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Flashes of white light sliding through closed windows slowly move around a dully illuminated bedroom, reflecting against the high ceiling and the baby blue walls in different shapes of bright light as the sound of passing cars coming from the near street lose itself around the quiet room. Watching the familiar spectacle displaying ones again a pair of black orbs blinks calmly, accompanying the almost mute and long sigh passing through pink, pouty lips of the blonde boy lying upon the perfectly made bed. His long arms are folded under the fluffy pillow, giving himself a comfortable position to look up at the enlightened ceiling and have his little moment of peace.

But the silent echo of his nostalgic heart only makes every minute irritant.

-Eish…- he hiss barely audible, quickly turning on his side as the murmur of the bed moving under his weight mix with the noise of a new car passing by outside.

Frustrated, he was awfully frustrated. With himself, with his life… with that whole complicated situation he was locked in. As long as time passed these last days, every single short moment his eyes could meet with those sweet brown orbs which sadly ask for his forgiveness in silent Wooyoung felt like it all and just bring his hyung into a warm hug; but she was still there. Talking always so friendly, smiling always so bright and making him feel the worst bastard in the whole freaking World. ¿But what can he do? He knows most of all it’s his fault, since the very beginning he had always known this was wrong, this was something forbidden but even so he choose to hold into all those unforgivable feelings… he was to only one to blame. There are just minimal things he can do, like swallow all his tears, fake a cute smile, bow with false respect to her and tor around to hide in any place his little, fragile heart can’t be seen by judging eyes.

Without the privilege to whine about it…

It was the most difficult thing to do, but there’s no point in complaining if he had always been very well aware of how catastrophic everything would get in some moment. But the fact that hurts Wooyoung the most it’s being such a long time without Nichkhun. He could learn to leave the frustration behind and understand his place right now, he could bear the pain of seeing her clinging into his hyung and he could try to not hate her too much… but being without Nichkhun was the impossible thing to do.

Everyone has a limit…

-I miss him…- a yearning murmur softly slid off his pouty lips, echoing mutely in the loneliness of the room.    

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, that he has no right to do it but he sulks and pouts as he lies on his back in the comfortable mattress; folding his arms above his chest and telling himself again and again that he can’t cry because of it. Its truth that the last time he saw Nichkhun he felt there were nothing to be jealous, but this was another different problem. It was over a week since the last time he was alone with Nichkhun, and after knowing his hyung likes him too the blonde boy thought everything was going to be perfect from that day on… but then she came to ruin it everything, putting a barrier between them and making Wooyoung feel they are thousands of miles away.

It’s not jealousy what’s killing Wooyoung; it’s the pricing sensation of needing him…

-¿Why it has to be so hard…?- he wonder to the air in low whisper, hearing nothing but the cruel silent of the night.

- I just love him…-

He mumble sadly, feeling his heart heavy like if loving his hyung was a curse he had to bear his entire life; sensing warms tears rushing to the edge of his sorrowful eyes as a sneaky sob pass through his trembling lips… ¿What’s wrong with being in love? ¿Why is he suffering like this when there’s a chance that Nichkhun loves him too? He should be squealing in happiness like a high school girl because his crush feels the same. But not, he is there lying upon the cold bed in the middle of the night.  ¿Why was life so cruel to him…?

He was just in love…

Feeling the sadness which oppress his heart tightly the blonde boy slowly surrender under his pain, leaving the warm tears free to roll down his cold cheeks as all that overwhelming sorrow can vanish from his system at least for a few minutes. After all, crying has always been the only way to lighten the unbearable grief in his heavy heart… but as soon as the first tears were softly falling down off his dull eyes the noisy echo of his phone ringing at the nightstand surprised him. Startled and curios he quickly brush off those tears in his face as he sit down in the bed; taking the cellphone to see who was calling him at 8:20PM.

And for a moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes…

-¿H-hello…?- he answer the call, feeling his heart throbbing uneasy inside his hot chest.

-Hi, Wooyoung…-

And a joyful smile magically painted upon his pink lips as Nichkhun’s sweet voice called out his name.

