This wouldn't happen if not for rudrablade, who translated said fic into Russian, so thank you to you too ;A;
"I don’t believe you."
"What are you doing?"
Beauty - the accidental conjunction of shapes, angles, and curves, forming a purely unplanned perfection
The mask is a flimsy insurance, so easily ripped off from his face, but when he opens his eyes, he finds himself staring into Siwon’s dark, mask-framed ones, and he has no choice but to fall into that fragile promise, basking in the blanket of anonymity it offers, however thin or false.
"This. Us. You know it isn’t right."