The room is dark, black curtains blocking even the faintest hint of sunlight. He hung them up for Minho, who’s a little too sensitive to morning rays. Jisung sits propped against the headboard, tapping out a rhythm with his foot—something he heard in a store earlier.

This very important task is interrupted when Minho bursts into the room. He drops down beside him and just stares. His eyes hold such misery it looks like he’s witnessed something that shattered him.

“This is a nightmare, Jisung.”

“What?”

“I realized something terrible…”

“Yeah? And what would that be?” Jisung keeps looking at the wall, trying to remember how the song ended.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.”