LOL HI. I had no idea what to write, so I just started blabbering all over my keyboard. This oneshot probably has no plotline or significant events, but ya know...like...yeah. :3 title ^^

You know those moments, when you just want to walk around and point at every person you see and say, “I hate you. Oh, and you. Of course, you too. Yeah, and you.”

               Those are the feelings I have probably about everyday. You kinda tend to get over it after a while, but sometimes, there are people that are just asking to be murdered.

               Take Lee Sungyeol for example. When you get in trouble with the teacher, you quietly listen and do as the teacher says. You do not, under any circumstance, drop on your knees and start crying. That is stupid. You do not do that.

               Which leads to where I’m at right now, sitting in the back of the classroom and watching, as the rest of the class does, the infamous choding persuading the idiotic teacher that somehow, just somehow, his dog managed to eat his homework four days in a row.

               Looking at the pitiful student’s face, I could almost tell the teacher was starting to believe him.

               Fun fact: Sungyeol didn’t own a dog.

“See Myungie? I’m smart.”

               “You’re stupid,” I corrected, leaning back in my chair. “Or maybe the teacher just is.”

               “What? It’s pure logic, being able to get your teacher to believe that.”

               All I could do was give my boyfriend a weird look. “That isn’t logic, Sungyeol. That’s the teacher being stupid.”

               “You’re just jealous that you have to do homework when I don’t,” Sungyeol hummed, grabbing my bag from beneath my desk. “C’mon, stop staying cooped inside the classroom during lunch. Sunggyu hyung says that he wants you outside with the rest of the guys.”

               “Just go,” I fatly told him, grabbing my bag back. “I’d prefer to be in here alone, alright? You can go now.”

               “You’re the worst.”

               He gave me a pout, which I’d eventually learned he used on everybody and not just me. “No. So go. Tell Sunggyu hyung that I have some…work to finish.”

               “Work,” Sungyeol scoffed. “If you’d actually do ‘work’ in here, you wouldn’t spend a good fraction of our time together doing homework.”

“Capital of France?”

               “Paris.”

               “Capital of Italy?”

               “Rome.”

               “Capital of Spain?”

               “Madrid.”

               “Capital of Hungary?”

               “Budapest.”

               “Capital of –“

               “Sungyeol, why are you asking me these questions?”

               Sungyeol turned around, sighing. “Duh. Because I have a capitals test tomorrow and I want to remember everything. And I always remember our conversations, and you’re super smart, so why not do it like this?”

               I gave him another look, eyes flashing from him walking around my house, then back to my laptop.

               “Alright, just –“

               The bell rang, deciding to interrupt Sungyeol’s amazing study session. He hopped from his spot on the couch (that’d he just sat down on a few seconds ago) and ran to open the door. A loud cry, and I could already tell who it was.

               There were a few more noises and, before I knew it, Sungjong was in front of me.

               “Hey Myungsoo.”

               I nodded at him, fiddling with my keyboard again. The math project was going to be due in about two days, and I couldn’t risk failing it.

               “Sungyeol’s here again?”

               Hearing my boyfriend’s name, my head snapped back up. Was there something wrong with Sungyeol being over at my house all the time? “Uh, yeah. Why?”

               “Nothing,” Sungjong shrugged, sitting down next to me. “Just…he’s always here, you know?”

               …Yeah. Because he lives here.

               “Yeah…I’m just…helping him study.”

               “Oh.”

               “Yeah.”

So hello there~ my name is Kim Myungsoo. I’m currently 16 years old and attending Woollim High School with my best friends, whom I do love a lot.

               There’s just this one guy there that I love a teensy-weensy bit more. I mean, it’s impossible not to love him with all of your heart. It’s just that I, being the great Kim Myungsoo, managed to reach out to him before anybody else did.

               Lee Sungyeol, that’s his name, and he’s literally the closest thing to perfection that you will ever find. (Alright, this is me being a little bias, but I’m kinda allowed to be here.) He’s the sweetest boyfriend you’d ever have, and I’m really not being biased this time. He’ll do anything for you and never, ever question your motives. Flaws or not, he’ll always love you.

               There’s…well…there’s just a little catch to it.

               Nobody knows.

               And nobody will know.

