"Come on, just talk to him!"

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Myungsoo yelled, making Dongwoo sigh.

"Myungsoo, we're one month away from graduating, you need to at least try to interact with Sungjong or something."

"Easier for you to say when you don't have a crush!" Myungsoo protested.

"Who says I didn't..." Dongwoo murmured.

"What?

"Nothing!"

~Over in a different classroom~

"Absolutely not!" Sungjong was literally about to flip his desk but Hoya managed to stop him in time.

"Calm down Sungjong! Just recommending, okay? You don't have to go along with trying to confess to Myung-"

"Don't you dare say his name!"

"Come on, you're over-reacting!" Hoya sighed at his best friend's tantrum.

"Shut up," Sungjong pouted.

Myungsoo hummed, walking around the mall without a particular goal in mind the day before graduation. He simply wanted a nice walk when he heard a child crying in the center of the mall. Honestly, he couldn't believe that the people there chose to ignore the poor girl probably lost from her parents.

He walks over to the child and kneels down, "Are you ok?" he asked softly, careful not to scare the girl.

"I-I went to the playground to play and mommy didn't know...!" she cried.

"If you'd like, I can help you look for her," Myungsoo smiled comfortingly.

"B-But unnie said she would come back with ice-cream..." she sniffled, "Maybe unnie can't find me too..."

"'Unnie'?" Myungsoo blinked.

"Okay Jisoo-ah, here's your chocolate ice-cream."

He looked up at the sound of the familiar voice to see Sungjong smiling happily towards the girl with a petite cup of chocolate ice-cream with a pink spoon. Immediately, he froze as Jisoo ran over to Sungjong with a smile as she exclaimed 'unnie!'

After handing the cup of ice-cream to the girl, he finally seemed to have noticed Myungsoo's presence.

"M-Myungsoo...!" Sungjong awkwardly smiled, already feeling himself blush.

"H-Hey Sungj-jong...!" Myungsoo did the same back with a little wave of his hand.

Well one thing was for sure with what they thought about at that moment: omo he knew I existed?! ٩(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

"Is oppa unnie's boyfriend?" Jisoo asked innocently, making the two blush furiously.

"J-Jisoo-ah! N-No!" Sungjong stuttered a weak protest, although the two were thinking: really?! Maybe that means we do have a chance! Thank yo- I mean- yay... chances...! ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ *embarrassed inwards dance*

"Unnie doesn't like oppa?" Jisoo asked, looking confused with her eyebrows scrunched up.

"Er- well- I- uh...!" Sungjong's voice went an octave higher.

To say that Myungsoo was ecstastic was an understatement, seeing how little Jisoo mistook them as a couple and hearing the whispering from around them on how they were a cute couple.

"Jisoo!"

The three looked over to see a woman running over to them. Jisoo immediately brightened at the sight of the woman, "Umma!" she ran over to her mother and hugged her leg with glee, almost getting ice-cream on her leg at the same time.

"Thank you so much for finding her!" the woman smiled as she bent down and picked up the girl.

"It was nothing," Sungjong smiled back along with Myungsoo.

After bidding goodbye to the two Sungjong started pouting and grumbling about being mistoken for a girl, even though he clarified with Jisoo that he was 100% male. Myungsoo couldn't help but chuckle at "how cute" the sulky boy was.

He paused as he heard the boy stop grumbling and saw him blushing a rather interesting shade of red. Then he realized something.

"I... just said that... out loud... didn't I...?" well now Myungsoo can feel his face burn and could take a guess that he was blushing the same type of red.

A moment of embarrassing silence passed and the two were thinking yet the same thing again: holy sh** (ㅎᴗㅎ )

"W-W-WELL SEE YOU TOMORROW S-SUNGJON-"

"Y-Y-YEAH YOU TO-"

"BYE."

"BYE."

Then the two ran off to go hide in there bed so Myungsoo could wait for the world to swallow him and pretend he never existed and so Sungjong could muffle his screams of happiness.

"Come on dude, it's been three years since we graduated from high school," Dongwoo pouted over the phone.

"I can't. I'm busy studying for the day after tomorrow's test..." Myungsoo murmured, scribbling down some notes onto a piece of paper.

"But it's a reunion tonight! Plus I want you to meet my boyfriend I met in dance club at my college!"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Who knows, you might meet Sungjong again!"

To which the lead to Myungsoo's pencil snapped against the paper and Dongwoo could hear the obvious snap. Dongwoo counted to three silently before he heard a chair screeching against a wooden floor.

"F-Fine..."

By the time Myungsoo met up with Dongwoo in the gym he saw Dongwoo lovingly greet his boyfriend a few seconds later and saw a familiar figure standing beside Dongwoo's boyfriend.

"Myungsoo, this is my boyfriend Hoya," Dongwoo snapped Myungsoo out of his trance of staring at Sungjong and bowed.