-¡Hyung!- the young boy exclaims excited, because it really was Nichkhun and not some evil trick of his mind.

-¿How are you doing, Wooyoung? ¿it’s everything okay? It has been so long since the last time we talked…- Nichkhun comment softly, somewhat nostalgic and somewhat tired.

-Yes, hyung. It has been so long…- Wooyoung repeats slightly upset, remembering because of whom. But then he sighs. –I miss you…- he mumbles shyly, feeling his cheeks blushing up a little bit.

-I miss you too, Wooyoung… That’s why I called you, I want to invite you to come to dinner with me.- Nichkhun ask nicely, with a hint of sweetness ringing in his voice.

-¿W-what…?- the blonde boy mumble astonish, not believing his ears this time and thinking that probably he misheard something.

But judging by the y way Nichkhun chuckles at the other side of the line, he is sure he didn’t misheard anything.

-Tonight Mason will stay at your house to have a sleepover with Suk Hyun, so like I will be alone in the house I thought that maybe you would like to come to dinner… we can also watch a movie later.- Nichkhun tells calmly, as his soft voice echoes seductive in the young boy’s ears.

To the anxious beating of his heart Wooyoung couldn’t help but smile wide in happiness after those words, because finally it seems things start to work out for him… but in the back of his mind he knows there still is a little detail.

-Ummm… hyung… ¿but what about… noona?- he wonder carefully, hearing his voice getting lower at the mention of her when he can’t even say her name.

-Oh, well, Victoria went back to China this morning… So it will be just you and me, if that’s okay with you.- Nichkhun explain as nice as always, and maybe it’s Wooyoung’s idea but he hears a slightly hint of nervous in the older man’s words as well.

-O-of curse it’s okay…- the blonde boy shyly answers, biting his bottom lip to not squeal like an idiot. -¿When do you want me to go, hyung?- he ask instead, trying to not sound so freaking excited about it as he truly is.

-¿9PM it’s fine? In 10 minutes I have to take Mason to your house so I want to leave everything ready and then cook before you arrive.- Nichkhun tells a little bit worried about the time, making the young boy chuckle softly.

-¡9PM it is then, hyung!- Wooyoung says joyful, feeling his cheeks hurting a little because he can erase that smile of his face.

-Okay, I will see you later Wooyoung.- Nichkhun simply says goodbye, so soft and warm that makes the smooth color pink on those chubby cheeks to be carmine red.

-Ummm… b-bye…- the blonde boy quietly mumble, hearing a final chuckle from the older male before the call was ended.

Turning off the phone Wooyoung softly let it fall upon the delicate mattress; as his dark orbs look out the window, seeing the white Moon shining brightly. He can feel the fast beating of his happy heart against his chest, just like he can feel his cheeks still heating up as Nichkhun’s tone of voice keeps echoing in his mind and making him shiver… but there was something new spreading fast under his skin. It’s not easy to put it in words, because something as intense as feelings hardly can be explained, but this nicely warm sensation running through his body, giving him goosebumps out of nowhere and making him feel Nichkhun is there with him when all he has now is the darkness of his room… Wooyoung thinks this is the sensation of being cherished.

-Uh…- he sighs, lifting his hand to cover the wide smile on his lips. –I’m really too in love…- he murmur, feeling the blush on his face tickling hotter.

Seeing the bright light of another car passing by reflected around his room Wooyoung calmly lies down on his bed; hugging tight one of his pillows while he nuzzles the soft white fabric with his hot cheek as if it was the strong and comfortable chest of his hyung.

-It’s a date, ¿isn’t it?- he wonder in an joyful whisper, as he tries to remember how many times had him dream with a moment like this.

Leaving a long and longing sigh slid from his pouty lips the blonde boy stretch his arm to grab the clock and set the alarm, willing to sleep at least a few minutes before going to his date because he knows his happy heart won’t let him sleep after it. Putting back the clock on the nightstand he lies his head on the comfy pillow, letting his eyes fall off closed slowly as he still can’t erase that wide smile in his mouth…

But just then the bell of his house rings loudly, and his eyes open up immediately.

