It was the middle of the night and Jaehwan was munching on his favourite cheap chocolate flavoured cereal balls with his legs pulled under him on the armchair, sitting in the right corner of the small studio, trying to soak the cereal in the milk to reach the perfect sogginess. Wonshik was sitting by his desk, bloodshot eyes roving the screen and his legs moving up and down to the rhythm of his own song. He didn’t really need Jaehwan to be there, but Jaehwan couldn’t sleep and he wasn’t a fan of staying up alone in the quiet, dark apartment, so he had decided to hole up in Wonshik's study.

The instrumental Wonshik was playing was a slow flowing music that at least didn’t tear at Jaehwan's already messy nerves. It was quite soothing to listen to, and Jaehwan soon found himself humming along.

Wonshik's body jerked, spine going stiff. He turned the music off with a click of his mouse and Jaehwan watched him curiously, more letting the cereal melt in his mouth than chewing it as he raised his eyebrows. Wonshik turned around in his seat, sleepy, red eyes shining like he was looking into the sun as he stared at Jaehwan, jaw slightly dropped.

“What?” Jaehwan asked, spoon stilling in his hand.

“Do you—” Wonshik rose slowly from his chair, bottom leaving the seat in slow-motion, and he shuffled to Jaehwan, crouching down in front of him with joints clicking sharply in his legs. He placed his hands on Jaehwan's knees, for support or out of fondness, Jaehwan wasn’t sure, but if he had had to guess, he would have bet on the latter. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yeah?” Jaehwan frowned. “It sounds nice and is totally my taste? But you know what kind of music I like, so—”

“Do you like it enough to feature in it for me?” Wonshik asked, fingers curling into Jaehwan's knees.

“I mean, yeah,” Jaehwan shrugged.

“Jaehwan,” Wonshik breathed and tears started to well up in his eyes. Jaehwan leant away a little, trying to understand what really was going on. “Jaehwan, oh, Jaehwan,” Wonshik stood up slowly, cupping the back of Jaehwan's head in his palms, an exhausted, happy smile breaking out on his chapped lips. “Oh, Jaehwan,” he said again with a little break to his voice, and then his face was right there, eyes closed, the tip of his nose nudging Jaehwan’s.

It was instinctive, the way Jaehwan held up the spoon and pressed it to Wonshik's mouth, making milk splash onto both of their clothes, the metal clinking on Wonshik's tooth.

“Ow!” Wonshik cried out and pulled back immediately, pressing both of his hands onto his mouth, and only let go for a moment to ask, “Are you crazy?!”

“You wanted to kiss me!” Jaehwan exclaimed.

Wonshik looked like he wanted to retort but had nothing to fight back with, so he averted his eyes, instead examining a dirty sock in the corner of his study. His cheeks were a deep pink.

“I’m going to bed,” Jaehwan announced, completely shaken, and stood up from the armchair.

Before he could have opened the door, Wonshik called his name.

“Can you…” Wonshik took a deep breath, “can you not tell… the others?”

“Ugh,” Jaehwan groaned, and he still thought it was a cleverer answer than anything else he could have said in that moment.

He stepped out of the study and closed the door on a similarly flustered Wonshik.