“I think Sungyeol has a man crush on you,” Woohyun had told me once at a high school party we attended.

               Not to lie, I laughed. At Woohyun’s idioticity (that’s not a word, btw), and to cover any dirty thoughts I had up. “Sungyeol? Me? Yeah, no.”

               “But he follows you around like a lost puppy, seriously. And you, too, now that I think about it.”

               “What, we can’t hang around each other a ton?” I asked, taking another sip of the gassy Coke in hand.

               “Well, yeah…” Woohyun played with the sleeves of his black & golden sweater a bit. “But it gets annoying. Like, like, like…whenever we go anywhere, Sungyeol and I, he always manages to bring you up somewhere in our conversation.”

               “So what?” I smirked. “He can’t talk about me?”

               “Don’t you get it, Myungsoo?! He talks about you way too much for it to be a friend thing.” Woohyun sighed again, pushing himself further into the couch cushion.

               And as if called, Sungyeol appeared. He’d told me something about trying to fit in and look cool drinking beer, which explained the cup that he was holding. Except one little thing: the stuff in that cup was actually apple juice.

               I don’t know who Sungyeol was trying to kid with that trick, seriously. They should’ve noticed after seeing him chug down eleven cups of the stuff and still be as sober as he’d ever be.

               “I was looking for you,” he frowned, his eyes darting back and forth at the full couch. It was a two person one after all, and Woohyun was practically laying.

               “Well, here I am.”

               Woohyun sent me a “I TOLD YOU SO” look, which I’d presumed to ignore. On the other hand, Sungyeol concluded to sit on my lap, seeing as his legs were tired from doing some idiotic dance that he was soon going to collapse from.

               I’d thought nothing of it, seeing as we’ve done this about every single day of our lives. Sungyeol shoved his between the couch head and my thighs, criss-crossing his legs on mines. He drank down the rest of his apple juice and set the cup down on the side table, resting the side of his head between my neck and shoulder.

               With the arm that Woohyun couldn’t see, I held onto Sungyeol’s waist and drank another bit of my Coke. “What?”

               I could literally feel Woohyun just staring at my boyfriend’s clothed body, then back at me. He motioned at Sungyeol’s body, mouthing “this?!”

               “What? Sungyeol’s tired, and he doesn’t want to sit on the ground. I’m just being the perfect best friend I always am.”

               “Sunggyu would kill me if I did that to him!” Woohyun complained. “And here you guys are, acting like the lovers you’d never be!”

               “Sunggyu’s just a cranky person,” Sungyeol murmured, ignoring the last portion of Woohyun’s reply. “Myungie, I’m thirsty.”

               Smiling, I handed Sungyeol the cup I had (since those twelve cups of apple juice weren’t enough for him), and he drank the rest of it.

               “You guys seriously just indirectly kissed!” Woohyun pointed out.

               “We can kiss for real if you want,” Sungyeol said, leaning his lips closer to my mouth. All I could do was let out a little chuckle.

               “NO!” My hyung protested. “Really, Myungsoo, how could you stand this?”

               Feeling Sungyeol place his head back on me, I shrugged (also causing Sungyeol’s head to be lifted up and his lips to brush against my neck, butttt let’s not talk about that right now). “He’s just too adorable to deny.”

Another fun, little fact about Lee Sungyeol: he never wore matching socks. I don’t even know why – if there were two of the same socks in the drawer, he’d still wear uneven ones. And when there was only one pair of matching socks left in his drawer, he’d run over to my side of the bedroom and take one of my socks.

               He’d said something about only wearing matching socks on important days – and actually, I’d been able to second that. You wouldn’t believe how happy I was when I’d seen that he was wearing a matching pair of socks the day after I’d asked him out.

               “The first day of being Kim Myungsoo’s boyfriend,” he explained.

               That left me dumfounded, because I had no idea that it’d meant that much to him. He didn’t even wear matching socks on his birthday, and that choding really did love his birthday.

               He just loved me more.

When Sungyeol decided to move in with me, it wasn’t because he’d wanted to. His parents were someplace in the Western hemisphere partying with Angelina Jolie and he was left alone. I figured, why not let him come with me?