-¡Mason is here!-

Just like Suk Hyun’s little voice run through the house and hits harshly right into his shock mind.

Abruptly Wooyoung sits in the bed, hearing the noisy sound of the mattress sinking under his weigh as his little black eyes open wide in surprised.

-¿What…?- he mumble unbelieving, not understanding what was happening. 

Catching the mild noises of little steps walking fast along with slower ones Wooyoung jump off his bed; seeing for almost inexistent minutes his reflection in the mirror to check if what he was wearing was, at least, acceptable. Knowing that his dark blue jeans and his green and white shirt will do just fine to see him the blonde boy quickly takes the doorknob… but his hand holds it tightly in nervousness as the distant sound of the front door opening slowly travel all the way to his room, passing through the thick wooden and caressing his ears in a cold murmur which makes him shiver.

-Calm down…- the blonde boy tells himself in a heavy sigh, sensing how the eagerness hurriedly spread along his skin.

But it was too late to calm down. As soon the hot breath left the confines of his mouth his impatience fingers were already turning the cold knob and opening the door; letting his feet to walk down the dim aisle as his hurry heartbeat seem to be echoing between the walls around him. He is starting to get dizzy, because the pounding of his heart was too fast and he already has a dangerous cocktail of nice mixing feelings. His breathing had become a little bit irregular as well, he notices it as he takes those last steps and finally walks out the endless aisle; breathing deeply the cool air of the night as his dark eyes place themselves on the distant image standing at the front door.

 Wooyoung thinks he could cry right now…

 -¡Woodong!- passing through his plugged ears two mellow voices call out his name, and it was just when he felt two little hands tugging on his jeans that his eyes finally looked down at the little boys.

-Hey, buddies…- he greets them softly, afraid that he speaks louder his voice will come out too nervous, placing his slightly trembling hands upon those black and brown locks.

-Woodong you better prepare yourself, ¡we have a lot of games to play!- his baby brother exclaim excited, having Mason nodding in agreement as much excited as him.

-Oh, sorry boys but tonight I can’t play with you.- the blonde boy calmly tell them, trying to act cool as he can feel a pair of sweet brown orbs staring at him from afar.

-¿Why not, Woodong?- Mason wonder innocently curios, looking at him with those sparkling clear eyes.

And Wooyoung feels how his cheeks flush at that question.

-I-I’m going out… with my friends…- he lies, awfully, but he has to do it.

-¿With your friends… or with your girlfriend?- Suk Hyun ask mockingly, looking at him with those little eyes narrow which make him feel so nervous.

-¡Shut up, you punk!- Wooyoung quickly says, hearing the two friends giggles as he ruffles their soft hair before leaving them behind as he walks to the front door where his mom and Nichkhun were talking about something.

And his heart flutter in pure happiness as that warm gaze was ones again place on him.

-¡Hey, hyung!- the blonde boy cheerfully greets, not holding back the wide and joyful smile painting upon his pink lips.

-Wooyoung, ¿where are your models? You have to bow to your elders.- his mother says a little bit upset, forcing his head to bow and messing his hair more of what it was originally.

“Great, now I’m gonna look like a freaking idiot” Wooyoung hiss in his mind, following his mother order and bowing politely to his hyung.

-It’s okay, Mrs. Jang. Wooyoung and I have a great relationship, he doesn’t have to be so polite.- Nichkhun comments calmly, nice and warm as always.

-Oh, ¿it’s that so? ¿Is he such a good dongsaeng?- his mother wonder somewhat curious, but actually Wooyoung knows she doesn’t trust that fact at all and he doesn’t really know why.

Well, he has had some little problems with teachers but teachers are just old, cranky people…

-He is, indeed. The best dongsaeng, to say the true.- Nichkhun answer typically soft and correct, but there is some secret seductive echo in his words which Wooyoung is the only one who could hear it.

He could feel his face heating up quickly as his naïve eyes dare to look at those brown ones, loosing himself in the knowing gaze Nichkhun give him… and if it wasn’t for those little hands tugging his jeans ones again he could’ve probably make something stupid right in front of his mother.

