“I want to marry for love,” Seokmin said again without looking at him, the only acknowledgment of Mingyu’s presence beside him at all. “I don’t want to settle for less.” He said it like he would rather die otherwise.

Mingyu had enough shame to turn away. “Of course,” he managed. I would love you, if you let me, he meant to say. I already do. But that was too akin to a boyish vulnerability he’d long thought himself above.

as always... you ruin me...