               “Everybody’s going to know, though!” Sungyeol whined, keeping my hands in a tight hold so that I wouldn’t stuff his clothes into a big Macy’s bag and drag it over to my house. “Do you have any idea how much stuff I have?! They’re gonna know right away!’

               “So? I have a big house. We could put, like, some clothes in each room and nobody would know!”

               “Now you’re being the idiot.”

I whined a bit, having my hands so numb, and Sungyeol let go.

               “I have a basement downstairs,” I shrugged, going over to the couch to sit down. “We could put all your stuff in there. And you can sleep with me – Lord knows how big my bed is.”

               “…But…your parents…”

               “My parents are stuck hanging out with AKB48. We’ve got nothing to worry about, Sungyeol.”

               “A-are you sure?” Sungyeol bit his bottom lip – and he’d looked so unbearably adorable, I just had to pull him over and give him a quick kiss.

               “I’m sure.”

I don’t know why we never told our friends about “us”. It was like…like having gum. You know everybody wants it, you know you need it, you know it’s going to make you popular as heck…but you just don’t tell anybody.

               It’s not like they’d judge us, oh no. It wasn’t that. It was kind of like the thrill, knowing that nobody knew you had a secret boyfriend. People had their own ways of getting high, and ours was just having each other.

               We’re a weird couple, yes, I’ve realized.

“Hey Myungsoo…”

               Looking up at Sungyeol, I asked, “Yeah?”

               “Have you ever wondered, like, if there’s another life? Like, a second one after this?”

               “…Have you been watching dramas lately?”

               Sungyeol frowned, kicking my side with his foot. “No! I’m just saying. What…what if we grow old and die, huh? In our next life, are we gonna meet again? And even if we do…would I say yes to you? Or, or, or, what if Next-Sungyeol is brave, and confesses first? Then would you accept me?”

               I stared at him like he was crazy, because yes, he was. “Are you really asking me that, Sungyeol?”

               Rolling his eyes, Sungyeol threw his pillow at me. “Just forget it. You should be lucky I even said yes to you in this life, because you weren’t too romantic in asking me out.”

               “I taped a note to your coffee. How is that not romantic?” I teased, throwing the pillow back at him. It missed and fell off the couch, leaving Sungyeol to bend down and pick it up.

               Huffing, Sungyeol threw the pillow at my lap and laid his head on it. He smiled at me and said, “Forget life. Forget having a bajillion lives. I’m good as long as I have you.”

               “Ooohhh, what’s with this random burst of cheesiness?” I laughed, rubbing Sungyeol’s stomach.

               “I dunno. I heard it in a drama I watched yesterday, wanted to figure out how it’d work on you.”

               My laughing fit didn’t stop until Sungyeol lifted his hand up to my cheek. “Seriously, though, Myungsoo.”

               “Oh, now what drama was that in?”

               A sour look coming across Sungyeol’s face, he sat up. “Gah. How do you always know?!”

               “Because I like my totally disdainful, uncheesy Sungyeol better,” I said, keeping my serious face on as long as I could.

               “We could make our own Korean drama,” Sungyeol nodded proudly. “Better than Boys over Flowers.”

               Not trying to keep my laugh back this time, I just nodded, agreeing with my boyfriend. “Something like that.”

MYUNGSOO POV. BECAUSE I REALIZED I HAVEN'T DONE ONE LIKE THAT YET.

I DUNNO WHAT THE ENDING WAS LOL. I HAD A RANDOM BURST OF INSPIRATION TO ADD IN SOMETHING ABOUT A KDRAMA BECAUSEEEEEEEEE.

MYUNGSOO'S DRAMA *.* OMFG♥ yes, Myungie, you're just so awesome. LOL did you guys see the pic he tweeted? Of himself watching the TV? With the tan jeans? YEAH, LOL, I THOUGHT HE WASN'T WEARING PANTS >.> 

and then SUNGYEOL'S TWEET TO MYUNGSOO. HOW HE WAS LIKE "I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT'S GOING TO SEE YOU LATER"? like. yeah. SPAZZ. AND THE MYUNGYEOL MOMENTS IN THE PAST FEW DAYS. I REALLY, REALLY THINK I DIED.

KEKEKEKEKEKE THAT WAS TOO LONG. ♥ BUHBYE~ hope your week's going well ^^ ♥