-Woodong, ¿are you sure you can’t play with us tonight?- Suk Hyun wonder a little bit sad, looking up at him with those black, puppy eyes Wooyoung rarely could resist.

-Sorry, buddy but I really can’t.- he apologize ones again, sweetly caressing his baby brother’s cheek.

-But Woodong you always play with us. ¿How are we going to play ‘Hide and seek’ without you?- Mason ask as his little eyebrows curves in a soft frown.

-Ummm… you can play just fine without me.- Wooyoung comment holding back his laugh, because those two take this way too seriously.

-¡But it will be boring!- they whine at the same time, giving him two cute pouty faces which make him feel just a little bit guilty.

-But I always play with you two, tonight I really want to go out with my friends.- he says in a fake whine which sounded slightly mocking in his ears.

The two babies didn’t say anything else to him. They just pout and nod accepting his decision but not sharing it at all. –Come Mason, let’s leave Woodong go out with his girlfriend… he is the one losing all our amazing games.- Suk Hyun says somewhat offend, taking his friend’s hand and walking away to his room.

Upon hearing his baby brother words and his funny tone of voice Wooyoung chuckle softly, making sure Suk Hyun didn’t hear him because even when his brother was still a baby he was pretty strong to be just a 5 years old kid… and the blonde boy doesn’t want to end with scratches all over his face and arms before his so waited date.

-¿Can I ask you where are you going, Wooyoung?- but then his mother wonder, making his blood run cold in his system as his eyes place in those feminine orbs.

Because not going to his date was worse than going with a few scratches.

-Ummm… out with my friends…- he answer, giving her his best cute smile.

-¿With Junho?- she ask like if she knew he was lying, so inquisitor, making him so damn uneasy.

-Yeah, with Junho.- he nod and automatically affirmed, knowing that to his mother Junho was some sort of angel.

And just like that, a sweet smile painted on his mother’s rosy lips.

-Okay, then. But don’t come too late, ¿alight?- she says with a warm concerned in her soft voice.

-¡Okay, okay!- Wooyoung quickly nod to end the subject, grabbing his hyung’s hand to hurriedly get the hell out of there. -¡I’m going with hyung, mom! ¡Bye~!- he cutely exclaim as he drags Nichkhun along with him through the street; almost hearing his mother calling out his name in a funny hiss.

Imagining his mother’s expression the blonde boy just kept walking, forgetting for a moment what was he doing and with whom… till Nichkhun stop, dragging him back and forcing him to stop as well but still holding his hand tightly. Realization hit the young boy hard, and a blush soon was taking over his chubby cheeks; making them bright red under the gentle Moon light. He simply doesn’t know what to say, words just can’t form in his mind as those brown oceans look so warmly at his embarrass self.

They were at night, in the middle of the street, holding hands as they glances say… say more of what Wooyoung’s heart can handle right now.

-S-sorry hyung for dragging you…- he shyly mumble, feeling nervous, anxious and stupid.

-It’s okay, don’t worry.- Nichkhun tells as kind as always, giving him a nice smile which make the blush on his face tickle hotter on his skin. –Come, just get in the car so we can have our dinner.- he says, opening the door of some near car Wooyoung hadn’t seen till now.   

Nodding slow he embarrassedly sits down on the comfortable seat, waiting till Nichkhun turns and enters the car as well. Quickly the engine was roaring and soon the streets lights were flashing one by one as the car moves around Seoul, reflecting themselves on Wooyoung’s black orbs as he nervously look out the window. He was beyond embarrassed at the moment and it wasn’t precisely because he acted like a fool in front of his hyung… but because they finally are together after so long and all what he wants to do its kiss him as soon as possible.

“Oh well, waiting a little longer won’t kill me…” he thinks as he shyly looks back at Nichkhun, seeing his hyung’s handsome profile as the older man drives carefully across the busy streets.

But it was then that Nichkhun place his enchanting brown orbs on him as those plump lips curve up in seductive yet caring smirk, one of those which melt his heart…

…And Wooyoung knew it; the waiting was so going to kill him.

