Yin’s love for Vincent was all-consuming, unwavering, and fucking selfless. He’d do anything for him, loving him more than he loved himself. It was the kind of love that should’ve felt fulfilling, but it only left a bitter taste in Yin’s mouth. No matter how much he gave, how far he went, Vincent never returned the feelings. He was in love with another girl, who was in love with someone else. And that shit cut deep. Yin’s love was never enough. One night, completely heartbroken and lost, Vincent cried in Yin’s arms, grieving for a love he could never have. Yin, drowning in his own pain, held him, helpless and aching, wishing he could be the one to make things right.