“A date?” Jaejoong looked at his sister as if she was crazy.

“A fake date,” Taeyeon clarified with a finger raised along with a nod.

“This wasn’t my idea!” Tiffany chirped, shaking her head, “It was all her!” she pointed both of her index fingers at Taeyeon.

Jaejoong sister’s rolled her eyes, “This date—“

Tiffany crossed her arms tightly and cleared .

Taeyeon sighs and rolled her eyes, “This fake date,” She corrected herself, “—will let us see if Yunho has feelings for you so we’ll know whether we need to step up our missions or not. It’s bullet proof, trust me!”

“I don’t know…” Jaejoong said hesitantly.

“See?!” Tiffany quickly unfolded her arms and gestured to Jaejoong, “He said, ‘I don’t, no’! We should listen to him!” She glanced to Taeyeon then Jaejoong. “Talk your sister out of this, Jaejoong!”

She put her hands together and pouted, “I don’t want to get in between you and Yunho,” She shook her head.

“You’re over-reacting!” Taeyeon pushed Tiffany with her hand on the shoulder, “It’s fake! Fake! As in not real, why can’t you get that through your pretty, little head?”

Tiffany sighed and turned to Taeyeon, “Why don’t you and Junsu go on a fake date, huh?”

Taeyeon cocked an eyebrow, “What? We’re not talking about me! We’re talking about Jaejoong and Yunho!”

“Noona!” Jaejoong hissed, “He might hear us,” he put his finger against his lips to gesture that they should be quiet. Jaejoong sighed and thought about it.

“Oh right,” Taeyeon whispered, “Besides, Junsu and I don’t need to go on a fake date—“

“Why?” Tiffany interrupted her, “Because you two are already dating?” She crossed her arms again, a small smile all smudged on her face. Revenge felt sweet.

Taeyeon wrinkled her nose, “Why you little—“

“I’m taller than you!” Tiffany retorted.

“That’s cause you’re always wearing heels!”

Tiffany scoffed, “To get to the same eye level as me, you need heels and soles!”

But just before Taeyeon could say anything back, Jaejoong decided that would go along with her plan. “Alright!” He got in the middle of the two, “Let’s do it,” he nodded.

“Yes!” Taeyeon made two fist pumps in the air, “Whoohoo!” She cheered and ran around the kitchen.

Tiffany blinked and stared, wide-eyed at Jaejoong, “What! You’re supposed to be the sane, rational one! Jaejoong!” She turned him around to face her then shook him by the shoulders, “What’s gotten into you?!”

“They’re gonna have a daaateee~” Taeyeon sang and danced her victory dance.

“Taeyeon!” Tiffany whined with a sigh.

“A fakee~ date, yeah!” Taeyeon continued to smile and sing about it.

“It’s gonna be okay, noona,” Jaejoong assured Tiffany, patting her head with a small smile on his face. “Yunho isn’t violent,” He shook his head then pointed at himself, “And I’m not either.”

Tiffany sighed, “That’s not the point…” She pouted.

Jaejoong didn’t seem to care though.

“Well~ I’m gonna go upstairs now,” Jaejoong took the snacks prepared for them and went back up.

“People will think I’m a loser for going out with a guy who turns out to be gay when Yunho shows up and takes him away,” Tiffany whined again, watching Taeyeon twirl around the kitchen. “Yah! Taeyeon-ah!” She stomped and crossed her arms, “This isn’t fair!”

Taeyeon danced her way close to Tiffany again, “You’re going on a fake daaatee~ with my brooother~” She grinned widely. “It’s going to be fine,” She unfolded Tiffany’s arms, “We’ll send a back-up with Yunho does take Jaejoong away so that you won’t look like a loser, kay?”

Sighing, Tiffany thought about it and pursed it lips. It seemed…better that way. “Fine, but I get to pick who’s the back up.”

“Be my guest~” Taeyeon replied as she went to get her phone, “We’ll find your back-up, I know a bunch of guys!”

--

Yunho hitched a breath, he couldn’t believe he was actually holding it.

“T-this is it,” He gulped as his eyes quickly scanned the first page.

There it was in Yunho’s hands, the answers to the test that would determine whether things would go his way. Yunho gulped again, taking a glance back at the door to make sure Jaejoong wasn’t going to be back.

He quickly reached for his cell phone and snapped a picture for each page, glancing back at the crook-opened door.

