He was so awfully tired…

Leaning in against the hard surface of the wooden bar those dark orbs slowly fall off closed for a moment, automatically feeling all the exhaustion taking over his mind and body. It was just a Sunday night, like any other Sunday night, and Wooyoung feels like he hadn’t slept for ages. From the last Friday afternoon to this precise instant being a Sunday at 9PM he had slept 5 or 6 hours, if he is not mistaken of course. It’s not like he was used to this, clearly his system can’t take it and either does his soul… but he is quite aware of the reason of his sleepless nights, even more in those seconds his heart skip a cold and lonely beat to remind it to him.  

It was because of that woman…

After the endless bus ride and the long walk back at home, when he finally reached out the quietness of his bedroom while the moon outside fallowed every single one of his moves through the crystal windows, all what Wooyoung wanted was a peaceful sleep to relax his still unbelieving mind and his uneasy body… but in the instant his tired eyes closed that feminine nice smile paint upon the darkness, turning evilly mocking as those ruby lips kiss Nichkhun’s plump mouth; just like those sweet brown orbs burn with the flames of Hell as they stare maliciously at his suddenly teary black eyes. That nightmare repeat, again and again every single time he tried to sleep; mixing with other torturous images of his Nichkhun being in that woman’s arms.

It seems so real that he felt his heart tearing apart in pain…

Fearing that any time soon those awful dreams could haunt him Wooyoung slowly open his sleepy eyes, seeing the hint of some bright red color brushing over little and black orbs which stare right at him.

-God, I thought you were dead…- and then Junho’s deep, amused voice echoes around his tired brain.

-Well, I think I’m not far from that…- he mumble barely audible, his soft voice slowly losing itself between the noises of the bar.

-¿What do you mean?- he hears his friend’s confuse question, just like he sees Junho’s eyebrows frowning puzzled.

And a long, deep sigh slid from Wooyoung’s dry lips. –I haven’t slept since Friday…- he tells, yawning just by the mention of the word ‘sleep’

-¿Why? You have never had problems to sleep.- Junho says slightly unbelieving yet in his voice it could be heard a hint of worry.

-Ummm… it’s a long story…- the blonde boy tiredly comment, already feeling uneasy because he knows he will have to tell the whole thing to his red haired friend.

-You are lucky, I’m on my break right now.- Junho mockingly answer, quickly sitting down on the stool besides the older boy.

Feeling those tiny, waiting eyes on him Wooyoung sighs heavily one more time, slowly turning his eyes to his left; seeing into Junho’s bright orbs as everything which happened the last Friday carefully slid out his tremble lips; watching along his narration how his best friend’s little yes open wide in surprised in some important parts of the story.

-And now she is frightening me in my dreams…- he ends the tale, letting a little whining tone ring on his voice.

He was expecting some compassionate words or maybe some advice to finally be able to sleep tonight… but all what he got from his best friend was an amused chuckle.

-I really can’t believe you are here suffering because something like that when you got to know that old man feel the same as you.- Junho comment truly unbelieving, as a funny smirk curves up in his plump lips.

-¡I-I’m happy because of that!- Wooyoung exclaims embarrass, seeing his best friend smirking a little more. –It’s just… she still is the mother of his son, and it seems she thinks they are so in love…- he says, sounding somewhat sorrowful.

-And that hurts like hell…- Junho adds, seeing how the blonde boy’s warm eyes suddenly dye with the coldness of sadness.

-Not only that, I also dislike her… she is so… like the perfect woman. She is beautiful, she has a good body, she is sweet and friendly and… all that…- Wooyoung mumble slightly annoyed, remembering how nice she was with him.

-But even if she is the perfect woman, the old man likes you ¿right? ¿Isn’t that all it matters?- Junho wonder obvious, yet still his voice was soft and gentle.

-Well… we never really talked about it… so…- the blonde boy mumbles sadly, as his off black eyes slowly looks down at the wooden bar.

-¿What else do you want to hear that a kiss didn’t say?- Junho ask serious, seeing how the older boy’s hands runs through his own golden locks.

-I don’t know Junho… I just…- Wooyoung says frustrate, slightly tugging his hair as the lack of sleep little by little affects him badly. –I just want him with me…- he murmur defeat, crossing his arm upon the cold bar and lying his forehead above his warm skin.

