To: Namjoon 

Topic: Matters 

Are you available this weekend? Or are you still to busy over PY? Either way, if you want to, or have any time, go with us to the festival. 

I sent the message and sighed. Sure, we've only known each other for like, a day; but I guess he seemed like a fun guy if I knew him well enough. I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way to the infirmary. 

Jaehee was off with Hobi and Jungkook to their dance clubs. She was in the classical genre, so they still don't get to see each other even though they're under the same club. 

I started walking. If this Baekhyun didn't have a home, would my parents even allow him to stay, at least for a while, at my home? It's not like we only had two rooms. I guess.. it depends on how he'll act around me, huh? 

My phone buzzed. 

From: Namjoon 

Topic: No. 

I'm too busy. And besides, don't you have your own group of friends? 

I rolled my eyes at his message and didn't even bother replying. I knocked on the door of the infirmary. 

I stood there for a while, until I finally got impatient and slowly opened the door.  I peeked my head inside and realised that the nurse was probably out, probably in the restroom or something. I cleared my throat and walked inside. 

Fortunately, Baekhyun's bed was only in front of me. I sighed and made my way over to him. I placed my bag on the bedside table and sat on the side of the bed, staring at him. 

I felt so creepy doing this. God. Suyung, stop. But.. if I had to be honest, he looked really cute and peaceful and WHAT THE HELL. I shook my head, feeling heat rise up my cheeks. 

"What are you doing here?" my heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. But unlike before, his voice was full of life. I slowly turned my head to see him staring at me with the same cold eyes. 

"I saved you from jumping off a cliff. Literally." I shot back. What was with his attitude? Was he out of his mind? Did he.. have amnesia? "Oh my god, do you remember anything? My name? Your name?" 

He scoffed and sat up, only to flinch. 

"What's with you.." I trailed off, placing a hand on his chest and helping him lay down again. "I don't get why you're hurt, but rest.." 

"I know you." he pointed out. "You told me your name.. why would I forget?" 

"You know, then!" I narrowed my eyes, standing up and pointing at him in the process. Was he really this annoying? When was the cold guy I saved earlier? "Byun Baekhyun, give your saviour more respect." 

"I didn't ask you to save me." he said sarcastically. "It was my choice, pabo. Mind your own business." 

"Sheesh." I scowled, placing a hand on his forehead. Feeling his high temperature, I make my way to where I assumed the towels were and washed it, before approaching him again. "You have a fever." I planted the towel on his forehead. 

"Why do you care so much?" he glared at me, but didn't bother slapping my hand away or anything to make me feel unwanted. I guess he was a man of words, huh? "I don't even know you." 

"Well, you do now." I shrugged. "Rhee Suyung." 

"You're not even pretty." he said, moving his hand and lightly flicked my forehead. I backed away a bit at his touch. 

"As if you're that attractive in the first place." I shot back. But if I gotta be honest here, he was really attractive. Not that I would EVER admit it out loud. "Anyways.. do you have a home?" 

He cocked an eyebrow. "You're a mind reader now? No. I don't live anywhere, but I can take care of myself." 

I clicked my tongue and grabbed a water bottle from my bag, helping him sit up and handing my water to him. "Just how unlucky are you?" 

He hesitated for a while, then drank the water. "I'm tired of this life." 

"Is it really that boring?" I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "There are so many dreams I want to achieve.. so many places I want to go to.. so many people I want to meet.. and you.. don't you feel any of those desires?" 

He stared at me for a while, then turned his head. "Nobody cares about me anymore." 

"Say.." I started, getting a bit pressed about his negativity. But I knew this was depression; I had to cope with this even for a while.. atleast he was a bit sarcastic, right? "You know what? You can stay at my house." 

"You trust me?" he smirked, then moved his face closer to mine. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you if you trust me so easily?" 

I laughed and softly pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Do you have any idea what plans i have up my sleeve if you ever intended those?" 

He sighed and chuckled, raising both of his hands in surrender. "You got me." 

For some reason.. I trusted him. There was something about him that was different. I felt a familiar emotion swirling, though not that I could say I knew what it was. 

"Anyways.." I sighed, glancing at him and standing up. "Since you're sick for today, you can go to my house tomorrow. The nurse can take care of you when I'm gone." 

I my heel, but stopped when I felt a strong grasp around my wrist. A bit hesitant, I turned. 

