There it was again. 'Angel'. People had been making angel analogies about him his whole life. From the time he was born, headlines read 'Bai Baby a True Cherub' and other cheesy stuff like that. He always thought it was groan-worthy at best, irritating and overdone at worst.

But like everything else, Fox's influence was transformative. Fox was his own kind of magic in that way. He called Mingyu 'Angel', and Mingyu felt it, down to his core. In it, he could feel the way Fox looked at him, feel how he loved him, feel the depth behind the surface joy of their budding love. And just like that, Mingyu smiled back, something in him long tucked away unfurling into full bloom.

"I love you too. I love you like I've never loved before. You gave me the whole world when you gave me you."