 -Hey, you knew things will be like this, either way, in the minute you fall in love with him two years ago…- Junho remembers him, somewhat harsh but still he knows that was the true.

-So now that you know the old man feels the same, you should let things flows. Don’t worry about her, I’m sure he will work things out and everything between them will be end soon… so just be happy, ¿okay? There’s no reason to worry.-

But in the moment his friend’s arm slid kindly upon his shoulders, hugging him warmly and saying words which make his heart beat excited, Wooyoung’s eyes quickly looks up; finding Junho already smiling at him. That sweet eye-smile making him smiles along as always.

-Junho…- he mumble touched as he watching into those little eyes, letting his arms wrap around his best friend’s neck and hugging him tight. –Thank you…- he whispers in his warm ear, feeling those strong arms hugging him back.

-It’s okay, Young… I could do anything to make you smile again…- he tells nicely, but even so Wooyoung feels his heart aching in guilty.

He completely forgot about Junho’s feelings…

-Ummm… sorry…- he shyly murmur, as he carefully pulls away from the nice embrace.

-Don’t be, I like when you hug me; even if it’s just like friends.- Junho smiles, calm and honest; making Wooyoung’s heart to beat at ease.

-That’s good…- he mumble softly, in that adorable eye-smile getting wider and sweeter for him.

-So I believe you will stop thinking in stupid things and tonight you won’t have any problems to sleep, ¿right?- Junho wonder, more demanding him to do so rather and asking for it.

Letting a silent sighs escape from his pink lips Wooyoung smirk amused, already opening his mouth to answer with some irony to his best friend when suddenly the loud and full of excitement voice of his giant manager hits right into his and Junho’s ears; startling them for a moment.

-Oh my freaking God, ¡look who just walked in!- Taecyeon appears out of nowhere from behind the bar, pouring the drink he was making into the floor as he anxiously points out to the front door.

And when Wooyoung founds out who it was, he wish he had never looked back there…

-¿What is that old man doing with a female idol?- Junho ask incredulous, looking at his best friend who was just as unbelieving as him.

Still having his wide-open eyes place on the couple at the door Wooyoung search in his dizzy mind for words to explain to the red haired boy what was going on, but don’t even him has an idea of what the hell was happening; and he didn’t even have enough time to think in an answer when Taecyeon’s loud voice was ones again echoing loudly in their ears as the manager push Junho to go to attend the new customers. The blonde boy could only give to his best friend a sorry gaze, being sure that Junho understood he will explain everything later.

-¡And you run to the stage! ¡Go a sing some sweet song so she will want to come again!- the big manager tells him now, hurriedly pushing him out the stool.       

Taking a look at his toothy boss’s excited face Wooyoung reluctantly stands up. –She is not even that great…- he sulks, as he accommodates his clothes a little.

-¡¿What do you mean she is not even that great?! She can dance, she can sing and she can act. ¡She always wins all the awards!- Taecyeon exclaims way too thrilled. -¡Now go go go!- he rushes, making the blonde boy rolls his eyes.

Finding extremely annoying the way his giant manager fanboys over some mediocre idol Wooyoung quickly turns around, making his way to the comfortable stage where Minjun was waiting for him already sitting in his spot; guitar in hand and kindly caressing the strings.

-Seems Taec is really happy tonight.- Minjun jokes, seeing his cute dongsaeng drinking some water. –I told you to drink something warm before singing…- he scolds him, knowing that cold water wasn’t really good to take care of a nice voice.

-Sorry hyung, Taec send me here without warning…- the blonde boy sulks again, watching down at his hyung as he pouts.

-It’s okay, don’t worry. Let’s have some fun, ¿okay?- Minjun says, giving him a smile. -¿So what do you want to sing tonight? The giant told me it should be something sweet.- he comment, remembering his friend’s words just a minute ago.

-Yeah, he told me the same…- Wooyoung mumbles thoughtful, running through the mental playlist in his mind. -¡Oh! ¡I know! We will sing that one, the number 21.- he says excited, looking at his hyung with as a wide smile paint upon his pink lips.

