The sun was already rising when we stumbled into your apartment at 5 in the morning, your hands all over my body.

Yes, Park Chanyeol, I remembered I had to do whatever you said. But this time, you didn't even have to voice that I had to. I simply moved my lips like yours did against mine. And you simply stole my first kiss.

I told you I thought I was twice as unhealthy as you because I smoked and I liked someone.

"I am too."

You said. It made me happy, Chanyeol, it truly did. Even though I saw you shooting someone's heart. You would never shoot mine.

Now I know, you would, even if it wasn't with a gun.