It was quite curios if you ask Wooyoung…

His dreamy black eyes couldn’t move away from the pretty Moon in the night’s sky, just like he couldn’t help sigh after sigh to slide off his tremble lips… He was nervous, he was more than nervous –almost hyperventilating- because he was just a few blocks away from one of the most waited moments of his short life. His hands are sweating, his heart is racing at every inch the car gets closer and his mind can’t stop thinking in stupid things which won’t happen, not tonight and sadly, never.         

Because Nichkhun will just teach him math and not kiss him and touch him all over ¿right?

“Ah, I’m so lost…” Wooyoung thinks afflicted, letting another long, heavy sigh pass through his anxious lips.

-Son, ¿it is something wrong? You don’t stop sighing.-  his dad ask beside him on the car, sounding worry yet very tired.

-No, dad. ¡Everything is fine!- he answer with his characteristic easy-going tone, trying to not let his dad suspected anything about what happens in his mental mind and heart.

-¿Then why do keep sighing? It seems something bothers you.- his dad comment, still overprotectively concerned for the blonde’s liking.

Turning his eyes away from the round Moon and placing them on the floor under his shoes Wooyoung can feel a soft blush tickling on his cheeks at how obvious he was about what he feels… ¿can he get any more idiotic? Seriously…

-Well… I-I’m nervous… I don’t want to… trouble hyung…- he lies, as good as his freaking shaking voice let him.

He feels clearly how the car slowly stops, surely for some red light, and then his father’s words kindly reach his ears saying something it makes him blush even redder. – Your hyung is a gentle person, Wooyoung. I’m sure he is more than glad to help his dongsaeng.-

 -Y-yes, dad. He is really gentle…- Wooyoung mumble softly, hiding the sweetness he feels to the memory of Nichkhun’s kindness.

But then his dad says something more, something that pierced his jumping heart a little and makes it aches cruelly cold. –And I’m really glad you have an older friend from who you can learn a lot.-

The truth always hurt more when someone else tells it right in front of your hopeful face…

The cars moves ones again to Wooyoung’s misfortune, and at the same time his chubby cheeks feel suddenly cold just like his heart feels empty and alone.

-Yeah… I’m glad for that too…- he murmur in a faked content tone, feeling a strong rush of crying invading his whole pitiful self.

It’s not like he was denying the obvious, but sometimes dreams seems to be so real…

Like if it had happened just the day before, Wooyoung remembers clearly how he felt two years ago when he met Nichkhun: in the moment the wooden door flew opened and their eyes found each other something shake his heart violently. It was a feeling he had never felt before, so odd and new, just like the sensation of his face heating up because of the older man’s kindness and just like the way his lips couldn’t keep calm and always end up curving up in such a stupid cute smile because of the older man’s sweet look in his brown eyes.

That was the father of his little brother’s best friend. A 23 years old man, 6 years older than him, his heart and body shouldn’t react like that for someone who not only he had just met but who also was a man of family... ¿Why nothing about that sound terrible wrong to his heart which keeps beating like if it hasn’t beat in years?

After two long years, innumerable feelings shaking his jumping heart and delusional dreams haunting his mind Wooyoung is still trying to know why…

-Son, we are here…- his father says calm and soft, parking the car right in front of a house which is so familiar to him.

“¡Oh, crap!” Wooyoung shouts loud in his mind, feeling that damn blush tickling hotter on his face and hearing the maddening beating of his heart racing in less than a millisecond. 

-¡T-thanks, dad!- was all what he could manage to speak as his eyes finally lift up to look at his father’s tired black orbs. -¡I’ll catch a cab on my way back home, so you should go to sleep now!- he rush to add before his old man ask the obvious, giving him a comforting smile he knows his dad won’t rejected.

-You are always so considerate, Wooyoung.- his father comment, smiling tired yet still warmly as usual.

The blonde boy only nods and smiles wider, taking his backpack full of his math book and notebook he quickly get out the car and wave to his father before the old man starts his way back at home.  Feeling chills running down his back Wooyoung’s turns around, swallowing hard with nervousness as he slowly takes trembling steps till he finally reach that front door… He had been so many times in that same place but never in these past two years had he felt so damn nervous like right now.

Taking a deep, long breathe he finds some courage to lift his arm and finally ring the bell; hearing the familiar sound echoing in the inside of the big house and also hearing his own breathing becoming faster and heavy. His hands were sweating a river and his heart was beating so fast and loud that not only it hurts but also makes him dizzy and even more uneasy… ¡¿Why was he so freaking nervous?!

Uh, that was something really dumb to ask…

-¡Oh! Wooyoung-ah you are here.- but before he could even prepare a little more for the massive heart attack Nichkhun had already opened the door and it was greeting him with that nice smile and beautiful, sweet orbs look defectively at his nervous ones.

Wooyoung feels how his whole face burns embarrass at that moment and he feels how it hurts the way his heart is beating so frenetically fast against his chest; that surely was the oh so waited heart attack.

-¡G-good night hyung!- he exclaims, maybe a little bit too loud, as he bows deeply as he never did with Nichkhun.

The blonde boy hears his older friend chuckle soft yet nicely, making him even more nervous… like if he wasn’t enough nervous already.

-¿It is something wrong, Wooyoung-ah?- Nichkhun wonders, sounding somewhat amused and pretty much seductive in the younger boy’s ears.

-¡Ah! ¡No, not at all!- Wooyoung rush to deny, lifting his ashamed and uneasy gaze to look up again into those warm brown eyes which always are so sweet to look at him.

-¿Are you sure?- Nichkhun frowns slightly doubtful. -¿Don’t you have a fever?- he ask concern, raising his arm and kindly placing his hand on the younger boy’s forehead.

Automatically Wooyoung feels a rush of electricity running through his whole body again, just like the day before in the ice-cream parlor, only by the mare brush of their skins. The sensation was soft, but strong enough to push him to do what he can only dare to do in dreams.

It needs all his willpower to hold himself back and keep being a good dongsaeng like everybody thinks he is.

-¡Hyung, I’m fine!- he says in his most faked carefree tone, feeling another electric discharge when he nicely push that big, warm hands away from his forehead.

-Well, if you say so…- Nichkhun comment somewhat doubtful, yet still quite amused. –Please, come inside…- he invited, moving aside and letting his dongsaeng entered the place.

Wooyoung only nodded quickly and took that short step between the cool night and the warmness of his hyung’s home. He hears the soft ‘click’ of the door being closed, and then he just follow the older boy to the kitchen; secretly enjoying the delicious scent of Nichkhun filling every single corner of that house. Everything inside there smells like Nichkhun, and that’s one of the reasons why Wooyoung can’t wait to bring Suk Hyun to play with Mason when the Sun was falling down.

-I hope you don’t mind to study in the kitchen, my office it’s pretty messy right now…- Nichkhun tells as they arrived to the small but comfy room, sound surprisingly ashamed on the blonde boy’s opinion.

-¡O-of course not!- Wooyoung exclaims with all honesty, watching the last seconds of that rare event as his hyung’s handsome features change to a gentle smile.

-Okay, ¿let’s start?- the brown hair man ask slightly cheerful, placing his hands on the wooden surface of the table; showing of his toned muscles and letting that smile curve up a little more in a grin which looks pretty much seductive in the blonde boy’s opinion.

To the feeling of his mouth going dry in a second Wooyoung swallows and nods, taking the seat in front of the older man as his darken black eyes didn’t miss any movement of Nichkhun’s body. He already can feel every inch of his skin burning and something more than sweet love emerging from the deep of his suddenly hot anatomy.

Oh, damn. He knows it will be so hard to keep on holding back from tonight on…