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Soft scents were mixing upon the steamy air of a kitchen, spreading nicely along the room and around the house as the sneaky breeze of the night slid from one open window. Hitting against the hot olive oil in the bottom of the frying pan the spicy and delicate condiments swim across a sea of red, joining with the rest of the ingredients and losing itself between them to add to the preparation a twist of something new in such a classic recipe. The nice bubbling sound of the sauce cooking to a calm fire combine in perfect harmony with the noise of the boiling water announcing it was time to pour the pasta; making anyone who could hear it be anxious to try the finished dish.

But for a certain blonde boy, the dinner was the last of his priorities.

Sitting alone at the table Wooyoung grips the tablecloth tightly under his sweaty hands, hearing the sound of the kitchen echoing distant. His longing onyx eyes were place in Nichkhun’s back, looking with delicate attention how he cooks calmly and with perfect coordination, while inside of his eager body he was slowly dying. Gripping the soft fabric a little harder the young boy bites his bottom lip, trying to still hold back his craving to touch the older male as his whole being was begging him to finally do it… ¿But couldn’t be too invasive?

Getting all lovey-dovey so suddenly when they didn’t even confessed properly it doesn’t sound so good…     

-¿Wooyoung…?- nicely he hears how Nichkhun call out his name, sending warm shivers rolling down his spine.

-¿Y-yes, hyung…?- he answer a little bit startled, cursing himself mentally because of how stupidly nervous his voice sounded.

-Oh, good; you are still there. You are so quiet I thought you were gone.- Nichkhun comments with an attractive amused tone of voice; looking back at him over his broad shoulder.

Feeling his cheeks quickly heating up in a mild blush Wooyoung shakes his head in denial. –¡I-I could never leave!- he rush to tell, making his voice sound too loud for his liking.

-That’s great…- Nichkhun calmly says, giving to him a soft smile before turning his handsome face away. –…because I don’t want you to leave.- he mumble with a hint of sweetness trailing off his lips, so loud and so clear.

And Wooyoung’s heart could not stand it any longer…

-Hyung, ¿c-can I hug you?- before he could even think those words had already slid out of his lips, being push by the strong and warm pounding of his heart.

Realizing what he had just said the blonde boy feels like running away to hide somewhere and never ever see the daylight again; but his heart hold him in place, not letting him scape from such a embarrass situation. The deafening sound of the boiling water and the bubbling sauce was all what it could be heard in the small room, as a mute silent takes over the two of them… making Wooyoung wish the Earth could swallow him up now.

 But then he hears the melodious sound of a gentle chuckle coming from those plump lips, followed it by simple words ringing nicely in Nichkhun’s charming voice.

-Of course you can, Wooyoung. But it has to be a back hug, I don’t want to burn the dinner.-

To the echo of those beautiful words ringing kindly in his incredulous mind Wooyoung blinks a few times, feeling how hard his heart was beating and how hot his face feels at the moment. Nibbling nervously on his bottom lip the blonde boy silently stands up, taking a few uneasy steps across the small kitchen till he finally stands right behind the brown haired man. Sensing how his body trembles calmly in anticipation Wooyoung softly lift his arms, running his shaking hands through Nichkhun’s sides and shyly placing them upon that strong chest. Feeling his chubby cheeks burning in embarrassment he hugs his hyung tightly, burying his bright red face in Nichkhun’s comfortable back as the noisy echo of his powerful heartbeats makes him so stupidly happy.

-I-I missed you, hyung…- the blonde boy manage to mumble, hearing in his voice how nervous and ashamed he feels.   

-I missed you too, Wooyoung…- Nichkhun says, so gentle and sweet; as one of his warm hands lies upon those which were around his chest, caressing the soft skin of his cute dongsaeng.

And Wooyoung feels mild spams of electricity just by that simple touch…

-H-hyung, ¿can I help you with anything?- he rush to ask, not really knowing what to say as the older mal keeps his skin so nicely.

