It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen Hyukjae's face, no, it wasn't, but Donghae felt blood pool in his cheeks and his
heart rate skyrocket the moment he pulled off the mask and Hyukjae's glance was intense, passionate, sharp, soft,
desperate, pained, so full of desire as he stared directly into
He felt himself die and come alive at the same time.
"Donghae?" Hyukjae's voice was soothing, nervous.
He looked up and somehow, seeing him face to face,
Donghae smiled. But nothing could prepare him for the question that they will one day, realize changed their fate.
"Will you watch the Festival of Lights with me?"