Changkyun sat on Jooheon’s bed, writing lyrics in his worn down composition book. Ever since they settled their misunderstanding, they had gone back to being friends. It took a lot of stress off both their shoulders.

“How does this look?” Jooheon asked, ing his composition book towards the youngest.

Changkyun carefully read the lyrics. “It's...kinda lovey dovey. Is this a rap?”

Jooheon shook his head. “Too soft. I was thinking we might use them as song lyrics in the future.”

The youngest nodded, reading through the lines again. “I didn't know you had this side to you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Someone in love?”

“In love with my best friend,” he said, earning a shocked look from the boy sitting near him. “Come on, you know I don't mean it like that. Don't worry.” Changkyun acknowledged him with a nod. “Don't you ever tell your friends you love them?”

Changkyun shrugged. “I never really...had many friends, and the ones I had—as in the trainees from my old company—I didn't know them long enough to say I loved them.”

Jooheon frowned. “You've got us now.”

“Wonho still hates me.”

“He still hasn't apologized?” the older asked, a shocked expression on his face.

Changkyun shook his head. “He hasn't been bothering me lately, but that's just because he's doing everything he can to avoid me. He probably won't ever like me.”

“That's not true!” Jooheon protested, a hand on the younger's leg. “Wonho is really stubborn, but that doesn't mean he won't budge. At some point, he's gonna realize that he made a big mistake.”

“I don't want him to see it as a mistake, though,” Changkyun stated. “I just want him to realize that I'm a good person. It's my problem