The smell of a fire burning, the cackling of the wood, the sound of Joshua playing his guitar while their group of friends sing in their drunken state. It would make anyone happy, but those things didn't matter. At least not when Wonwoo looks breathtaking under the moonlight, bangs poking out from under his beanie, his round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. And the look in his eyes when they make eye contact, it made M