-¿Number 21…?- Minjun wonders confuse, thinking in all the songs they practice.

-¡The one about my favorite color, hyung!- he exclaims joyful, seeing how his hyung finally nods remembering.

-¡Oh, yeah! ¡That one!- the older man exclaims as well with a smile, quickly making a few changes in the stings and giving an ‘okay’ sign to his favorite dongsaeng.

It was show time…

-¡Hey everybody! ¡Good night!- Wooyoung cutely greets the audience, watching amazed how the bar was completely full all the people claps and cheers at them.

-Minjunie hyung and I have a really sweet song for you tonight, ¡so we hope you like it!- he tells nicely, giving to the public an adorable smile as the magical melody of the song softly fills the crowd place.

-Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow…-

Lovely words filled with warm emotions slowly trail off Wooyoung’s pink lips, as the calm but sweet sound of the guitar mix with his soft and deep voice in perfect harmony.

-I came along

I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do

And it was called yellow…-   

He sings as his shining black eyes dance around his audience, smiling tenderly as he sees how the dull light of the bar illuminates gently at everyone listening in delight his loving song.

-So then I took my turn

Oh what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow…-

His black eyes closed for a moment, hearing the wonderful music of the guitar echoing a little longer around the peaceful place; feeling how his heart beat excited as his part was about to start again.

-Your skin

Oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

You know, you know I love you so…-

Feeling how a warm blush blooms on his chubby cheeks he sings from the bottom of his heart, as his orbs black hurriedly open meeting in the endless distance with a pair of gentle and clear brown ones which makes that smirk on his lips curved wider in the happiest smile.

-You know I love you so…-

He whispers one more time, hearing his voice shaking a little in embarrassment  and mixing with the powerful yet kind sound of the guitar’s strings ringing  delightfully calm around the room… as Nichkhun secretly smiles back at him from the table, making that blush on his face burn redder.

- I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh what a thing to do

'Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line

I drew a line for you

Oh what a thing to do, my love

And it was all yellow…-

The blonde boy shyly sings, turning his embarrassed eyes away and placing them on the crowd; feeling how hard and fast his joyful heart was pounding against chest… making him feel so stupidly happy.

-Your skin

Oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

You know, for you I'd bleed myself dry

For you I'd bleed myself dry…-

To the sound of Minjun working his magic on the guitar when the whispers of his last tender words had vanish in the calm air Wooyoung takes a step back, as he couldn’t help but place his wishful eyes where his hyung was; finding her leaning against him and making his heart purse in jealousy…

…But in the instant his eyes meet with Nichkhun’s warm orbs staring directly at him, the ghost of those kisses they shared tickled on his lips; making his hear flutter with confidence.

Upon hearing the sweet music slowly reaching out his part a mischievously cute smirk curves up on his mouth while his small hands closed over the microphone; his gaze never leaving those deep brown seas.

- I's true

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine…- 

He sings, simple but tender words fill with all those emotions the blonde boy can see so clearly painted upon those clear eyes; making him shiver anxious at the only thought of hearing them coming out that plump mouth.

- Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do.-

Wooyoung softly whisper the last sentence of the lovely song, hearing a waterfall of cheers falling on him and Minjun from the crowd bar. Turning his sparkling eyes to the audience in front of him he can’t help but smile shyly, seeing the most of the people standing up and clapping at them, making him nervous and little bit embarrass.

-¡T-thank you all so much!- he ashamedly says, seeing his public still cheering for them. –I-I will leave you with Minjunie hyung and his solo. ¡Good night!­- he rush to greet and bow, feeling his hands getting sweaty because of so many attention.

Giving to the audience an awkward yet cute smile he quickly runs out the stage, walking by the full tables of smiling people who congratulates him ones again, till he can finally reach out an empty stool at the busy bar and have a little peace.

-¡Wooyoungie, that was amazing! ¡Thank you so much!- but just then his manager exclaims happily at the other side of the bar.

-You are welcome, hyung…- the blonde boy mumbles tired, seeing how his boss serves him a cold glass of lemon soda.

-Here you have, for being such a good boy.- Taecyeon smirks joyful, showing his big and white teeth in a wide smile before walking away to prepare a new order.