-No, it’s okay. Dinner it’s ready.- he feels how Nichkhun turn off the burners as he kindly rejects his offer.

-Oh, ¡g-great!- the blonde boy exclaims hiding how slightly upset he feels because he has to broke the warm hug and just stand bides him to let Nichkhun move freely.

-¿Are you hungry, Wooyoung?- his hyung wonder while he serves the pasta in a platter of white porcelain, pouring the red sauce on top of it as those brown eyes take a quick glance at him.

Wooyoung just nod as Nichkhun’s question, seeing the older man giving him a small smile before taking the platter and placing it upon the already prepared table. Following his hyung steps the blonde boy sits bides him, watching how Nichkhun serves him a plate of the perfectly made pasta. Taking the first mouthful of the night the blonde boy could feel all the spices exploding deliciously in his palate, mixing with the soft and perfectly cooked pasta, making him crave for keep tasting the amazing dish his hyung had made just for him tonight.

-Wow, hyung… ¡you are so great at cooking!- Wooyoung exclaims amazed as he finish his plate, without realizing he didn’t speak a word, as he looks back at the brown haired man who smiles amused.

-¿Did you like it?- Nichkhun wonders with a kind hint of mockery in his voice, before taking a sip of his glass of lemon soda.

-¡I love it! I didn’t know hyung could cook so well.- the blonde boy comment surprised yet still excited as all those yummy flavors were still hanging in his mouth.

-Well, I’m not a chef but either I’m so bad.- Nichkhun jokes, after finishing his plate as well. -¿Do you want some more, Wooyoung?- he ask then, knowing that surely his dongsaeng will accept.

-¡Yes, please!- Wooyoung cutely answer, almost hearing the soft chuckle of his hyung.

-Okay, but I will give you just a little or you won’t have room for ice-cream.- the brown haired man comment as he was about to serve another portion for the younger boy, but there’s a hand grabbing his arm and stopping him for doing so.

-Wait… ¿there’s ice-cream for desert?- Wooyoung wonder in a low, soft voice; seeing at his hyung with his black eyes shining brightly.

-Yes, I have chocolate and strawberry.-Nichkhun answer calmly, biting back the smirk which was fighting to curve up in his lips as the sight of that cute mouth almost drooling at the mention of the flavors.

-T-then I don’t want more pasta…- the blonde boy mumble barely audible, swallowing hard as all what he wants to eat now it’s that delicious ice-cream waiting for him.

And so Nichkhun chuckle…

-¿Do you want the desert now?- he ask to his adorable dongsaeng, seeing how Wooyoung blush mildly and nods somewhat shy. –Okay…- he says simply, ruffling those golden locks kindly before standing up and picking up the dishes.

-L-let me help you, hyung…- he hears the blonde’s cute voice and he sees his small hands trying to pick up on of the place; but he takes it instead.

–It’s okay, Wooyoung. I will do it. You just sit here and wait for me, ¿yes?- Nichkhun tells him, softly caressing one of those blushed chubby cheeks as Wooyoung nods slowly at his question.

Seeing for a little longer into those tender black seas the brown haired man gives to the younger boy one last smile before walking away to leave everything at the sink and save the leftovers into the fridge, taking the two big bowls of ice-cream out of it in the process. Leaving them in a tray the older male grabs to smaller bowls, putting them along with the other two before taking the tray and carrying it to the table where an impatience Wooyoung was waiting in silent. Sitting down on the chair Nichkhun calmly start to serve the desert, taking sly glances at the cute boy bides him who slowly his pouty lips hungrily.

-Here you have, Wooyoung.- he tells trying to not be too amused by the way those black eyes sparks at the sight of the creamy desert.

-¡Thank you so much, hyung!- the blonde boy exclaims happily, giving him one of those adorable smiles the older man loves to see; before taking one spoonful of the ice-cream.

Nichkhun didn’t say anything else, he just watch amazed how much his dongsaeng loves the freezing cream. Starting to taste the cold desert as well his interested brown eyes fall upon those pink, pouty lips; watching in great detail how the metallic spoon pass through them and lose itself inside that little mouth… slowly getting out that warm cavity with a sneaky tongue the last trace of the melting ice-cream upon the shiny surface.