Once he finished, he put the papers back on the desk as if it was never touched and walked back to the bed. He looked at his phone before putting it back into his jean pocket and sat on the bed.

He did it.

He smiled a little.

But it faded soon after.

Taking a deep breath, Yunho shook off his nervousness and remembered to get his school things out. And as if on cue, Jaejoong comes back in the room with a plate of snacks.

“I’m back,” Jaejoong announced with a small smile as he closed the door with a soft kick.

“Ready to get started?” He put the plate on his desk and looked at Yunho who was getting things out of backpack.

“Yup!” Yunho flashed a smile up at Jaejoong. Hopefully the other couldn’t tell he was hiding something.

--

“I miss our three-ways with Jaejoong,” Junsu pouted as he rolled onto his back on his bed, his phone pressed against his ear, talking to Changmin.

Changmin wrinkled his nose, “That sounds…so wrong.”

Junsu snickered, “ert!”

“What, you’re the one who said it,” Changmin couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Hey, you’re the one who thought it sounded wrong,” Junsu replied.

“Eeeh~ whatever.”

“So… whatcha doing?”

Changmin sighed, “Nothing much, you?”

“Just finished my homework and now I’m laying on my bed, talking to you.”

“Aww, how sweet.”

“What?” Junsu laughed, “I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“What are you wearing?” Changmin asked playfully.

“What?” Junsu laughed even harder, “What’s gotten into you?”

Changmin sighed, “Nothing,” He chuckled lightly, “I snuck into my dad’s cabinet and had some vodka.”

Junsu blinked, surprised. “Woah.”

“Yeah. I almost drank the whole thing.”

And that made Junsu’s eyebrow rise in suspicion of just what or who hurt his friend so badly. “Aren’t you gonna get in trouble if your dad notices?”

“Nah, I replaced it with water,” Changmin chuckled.

“Ooooh. Smart.”

“Well, I am.”

“Right,” Junsu snorted.

“Smarter than you, anyway.”

“Hey!” Junsu pouted, he almost forgot the reason why he called Changmin.

“What?” Changmin laughed, “It’s true.”

“Aish…anyway.” Junsu paused, “I uh, I wanted to ask.”

“Ask what?”

“W-what…what’s going on with you and Yoochun?”

Changmin replied with a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“…” Junsu blinked, did he really want to know? He inhaled deeply and nodded though Changmin couldn’t see. “Yeah. I really want to know.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure!”

“Reeeeally reeeaaaally sure?” Changmin chuckled.

“Yes! I’m sure that I’m sure!” Junsu frowned, he felt like Changmin was just playing with him.

“Positively sure? There’s no turning back.”

“I have no intentions in turning back. Yah, I’m your friend!”

That made Changmin smile. He sighed, “Are you positively 100% sure that you want to know what is happening between me and Yoochun?”

“Yes. Yes, I am sure I am positively 100% sure that I want to know what is happening between you and Yoochun,” Junsu nodded.

“Okay,” Changmin inhaled, “I’ll tell you…” He paused. “—Last chance, Junsu. Really—“ He laughed, “I don’t know if you’ll look at me the same after I tell this to you.”

Junsu groaned in frustration, “I’m freaking sure! Now tell me already!”

Changmin chuckled, he loved teasing Junsu until the other would burst. “Okay, okay. I’m gonna tell you.” He sniffed and scratched his cheek, “Yoochun and I…”

“Cut the suspense crap and tell me!” Junsu burst.

Which made the other end of the line laugh again.

“Yah! Hurry! It’s almost my bed tiiime,” Junsu whined.

“Hey, you’re the one who interrupted me. I was about to tell you,” Changmin retorted.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Tell me!”

“We had .”

“…” Junsu blinked in utter surprise and just when he was about to say something, his grip on his phone slipped, making him end the call accidentally.

Changmin chuckled softly, “Yeah.” He smiled sadly, “That’s how I figured you’d act.”

“Hello?” Junsu grabbed his phone and widened his eyes when he realized he hung up. “Oh crap!” He hissed and called his friend back.

“Hello? Changmin? Sorry I accidentally ended the call!”

Changmin answered after the second ring.

“It’s alright,” Changmin sighed, letting out a yawn, “I was about to go to sleep.”

“Wait,” Junsu gulped, “Uh… was it… bad?”

“What?”

