“Donghae?” He looked up to see Jungsu peering at him from the other side of the room. He pointed at his own face. Donghae furrowed his brow. What was he trying to say this time?

“You…” Donghae raised an eyebrow. Jungsu sighed, and leant over to wipe Donghae’s face.

“You were crying.” He said softly. The younger man’s hand immediately sprang to his eyes and found that his face was covered in tears.

“It’s ok Donghae.” Jungsu moved around to the other side of the table to embrace the now sobbing man.

“It’s ok.”

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“Hyukjae!” Donghae panted as he ran up the hill; one of the many disadvantages of having short legs was that it made you slow.

He reached the top and stood, panting, with his hands on his knees. The other boy laughed, filling the air with his childish cackle.

“You look like an old man! What’s wrong with you?” Donghae frowned at the remark, and pushed Hyukjae in the small of the back.

“Shut up! You’re so mean!” Hyukjae stuck his tongue out at Donghae.

“Who cares? You’re here now aren’t you?” The two boys argued as they made their way along the path to Donghae’s house.