Eunseok says: I’m incapable of it, sorry.

Of course he’s capable of love — he loves his family and his dog and his fans — but Wonbin?

Eunseok means: you’re crazy. Let’s fuck.

So Wonbin stops. For a day, then two, then a week. He practices and eats once or twice every few days, keeps up with fansigns and Weverse posts and other divinely ordained idol duties, but he can feel himself slowing down for the sake of Eunseok and waiting for him to catch up with his feelings. If he leaves the distance between them too wide, Eunseok will never get there. He stops.

Eunseok traces a love heart across the harsh notches of Wonbin’s spine afterwards. He organises Wonbin’s hair into sections to expose the sensitive areas of his scalp so he can touch him all over, then pinches his earlobes until his piercings sting.

“You’re so sexy,” Eunseok says, sucking Wonbin’s neck.

“Thought you said you were incapable of it,” Wonbin mutters.

“What did you say, beautiful?”

“Nothing,” he says.

For a while it’s the same. Wonbin lets him get away with it because he’s slowing down, drawing closer, and because this — this remaining remnant — is the rain-beaten column of a collapsed empire. But then everything ends. If Rome can end, so can this.

Shotaro says: He’s like that with everyone.

Anton says: We can get some snacks [A/N: that only one person, Anton Chanyoung Lee, will eat] and watch a film.

Sungchan says: [He could not be reached for comment on matters pertaining to Park Wonbin.]

Sohee says: Love is like LoL raids…I’m bad at them and he’s even worse.

Eunseok says: Why can’t it just be this? Sex?

Wonbin says: Don’t come near underwear or lick the shell of my ear or put your hand on my thigh in the back of the car. Don’t cum on my face if you don’t mean it. Maybe my back is OK. No, not even that. Not even something like that. It’s nothing deep for you, so it’s not for me either.

Wonbin means: you’re crazy. Let’s fuck even if it eats me up on the inside.