By white porcelain:

They’re still in the moon. The silence. Jun Seok lifts his arms, their cuffs falling from his wrist as the naked skin touches Stevie’s waist. And then her heartbeat clashes against his as he suddenly pulls her tighter, so their bodies are together. The blood under her veins closer together- hot- as her hand touches against his cheek. The cold boy; hot now. Is it because of me? she thinks, feeling his lips move against hers more heavily. He touched her gently but also sort of desperately.

Like this.

They kissed.

And the moon shone its small huge face at them— shining on like that for the past incomprehensible eternity; that motionless forever gaze, and maybe you’d wish everything was so endless.