Viết trong lúc mình nghe lại bài hát cùng tên.

There's a fine line between the hopeless romantic and the delusional. Jaehyun likes to think he's mastered the art of tiptoeing within that very fragile line.

The same Jaehyun who goes out of his way to drive a drunk Jungwoo home as the younger cries over the same man. Someone so utterly oblivious of the fact that he's God's favorite, to be loved by the Kim Jungwoo, that it baffles Jaehyun.

"You're not lecturing me about how he doesn't deserve me, and that I should at least try to save the last bit of my dignity by blocking his ass?" Jungwoo murmurs, eyes glued to the windows on his right. Blinding lights remind him of just how trivial sleep is to everyone in the city.

After what seems like forever (if Jaehyun isn't driving, Jungwoo would've assumed he dozed off and never heard a single word), Jaehyun finally replies:

"I never said the latter... but no," he sighs, "Jungwoo, I hope you find it in your heart to let go one day. I do. But as I keep tearing mine, willingly and foolishly, every time you call..." he trails off after that, not daring to finish the sentence. Jaehyun's sober, so he decides to blame sleep deprivation for the indiscretion.

Jungwoo remains silent. Jaehyun finally accepts that there was never a border not to cross, out of fear he'll ruin their friendship. Jungwoo knows, and yet Jaehyun still can't bring himself to resent the younger for his selfishness, for not simply crushing his hopes.

"Sleep," Jaehyun whispers, "I'll carry you upstairs when we arrive at my place."

The only thing Jaehyun's mastered is putting the million pieces of his heart together every night Jungwoo lays on his bed, dreaming about another man.