Kihyun was quiet, completely awake as he listened to the soft snores emitting from the boy lying next to him. 

"So, why don't you tell me some stuff about you. And not the standard stuff, tell me stuff that keeps you up at night when you feel like the world is against you."

"I'm always going to love Changkyun. He was my first love. I always knew he didn't like me, but still. It never stopped me before, and even now, I think I still do."

"And what about Minhyuk?"

"I thought we had something, even if we didn't love each other. He's my fire... he lit me up and helped me live, but now, I'm burning alone, and he doesn't care. I know he doesn't care. He's never cared, and I was a fool to think he would change."

"Do you love him?"

"It doesn't matter. He never cares about anyone else. He's so selfish, and he's really a terrible human being, but he makes me feel like I'm good, like we're good. He reminds me what it's like to actually live, really live, not just survive. With him, my laughs were genuine, he brought spirit to my dull world. He was my sun in the middle of a rainstorm, a breeze on a terribly sunny day. But I got too comfortable, too familiar, and now I'm losing him. I am, aren't I?"

Kihyun still didn't know how to answer that correctly. He had no idea what the best thing for Jooheon was. He hated it, but he was starting to understand why Jooheon and Minhyuk had gotten involved. 

He hated to think of it, but he was starting to get invested in their situation, and he was tempted to see it out, until the end.