The thing about summer mornings is that they’re always too bright and too quiet. And that’s always Myungsoo’s first thought every time he wakes up in this lazy season of the year, feeling lethargy washing away the imaginary morning energy that youths like him are supposed to have. The seventeen year old boy has never really understood the charms of school free days as he deems them days without purposes, so he dreads summer and every other school break. It’s not that he enjoys studying because the truth is quite the opposite or has a crush on somebody that he can only get to see at school. He just thinks that schooling is pretty much the only reason for him to get out of his bed in the mornings. Myungsoo doesn’t hang out with friends because he has none. Well, to be fair, he does have two or three of them but they’re not close enough to give each other a call and say “Let’s hang out!” on a free and nice summer day like this. He doesn’t classify himself as a loner either because a loner likes to do things alone but he doesn’t even like to do things.  He just stays in his room and waits until someone call him downstairs to eat or to run some errands. Myungsoo reckons his life is what people would call “the epitome of boredom” and it’s a nagging thought that constantly fills up his mind. He used to be perfectly fine with doing nothing in his own time but recently, he’s started to find himself wonder why life doesn’t offer him any thrill or even just a slight excitement to live on. Sometimes he thinks it’s utterly pointless to continue living like this. And if he doesn’t want to live then does he want to die? And that’s the point where he freaks out. Myungsoo isn’t afraid of death, he supposes but he is horrified of being suicidal.

- You are not wondering if you’re suicidal or not again, aren’t you?

Myungsoo groggily sits up with a yawn to look at the early intruder even though he’s already got an idea of who this must be. No one else comes into his room without knocking.

- Sungjong, I’ve told you many times that you…

- Need to knock before coming in?

Scrunching his nose and feigning ignorance in a mocking tone, Sungjong keeps stepping even further into Myungsoo’s territory and only stops to land his skinny on the edge of his annoyed friend’s bed. He continues when seeing Myungsoo still giving him the doubtful look and putting two defensive arms around his own waist to complete the furtive act.

- Come on dude, it’s not like I could walk in on you having a wank or something?

He shrugs his bony shoulder, not even bothering to see the funny look on Myungsoo’s face when he narrows his eyes and abruptly jerks his head back, almost hitting it on the wall. But when Sungjong finally turns around to catch the sight of his friend’s face distorting in something very much resembling the image of a wizened pickled fruit, he sighs loudly and scoots closer to Myungsoo.

- Stop making that face! Don’t act traumatised, drama queen.

Sungjong raises his already screechy voice then hits Myungsoo’s arm to cause more effect, which successfully snaps him out of it only to make him face the petite boy with a deadly serious look on face.

- Do you think incessantly will make me a little less bored?

30 seconds worth of very uncomfortable silence passes by before Sungjong smacks his friend hard on the forehead and jumps on his bed to kick him down with a loud thud.

- Ow! What ar--

- OH MY GOD MYUNGSOO, CAN’T YOU JUST STOP BEING SO WEIRD?

- What do you mean?

Myungsoo tilts his head in confusion, looking up at Sungjong while sitting with his hands on his lap and his on a mess of dirty clothes and pillows. The oddly adorable look makes Sungjong softens his glare a bit only to fume up with new found exasperation.

- Why does such a face have to belong to someone abnormal like you?

Raising his right eyebrow at the insult, Myungsoo stands up and pulls his friend down with a hard tug.

- You know, that joke about me not knowing how to use my face is getting old. It’s not even funny anymore.

- It’s not because it aint supposed to. I don’t mean it as a joke dude. You’re really wasting that gorgeous face of yours.

With an audible sigh, Sungjong gets up to brush off the imaginary dust on his and turns to walk out of the room.

- Not like I can do anything about it though.

Myungsoo shrugs while trying to find a clean shirt to put on amidst all the clothes he’s sitting on. But before he can pull out the black loose tee under his right leg, which he thinks is his favourite only because he wears it all the time, something red is shoved into his sight.

- You need to stop wearing too much black, Myungsoo. Wear this. It’s my birthday present for you.

Sungjong says while crouching down to meet his friend’s eye level, voice laced with unshaken demand, eyes sparkling with warmness and poorly hidden excitement.

- Thank you but.. my birthday was three months ago.

- But I didn’t know you then, did I?

- Then you could… wait until my next birthday? It’s only 9 months away from now.

- Myungsoo, do you not like my present?

A sob is heard.

- No! Of course.. not..

- Good! Now wear this. I’ll wait downstairs.

- But--

A second into his protest and Myungsoo knows it will be useless anyway. He has been friends with Sungjong for no longer than two months but he already knows better than to not obey the other. So he does the only thing he can do now, which is putting on that ridiculously red and uncomfortably revealing shirt and dragging his feet down, embracing himself for whatever his diva of a friend is going to tell him to do next. But as the half annoyed half scared boy reluctantly walks down the stairs, little does he know that this time, a quick mental preparation won’t do.

- Myung..soo?

Soft voice, averting eyes and tints of pink on chubby cheeks. And suddenly Myungsoo’s innocent summer is brought back to him.

- Hey, I missed you.

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A/N: So yea, that's the first chapter. Pretty boring, I think. But hey, let's hear your opinions XD