"And this is Dongwoo, Sungjong," Hoya patted the dazed younger before he snapped out of his trance and bowed.

The two soon made eye contact making them quickly turn and pretend that they were just texted by their friends- well- except Sungjong was actually texted by his college friend Sungyeol.

No wonder they only interacted once during high school... the yadong (not the kind)  couple rolled their eyes at their shyness.

You know how there's always that one time where everyone comes bursting into the party? Well right now was that time as people came flooding in and accidentally (and repeatedly) kept bumping into the four, making Myungsoo and Sungjong drop their phones onto the ground.

"Jeez talk about rude," Hoya murmured as he picked up one of the phones and handed it to Sungjong, who seemingly froze after reading Sungyeol's text. Hoya blinked, "Uh- Sungjo-"

"He just set our college dorm on fire with the oven..."

"... Excuse me?"

"MY GAWD THAT FRICKING CHODING!" Sungjong then grabbed Hoya by the wrist and started running since Hoya was the one who drove Sungjong to the reunion, making Hoya quickly bid goodbye and leaving Dongwoo and Myungsoo totally silent.

Myungsoo groaned as he plopped onto his bed after he got home, taking his phone out and grumbling as he swiped to unlock the phone. Groaning because he thought that he was a total failure at still liking Sungjong after high school and still not being able to even greet the boy.

He went to his contact list and was about to call Dongwoo and saw basically strangers on his contact list except for Hoya.

"What the..." his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the sight when he saw a text from his number. He quickly clicked on it.

omo who are you and what have you done to my phone ( ﾟдﾟ)

To which Myungsoo was even more confused.

 Uh, this is Myungsoo, who are YOU and what have you done to MY phone?

... myungsoo-hyung? this is sungjong...

Oh... wait you wouldn't happen to have a black Samsung Galaxy S5 phone too... would you?

... gawd dang it hoya-hyung -_-

So I'm taking that as a yes. Say, when can I get my phone back?

um... at least a month later...???? ("¬_¬)

... You kidding me?

hey, i'm a busy guy =3=

"You've been really happy lately," Sungyeol commented lazily as he threw his pencil aside and walked over to Sungjong's bed, peeking over Sungjong's shoulder.

"Oh, really I haven't noticed..." the phone made another ding sound, signalling that he recieved another text. Sungjong giggled at the new text message.

"Yeah, it's been almost a month since you told me that you accidentally switched phones with your crush- what was his name- Myungsoo...? Uh, yeah, and now you text him daily," Sungyeol said. He then smirked, "Still haven't told him?"

To which that automatically crushed Sungjong's mood as he dropped his head into his pillow and lets out a muffled, "Yeah..."

"Hey, why not send him 486?" Sungyeol asked, making Sungjong look at him weirdly, "It means 'I love you' in Korea, you didn't know that?"

"That's actually a good idea...!" the younger immediately brightened before doing so.

"Someone's been looking extremely love-struck for the past few weeks," Woohyun grinned as the class started packing up to leave.

"Is it that obvious?" Myungsoo asked, then was confused at the new text, "Hey, Woohyun-hyung, why did Sungjong send numbers?" he hands Woohyun the phone to let the older see.

"'486'? Ah...!" Woohyu realized something and smiled, "Looks like it's not one-sided!"

Myungsoo took his phone back and stared at the older questioningly.

"It means 'I love you' in Korea," Woohyun patted Myungsoo on the back.

With those words it felt like he was dreaming but with the evidence right there in his hands it was hard to try to deny anything. He was happy, but now what was he suppose to do? Usually something that matches, right?

He remembered something that he learned during his temporary stay in the U.S., and it was perfect.

So here Sungjong was, the day that they would finally get their phones back, and he was silently waiting at the mall where they first talked to each other. He sighed before taking out his phone again and scrolling up to yesterday's message, which was a relatively short scroll unlike their past conversations that slowly grew everyday.

143

Σ(￣□￣lll) uh, what does that mean???

myungsoo-hyung?

myungsoo?!

hello?!

... maybe i shouldn't have sent you those numbers... （●´・×・｀●)

... derp...

so i'm just gonna guess you're not gonna respond...

um... i'm free tomorrow so if you want we can meet up at that mall where we helped jisoo-ah and uh yeah...? |_・)

"How did I get myself stuck in this predicament?" Sungjong groaned because even Sungyeol didn't know what those numbers meant.

Honestly, there were so many 'what if's swirling around his mind and it was driving him insane as to if they could even talk to each other normally like in their text messages. Too bad he was terribly awkward around Myungsoo.

Sungjong was about to sigh when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, obviously making him turn around but what he didn't expect was to feel something on his lips and see Myungsoo's closed eyes.

Myungsoo backed away and couldn't help but chuckle, seeing how Sungjong turned bright red and looked like he could drop his phone at any moment with how his arms were trembling.

"It means I love you."