummed songs to him before sleep.
Love had a height, a size, and a body. Love called him love, baby, puppy, jagi .
Love had a voice. Love was sweet, and it stayed.
(It’s Saturday afternoon and they’re at the dorm. Some would call it a miracle — not having a day packed with schedules like that, and it probably was on some level, because the only reason for them to not be working at that moment was the fact that they had a problem with the clothes for the photoshoot they were supposed to be doing and had to reschedule it for the next day; Daeyoung wasn’t about to complain. Free time is free time.
Knowing how lucky they got, the members made sure to spend their time wisely, playing, sleeping, eating, and gaming. Daeyoung had only seen Yushi one time today when he went out of his room to get the food at the door. He was sure he slept, ate, and then went back to sleep, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing, because Yushi needed to rest.
It also came with some benefits, of course — he and Riku could have the living room all to themselves. They spent the morning cuddling on the sofa, catching up on some silly show they started weeks ago, made lunch together following a recipe they found on Tiktok, and then took a nap on the floor while sharing earphones. Now, Daeyoung was lying there, head resting on Riku’s lap, who was leaning against the sofa and reading a manga with a funny cover. The older boy was so focused he didn’t even notice that Daeyoung hadn’t been paying attention to the TV for the last fifteen minutes at least.
No one could blame Daeyoung, anyway. Who would be able to look anywhere else when the windows were casting golden light that caught on Riku’s long eyelashes and made his eyes beam like crystal? He looked so unreal that sometimes Daeyoung couldn’t even believe that this guy was actually his boyfriend. Sometimes, Riku was just so perfect, so dreamlike, that Daeyoung had to pinch himself to be sure he wasn’t just making it all up; maybe he was crazy.
Isn’t that what love does?
“You’re staring,” his voice, low and crispy, had a sweet tone to it.
“You’re pretty,” Daeyoung couldn’t help but be honest. Riku giggled at his words, putting the book down to look directly at him.
And, oh , that was it.
Daeyoung had seen it before, but now, he could feel it. Their eyes crossed paths and suddenly he was someone else. Better, distinct from whatever. He felt giddy and childlike and so in love. Like magic happening, his heart sped on his chest, and all Riku had to do was look at him.
“If you want attention you can just say so, no need to ogle me like that,” Riku ran his hands through his hair and maybe it’s a little embarrassing to admit, but Daeyoung let out a sigh. Oh my, he wanted to be kissed so bad it hurt.
“Hyung,” he called him, heart almost jumping out of his chest, cheeks growing hot, and he wasn’t nervous, scared, or any of the sort. He was just genuinely infatuated and it made him feel like floating all the time.
“Hm?”
Daeyoung smiled, extending a hand to touch the curve of the older’s nose, eyes trained on every single detail while tracing it down until he got to his plush pink lips.
“I want attention,” he said, looking back to the other’s eyes and finding a reflection of the feeling in his heart.
Riku leaned down, their hands slipping and finding each other; and less than a second later, they were kissing. It wasn’t the first time in their relationship, nor the first time this week, today, or even this afternoon. And Daeyoung was never one to overdo, to ask for too much, to be ambitious or too eager. But when it came to Riku, to them, it could never be enough. Love changed him, and it made him better, but, most of all, it made him his true self.
Because, deep down, he always wanted more, and he has always been a lover. He loved the animals and his family and his friends and singing and his dreams. Still, it wasn’t enough. Most times, his love was so big he couldn't hold it in his chest. Some people called him clingy, friends in the past would remark how he could be too much sometimes. Daeyoung felt like he couldn’t find a place in the world for all the care he wanted to give, a way to soothe the ache in his heart that was always yearning for something he couldn’t see. Most times, he felt like all that love had nowhere to go.
But then, Riku was in the room, fierce, talented, bright, and impressive. A star, one of a kind, and when Daeyoung reached him, it was like he had finally found a place to rest for the first time in his life. He didn’t need to feel uneasy — there, right there, was someone who finally loved him just as much, just the same. Someone who not only tolerated his affection but accepted it with a smile and gave him back just as much.
They parted the kiss, and Daeyoung could feel a smile almost split his face. Riku patted his head, a look of endearment taking over his face and all Daeyoung could look at was the pair of shiny lips in front of him.
“You look pretty too,” he said.
Daeyoung smiled even more.)