“What you did with Yoochun. Is…is that why you’re acting like that toward him?”

“Half of the reason,” Changmin sighed.

“Am I gonna have to beg you again to tell me the other half?”

Changmin chuckled tiredly, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. We’ve got school. Sleep.”

“But you—,” Junsu pouted when he was interrupted.

“Yah, just be thankful I’m not making you tell me a stupid mistake you’ve done.”

“Right… sorry,” Junsu realized that Changmin telling him this was a pretty invulnerable thing to do. Changmin was rarely that. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Thanks for listening. Oh—and, can you not tell anyone? …At least yet,” Changmin sighed. “I know you can’t shut your mouth up for long but can you at least not say anything until we’ve settled things?”

Junsu nodded, “Yeah, totally. I’ll keep my lips sealed and locked!” He chuckled, trying to lift the atmosphere.

“Thanks… Junsu hyung.”

Junsu smiled, “You’re wel—“

Then Changmin hung up.

--

Yoochun took another swig of soju, already more than tipsy. “Oi, ahjumma!” He raised his hand, “Can I have another bottle, please?” He smiled sheepishly.

The lady sighed and rolled her eyes, “Foreigner kids are always trouble,” She mumbled.

Yoochun sighed and put his hand down, “Shoot,” He sat up straight, squinting his eyes, “I think…I’m drunk.”

A longhaired male chuckled as he sat on the empty plastic chair beside Yoochun, “Hey, I know you!” He pointed at Yoochun.

“Me?” Yoochun squinted his eyes and looked at this guy who seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Yeah!” He smiled widely, “Don’t you remember me?”

Yoochun blinked more than three times and leaned closer, “Oh! You’re—Hee…Heehee!” Yoochun laughed.

“Heechul!” He laughed with him. Apparently, they were both drunk.

--

Jaejoong laughed awkwardly as he tried staying still on his bed.

Yunho smiled behind his drawing pad, “Try not to move too much, I’m drawing your face now. You’ll come out ugly if you keep laughing,” He warned the giggling Jaejoong.

“Okay, okay,” Jaejoong let out another chuckle. “That’s the last of it,” He nodded once and kept still.

“There,” Yunho looked at Jaejoong, smiling wider as he averted his eyes back on the paper and continued drawing his face. He wanted to get his eyes just right because Jaejoong’s eyes were gorgeous. He thought it that he forgot to bring his color pastels but having sketched Jaejoong anyway was good enough for him.

He felt like he could never get tired of looking at Jaejoong. He was just so beautiful and handsome at the same time. Yunho found himself asking mentally if that made any sense, he decided it didn’t matter because it was just true. Jaejoong was so handsome that he was beautiful. Yunho concluded that was the best explanation he could come up with.

“How long do I have to stay still?” Jaejoong asked without making much movement with his lips.

Yunho chuckled, “Wait, just a few more seconds. I’m almost done.”

“I’m getting… cramps,” Jaejoong puffed his cheeks and held his breath.

The artist glanced up at Jaejoong and let out a laugh, “Wait! Just five more seconds!”

Jaejoong looked so cute like that, Yunho thought and it was very obvious because of his giant, happy smile plastered across his face as he puts the finishing touches to his quick sketch.

“And….finished!” Yunho dropped his pencil beside him and held his pad with both hands, smiling at his finished product. He really liked it. “It’s perfect!” He glanced at Jaejoong, who was finally breathing again.

“Phew,” Jaejoong inhaled deeply, “I thought I was gonna faint if you didn’t finish just now!”

Yunho snorted, “Drama queen. Do you want to see it?” He wiggled his drawing pad with a smile.

“Give it to me,” Jaejoong extended his hand out and received the pad of attached sketching paper. “You better not have made me ugly!”

Yunho laughed, watching Jaejoong, “Yah. It’s hard to make you look ugly, I’ll have you know.”

Jaejoong stared at the other with a raised brow and a playful smile, “Ooooh. You’re just saying that.”

“No, no! Really,” The taller male grinned, “You’re so handsome you’re beautiful.”

He had to blink, his smile fading a little when he realized he just said that. Did he just say that?

He must have because Jaejoong sat up and a hint of pink appeared in his cheeks.

“Uhm,” Jaejoong gulped and looked at the drawing.