Uh, suddenly it feels so hot…

-Hyung, ¿can I have some more?- Wooyoung’s mellow voice rings softly into his mind, which takes long to decode those words as the image of that naughty tongue those pink lips seems to bewitch him.

Upon hearing his dongsaeng calling him ones again Nichkhun nods in a hurry, taking Wooyoung’s bowl and serving another round of the young boy’s favorite desert. –Here…- he mumble with a nervous smile, leaving the full bowl in front of the blonde boy.

-¿It’s something wrong, hyung…?- Wooyoung wonders sounding slightly worry, as another spoonful goes to his mouth.

Trying to remain his brown eyes up into those pure black ones Nichkhun shakes his head softly. –No, I just… like to see you earing ice-cream.- he tells, like if it was the most common thing in the world; watching those cute cheeks brightening  up in a carmine red.

-¿W-why do you like that, hyung…?- the blonde boy ask so honestly embarrass, turning his eyes away as he eats a little more of the sweet desert.

-Because… I like everything about you…- Nichkhun confess, his soft yet loud voice making the young boy tremble.

A small, tiny knot of emotions forms automatically in his throat as the blonde boy stop eating his ice-cream, to place those onyx orbs on him which make the older male feels so damn uneasy.

-¿What… does that means…?- Wooyoung mumble slow, with a soft yet careful tone echoing in his words.

To the beating of his jumpy heart hitting fast against his chest Nichkhun takes a deep breath, facing fully the younger boy as what he is about to say it’s the unforgivable truth he had been hiding since two years.

-Wooyoung… ¿do you remember when I told you I don’t miss Victoria because I have my eyes on someone else?- Nichkhun asks, feeling at each second more nervous; seeing his dongsaeng nodding at him. –Well, that someone… it’s you… it has always been you.- he tells, feeling small shivers running though his skin.

And when those adorable dark eyes look at him with the most tender gaze, he couldn’t stop his confession.

-I tried to deny it at first, because it was just so wrong… but my heart had always wanted you… I had always wanted you and I couldn’t keep lying to myself. I accepted the fact that I like you, but it hurt to know you will never feel the same… so fought against it, I tried to ignore it, I wanted it out of me. But my heart could not let you go… and I understood it was because I could not live without you…- Nichkhun mumble slow and calm, looking into those beautiful orbs which make his heart pound even faster.

But the blonde boy just blushes a little brighter, as he bites his pink bottom lip in an act of shyness.

-W-what I’m trying to say… it’s that I like you, Wooyoung. I like you in a way I shouldn’t, I like you in a way it’s wrong but I can’t help it anymore. I won’t fight against it; I’m tired of fighting…- Nichkhun confess straightforward, swallowing that knot of emotions in his throat before saying the last words which show his pure heart.

–I just… I just want to be with you…-

Hearing just the rumbling of his joyful heart Nichkhun sighs heavily, feeling how his body and soul feel lighter now that he finally got to say all what he had been keeping inside jut for him for so long… but then his clear eyes catch the tender image of Wooyoung’s pink lips slowly curving in such a beautiful smile which takes his breath away.

-I… I also like you, hyung. I’ve always like you and… it makes me so happy to know you like me too.- Wooyoung lovely confess, looking at him with that mellow glance it melts the older male heart.

To the adorable echo of those words the brown hair man smiles, kindly cupping one of those red, chubby cheeks. Slowly caressing the warm skin under his fingertips Nichkhun leans closer to Wooyoung, their shining eyes never moving away from one another.

-¿Will you… stay with me forever, Wooyoung?- Nichkhun whisper serious, as his warm breath lose itself in the minimal gap separating their mouths.

And to the wonderful sound of Wooyoung’s last words he closes that gap, joining their anxious lips in a such a waited kiss which shakes their hearts with warm emotions as the strong yearning they had for each other fades away from their burning skins because now they are together.

-Just if you promise you won’t ever let me go…-