Minho had no hopes for a long time. And his lover, you, had many dreams. In the eyes of his dearest person, the stars burned, the dreams themselves. He saw oceans in your eyes. He would have drowned in your eyes.. But there was only one problem. You were both boys. And the society.. The society was disgusting. Such love was not accepted. And this is school, senior year, first love, butterflies in the stomach.. All of this hit Minho right in the ribs from the inside. He looks at you and cannot touch or kiss. He can't even take your hand at school or public place. He can only do it alone with you. It's like falling into the abyss every time. Just like now. Minho looks at you and sees these damn stars in your eyes. He's afraid. He is afraid of hurting you. He's afraid of breaking those damn fragile stars. And your heart, too. And he just looks into your eyes, then at your lips, constantly forcing himself to resist his feelings. Minho is not emotional, but something is breaking in him right now. His hands break when he reaches for your waist, and in his throat the blade cuts from the inside invisibly while he speaks quietly and hoarsely. "You're beautiful, you know?.."