"No." he said firmly. "Stay." 

I cocked an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" 

His gaze softened. "Please." 

I couldn't help but give in. Maybe it was in the look in his eyes, or maybe it was the strong desire in my heart, but either way, I sighed and sat on the side of the bed again. 

"Be entertaining." I frowned. 

"Do you dance or do you sing?" he asked right away. I scoffed. 

"Is that an insult?" then I smiled and took a stance as if I were playing the piano. "The piano!" I raised a hand as if I were holding a pencil: "And drawing is what I'm good at!" 

I turned to him, and I couldn't help but grin on how adorable his smile was. "What about you?" 

"I sing." he said proudly. I couldn't help but not feel lighthearted on how comfortable he was finally being. Now that I think about it; he's actually pretty nice, just a bit sassy and sarcastic, I guess. 

"Sing for me." I challenged. "I won't believe you unless you do!"

"What do you want me to sing.." he trailed off, lowering his gaze. 

"Anything.." I said, scooting so that my feet was off the ground. 

"Alright.." he said, then starting singing. I didn't know what the title of the song was, but it was familiar. I feel like I've always heard it on the radio, but never really bothered to know what it was. Either way.. his voice was.. amazing. 

"You're good." I said softly. "Do you sing.. like, you know.. sing for a living.. or something?" 

He laughed and shook his head. "I wish I did, but I don't. I've always wanted to go to Seoul and fulfill my dreams there." 

"So.." my eyes widened and an unconscious smile planted on my face. "You want to be a musician.." 

We locked eyes. 

"Too?!" 

We talked for about an hour, until he brought up my ambition again. 

"I can't believe it." he chuckled softly. "You'll be a good musician, I guess." 

"According to the guy who indirectly called me ugly 15 minutes ago." I rolled my eyes. He moved his hand and lightly pulled on my ear. I squealed uncontrollably, as I had a ticklish spot there. "Hey!" 

"I didn't call you ugly." he defended. "And what's up with you? Don't tell me you're ticklish on that spot.." 

I moved away, laughing. "Stop! Stop being so touchy with me, Baekhyun!" I stood up and avoided him. 

He sat up, not seemingly to be in pain anymore. "If you're ticklish on your ear, doesn't that make you.. ticklish in general?" 

I stood behind the bedside table, my hands in front of me. "No, you're just thinking too hard. Stay away from me." 

"I'm going to be a more successful musician." he grinned. 

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, I'm going to be worldwide! Everybody's going to be aware of my pieces. I can write songs too, I'm going to be more successful than you!" 

He darted to where I was, and me, lacking all the speed and agility, wasn't able to dodge him and he started tickling me. "God, we only knew each other for what, a day?" 

"Does time really matter with friends?" he reasoned, then stopped tickling me. 

"I didn't know you were so hyper." I said, turning to him and placing a hand on his forehead again. "How could your fever go away in an hour, what are you, superhuman?" 

"Yeah." he grinned. 

I rolled my eyes. "You don't have anything with you? You don't have a bag.. or?" 

"It's by the river." he said, standing up out of a sudden and quickly grabbing my wrist. "Come on!" 

When we finally arrived at the riverside, we took the time to sit by the river and talk some more. After all, it was nice to get to know each other. He seemed so happy.. so a few hours ago, why did he want to end his life? 

"Baekhyun.." I started. "Don't get me wrong.. but you seem so happy right now.. a while ago.." 

He stayed quiet, then shook his head and gave me a reassuring smile. "That was something else.  You really did save me. I.. feel like an idiot now. Why haven't I met you sooner?" 

I darted my eyes away from him. "Just.. don't do it again, please.." 

I heard him sigh. "Alright.." 

I glanced up at him and forced a smile. "So.. do you know about next week's festival? Do you want to come with me?" 

"With you?" 

"And my friends." I added quickly. God. That sounded wrong. It almost sounded like I was asking him out! 

He shrugged and stood up, lending out a hand for me to take. 

He smiled. 

"Yeah. Now I'm finally looking forward to my tomorrow." 

I took his hand and lightly pinched his cheek. "Are you emo now?" 

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A/N: ANOTHER UPDATE. YAY. 

Hehe, so what do you expect of Baekhyun and Suyung's bond? They seem to be really close for people that just met each other. And it seems like he's going to be living with Suyung for a while.

Next chapter is the festival! Yay!