bigger if he hadn't hidden the pain until it was almost too late. Stupid Seokminie. His smileHis smile never faulters either, as if he were the happiest man to ever walk the Earth, but Soonyoung can read right through his stiff shoulders and clenched fingers, and he's pissed (not at Seokmin, no, though he tries)."It's okay," Seokmin says, smiling even wider if possible, and Soonyoung wants to scream right into his face to drop that dumb façade, because he knows that's what it is, but doesn't. Instead, he pulls the younger into his arms, and even though they're both clawing at each other's shirts, none of them cries. "We've still got a week, Soonyoungie".Soonyoung's breath hitches in his throat. They stay like that for a long time, trying to let everything sink in, until it hits Soonyoung that they've only got a week, and it hurts, but they have to do something with it. He puts a hand on either side of Seokmin's face, squishing his cheeks before planting a kiss on his lips. "Yeah," Soonyoung starts, testing his own voice, "let's make it the best of our lives".