He blinks at how the shorter male’s fingers tremble slightly as he tugs on his small navy blue suitcase. A second later, he lets out a soft sigh and pushes himself off the metal ledge, wrapping his fingers around the handle to his matching black suitcase. An

He loved poetry; but he hated it. He loved strawberries but he was allergic to it. He was everything he wasn’t, but they complemented each other. 

They both save lives, and they’ve saved each other one too many times.

Its 0805. You'll be back, right?

Sehun has been a quiet child while Jongin seems like a complete opposite with his bubbly personality; Yet they're actually the same, similar and wishing to find their place, desiring to find a sense of belonging.

Kris leaves his brothers behind in attempt to initiate something, change perchance.  He leaves memories and amethyst shards behind and Sehun gets hit the hardest, his days turning to monochrome, his thoughts fading to black as he walks through the snow alone.