He had to admit, Yunho was a really good drawer. “Wah…” Jaejoong smiled fully again and looked at Yunho, “This is…amazing. I mean, not the drawing of me—I mean, it is—but your actual drawing! Your skills!” He chuckled, blushing a little more because he was tongue-tied.

“Thank you,” Yunho smiled up at the pretty boy.

“You’re…welcome,” Jaejoong replied, mirroring his smile. "Yah, how did we go from studying to having you draw me?"

"We finished early," Yunho grinned, "And my muses were itching me to draw."

“I dunno, it was really easy with you—“

Then Yunho’s phone rang inside his pocket.

“Oh—“ He took it out and glanced at the screen. “Sorry, wait a second.” He stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Jaejoong puffed his cheeks, looking at Yunho close the door behind him. He wondered who it was and why Yunho had to go into another room to talk.

He sighed and shrugged, averting his attention to Yunho’s sketchpad and flipped through his drawings.

With each drawing, Jaejoong’s amazement in his friend’s artistic skills grew.

He couldn’t help but let out a few ooh’s and aah’s because they were so realistic.

Jaejoong noticed that most of his drawings are of the same person but not all of their facial traits are filled in. He actually couldn’t tell if it was a woman or male.

It did have short hair but the filled in traits looked feminine.

“Hmm?” Jaejoong scrunched his eyebrows together, “Interesting,” He blinked and moved onto another page.

It was a drawing of Yuri, knitting.

“Huh. I didn’t know she knit,” Jaejoong shrugged and stared at it a little more. She seemed nice and peaceful in the drawing, the total opposite in real life.

“Guess that’s just how good Yunho is,” Jaejoong nodded softly before flipping another page. It was another drawing of the shorthaired female with unfinished detailing. It seemed like that in every drawing—except one and this one was at second to the last drawing Yunho had done. And he was in it, sitting beside her.

He blinked and stared closer into the drawing, noticing how familiar she looked with her face completed but he couldn’t put a finger on whom in particular. Jaejoong would just have to ask Yunho when he came back.

--

“What’s taking so long?” An irritated, female voice asked Yunho through the phone.

“Yul—I told you not to call me,” Yunho sighed, leaning against the door.

“But—I miss you,” Yuri sighed on the other end, “We’re running out of time. If you can’t get it secretly then just force it from him.”

Yunho scrunched his brows, “I can’t do that—he’s my friend.”

“Tch,” Yuri scoffed, “Now he’s your friend. I thought we were just using him, Yunyun. I think you’re getting confused.”

Yunho clenched his jaws, “Jaejoong has always been my friend… I’d never hurt him.”

“Oh really, baby?” Yuri chuckled, “I don’t know… you’re not doing a good job if you’re gonna go through this.”

“He won’t get hurt if he doesn’t know.”

“Right,” Yuri sounded happier. “So you aren’t confused.”

“I don’t only need this for the game and that stupid prom—I need this for graduation. You know I only need one more class to pass and…this is my last chance…”

“Yunyun, the prom is not stupid” Yuri inhaled, “And if you want any of those things you better get the answers to us by tomorrow, kay?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye Yunyu—“

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yunho sighed and hung up.

--

Yoochun sighed, “Yep.” Nodding softly, he picked up the half emptied bottle of soju and took another gulp. “That’s why I’m drinking my sorrows away~! Because of that someone…” He nodded and put the bottle down, “How about you, Heechul-yah?” He tilted his head and put his hand on his new drinking buddy’s shoulder. “What’s bothering you?”

Heechul sighed as well, “Love problems too,” He frowned. “Well…actually, I don’t know if it counts…” He chuckled. “But I love this guy. He’s so…perfect. He’s handsome, athletic, nice, he’s not that smart…but no one’s that perfect—“ He burped.

Yoochun blinked, crossing his arms as he tried to listen without falling asleep. “Ahh…so you’re—you’re gay?”

“Yep,” Heechul giggled, “I’m pretty enough to be,” He flicked some of his hair.

“Ah,” Yoochun laughed, “I figured.”

“Anyway, his name’s Yunho.”

Yoochun blinked and became somewhat sober, “Yunho?” He closed his eyes and opened them again just to make sure Heechul was actually there.

The pretty gay nodded, smiling.

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AN: Hey guys :D Sorry it took like three months ^^; But here it is! ^0^ I'm working on the next chapter right now, so it'll be up soon too~ I really wanna finish this!!! Please tell me what you think on the comments :>