And Wooyoung could only roll his eyes ironic. –Good boy…- he murmurs at the edge of the crystal glass, taking a sip of the refreshing drink.

But before he could start enjoying his beverage there’s someone turning his stool around, almost making the drink to splash all over him.

-I have a few minutes till Taecyeon finish my order, come on and tell me what the hell is that old man doing with an idol.- Junho hurriedly says, looking at him with serious little eyes which make the blonde boy chuckle.

-Umm… well, to make it simple, she is the one who tormentors me in my dreams.- Wooyoung tells somewhat amused as his best friend’s eyes open as wide as they can in surprised.

-¡¿He is married with an idol?!- Junho wonders incredulous, trying to not be too loud.

-They are not married…- the blonde boy points out slightly annoyed, feeling his heart aching a little.

-Oh… but she is his… ¿fiancée?- the red haired waiter wonder confuse, without knowing how to call her in a way his friend couldn’t feel hurt.

-I don’t know, Junho… she is just she, ¿okay? Let’s… not put any name to relate them.- Wooyoung softly mumble, looking at down at the wooden floor as he suddenly feels the cold touch of sadness taking over his heart.

And to make it worst he can hear the noisy walk of high heels getting closer and making him shiver…

-¡Wooyoung-ah, I can’t believe it’s really you!-

…Just like he can hear the sound of that insufferable voice hitting right into his ears.

Closing his eyes for a short moment and letting a secret heavy sigh pass through his lips Wooyoung slowly stands up, placing his eyes in the couple in front of him while a fake nice smile paint upon his face.

-Hi noona… hi hyung…- he calmly bows to them, avoiding to look into those brown eyes which follows every single small move he does.

-Wooyoung-ah I really can’t believe it. I’m in shock…- Victoria comments exaggeratedly. –I could’ve never imagine to find you here, ¡and singing!- she exclaims amazed, sounding so annoyingly loud.

-Well, I never thought you could come here either…- Wooyoung kindly comment, seeing into those feminine eyes as his fists clenched tightly.

-¡It’s such an amazing coincidence! An old friend of mine told me to come here because the place was nice and the boy who sings it’s great… ¡But I’m so surprised it’s you!- she tells excited, smiling so disgustingly wide.

-¿It’s that so? Ummm… I hope you enjoyed it then.- he comment, faking a friendly tone as that woman smiles sweetly at him.

-¡Of course we enjoyed it! I would love to hear you sing again, but we have to go now. Mason don’t want to sleep without me and he begged the nanny to call me, so now we are going back at home.- Victoria tells sounding somewhat sorry, giving him a gaze Wooyoung doesn’t really cared to know what it means.

-Oh… well… then I hope you can come again sometime.- he lie, so perfectly great as he sees how she nods excited.

-¡Of course we will! Khunnie loves your voice as well.- she says nicely, clinging to the older man’s arm again.

Wooyoung didn’t really want to look back at him… but when Nichkhun’s voice was caressing his ears in simple words which hide a meaning he knows too well, his anxious black eyes couldn’t help but look up at his hyung.

-Yes, I really love Wooyoung’s voice…-

Finding those deep brown orbs which make his complete anatomy shake with warmness as his chubby cheeks blush with a bright carmine color.

-Too bad we can’t stay…- Victoria comment regretful, but her voice was more than ignorable for the young blonde boy. –Goodbye, Wooyoung-ah. Come Khunnie, let’s get going.- she says in a rush, kindly tugging Nichkhun’s arm as she softly drag him to the front door.

-Ummm… bye…- Wooyoung barely murmur, feeling his heart aching as Nichkhun walks away from him.

With sorrow he sees how the distant door opens slowly, letting the soft Moon light filter through it as tiny tears little by little floods his hurt black eyes… but in the instant that feminine and long hair was out his view, a pair of warm brown orbs look back at where he was standing; giving him a secret wink and a seductive smirk which make the blonde boy shiver under that fleeting gaze.

Slyly a confident smile curves up upon Wooyoung’s pink lips then, while the sad tears dry at the edge of his eager eyes and the cold touch of jealousy melt under the heath of his fluttering heart…

…Because he is sure, there’s nothing to be jealous about.