"sorry, i'm an anti–romantic." kai spoke, his words ringing out in the emptiness of cold, winter night.

kai doesn't believe in being romantic anymore; kai's scared — scared of being hurt again like he has so many times in the past.

he knows he gets drunk in your affection, but... he also knows he shouldn't. your love is like champagne — good tasting, but the hangover afterwards is horrible.

he can't accept your love when he knows what'll happen.

he doesn't want to end up as nothing to you.