Wooyoung doesn’t know how much time had passed since he and Nichkhun sat down on the table to study, because all what he can remember is the exact moment the older man stand up and took the place right beside him to explain in a more comfortable position. In the instant Nichkhun’s soft skin brushed his the time stopped and the blonde boy couldn’t concentrated in other thing which wasn’t Nichkhun’s breathing so close to his ear, in Nichkhun’s sweet perfume invading his senses, in Nichkhun’s nice voice echoing ily on his ears, in Nichkhun’s warm touch making every part of his body anxious…

He was so lost in that wonderland named ‘Nichkhun’…

-Wooyoung-ah, ¿did you get it?- to the sound of his hyung voice calling his name the blonde boy’s dreamy eyes slowly looked up, finding those brown ones waiting an answer.

-¡Ah! ¡Y-yes I get it!- he exclaims nervously, probably a little bit too loud; seeing how Nichkhun smiles nicely to him.

-Then I’m glad…- his hyung says simply, ruffling his blonde locks in a way which it didn’t felt as simple as his hyung’s voice.

But that must be the part of his brain which wasn’t controlling his emotions too well…

-I think we should take a little break, it’s gonna be two hours since we are sitting here.- Nichkhun comment casually, moving his hand away from those blonde locks.

Wooyoung’s black eyes were just about to turn to his left wrist and see if they really had been there for so long when the imagine of Nichkhun stretching his sore muscles automatically made everything else useless. He saw those triceps tense and relax seductively as his hyung throw his arms in the air, just like his hungry eyes didn’t miss the chance to take a little look of his hyung’s abs when that blue shirt lift slightly higher.

Uh, suddenly it was so hot…

-¿Do you want something to drink, Wooyoung ah?- Nichkhun ask gentle as usual, and the blonde boy couldn’t help to blush when his eyes looked up and meet those brown ones in the distant.

 -L-lemonade please, if you have…- he says embarrass, hurrying to place his gaze back to the notebook and stop thinking in certain things.

Because blood will start rushing to his lower part and he doesn’t know how he will explain it if Nichkhun finds out.

-¡Of course I have lemonade! Mason loves it.- he hears his hyung comment, sounding so sweet and nice that he almost felt guilty for having such things in his mind.

Almost because he doesn’t see anything wrong about that.

-I-I know, Suk Hyun also loves it. When Mason comes home the three of us always made some…- Wooyoung tells softly, trying to calm down as he look all those numbers and formulas on his notebook.

But any attempt to relax and loose some tension –any kind of tension- it’s frustrated by the only action of Nichkhun sitting back beside him and kindly placing a glass full of lemonade upon the table. He shiver just by the mare sensation of having him close, just by the way his intoxicate manly perfume mix with the scent of acid lemon and sugar… just by the feeling of those eyes waiting for him to look up.

He was more than lost… he doesn’t even have hopes to someday stop feeling that.

-I’m glad that I can help you, Wooyoung-ah.- Nichkhun’s gentle voice hits him like a warm water raining over him, forcing that stupid blush on his cheek be even more red.

-Ah, n-no… I’m glad that hyung can help me.- Wooyoung mumble ashamed, hatting the way his voice sound so damn nervous. –H-hyung is really busy and still you worry to help me out…- he comment, lifting his shy gaze to meet with that nice brown one.

And in the moment he saw that smile Nichkhun was giving him, his heart was flood with a burning warmness.

-I would be a bad hyung if I don’t worry for my favorite dongsaeng, ¿wouldn’t I?- Nichkhun says, so soft and honest that Wooyoung felt his heart melting.

-¡H-hyung, don’t say embarrassing things!- Wooyoung exclaim sincerely embarrass, knowing that his face must be as red as the center of the Sun.

But he hears how his hyung laugh, sweet and harmoniously. –I’m sorry, but you are so cute when you are embarrass Wooyoung-ah.- and he hears those words, making him feel stupidly happy.

-¡H-hyung!- the blonde boy whines, watching how the older man just smiles at him. -¿C-can we change the subject, please?- he ask as he fake a sulking pout, gabbing the glass full with lemonade and taking a sip of the sweet drink.

-Sure we can, ¿what do you want to talk about Wooyoung-ah?- Nichkhun ask kindly, looking back at him straight into his nervous black ones.

He choked a little with the lemonade at that question but mostly because of the way Nichkhun was looking at him. –W-well… I-I don’t know…- he stutters uneasy, having a lot of things flashing in his surprised mind.

-It can be anything, Wooyoung-ah.- his hyung says simply, yet still as nice as always.

Wooyoung look at him for a moment in silent, wondering if he asks something personal maybe Nichkhun would take it bad. He really wants to get to know the older man better… ¿but wouldn’t be too invasive to ask how he feels about his girlfriend who is never around?

Not that he wants to talk about that woman, but the curiosity to know what Nichkhun feels for her pinch every corner of his mind and heart on daily basis.

-Uh… ¿w-when did you found out you like drawing so much?- but that was the question which slid from his lips before anything else more interesting would come to his mind.

-Well, if I’m not mistaken it was when I was in high school.- Nichkhun says thoughtful. –I’ve always make random draws when I got bored in classes and my best friend, Jay, said I was amazingly good. Actually, he was the one who pushed me to go to drawing school.- he comment, getting a smile paint all over his face.

-¿Your best friend…? ¿Does he knows about drawing?- Wooyoung wonder curios, taking another sip of the sweet lemonade on his hands.

-Nothing. But he is from America and he loves the street arts from there; he was always saying I should take a can and make graffiti around Seoul.- the older man tells with a nice chuckle at the end of his words, surely remembering those old times.

-Oh… H-he wouldn’t have thought you would end writing children books, hyung.- he comment trying to sound with good humor, but he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous because of that person.

Great, now he was having pointless jealousy because of a best friend.

-He did laughed when I told him I got that job, but luckily he hadn't seem them or trust me he will be all day laughing in my face.- Nichkhun says with an amused sigh leaving his lips, making the blonde boy even more curios.

-¿What do you mean he hadn’t see them?- he ask confuse, wondering if that person was rude or just wasn’t a really good best friend.

But judging by the why Nichkhun’s eyes suddenly impregnated with sorrow, Wooyoung knows it’s because of something else.

-He lives in the States. He leave before our last year of high school started…- Nichkhun mumbles somewhat sad and nostalgic, making the young boy feel a major rush to hug him.

And Wooyoung would have done it if Nichkhun hadn’t said those words after. -… and that’s when I met Victoria.-

The warmness which was burning his cheeks and body was razed instantly by the cruel coldness those words bring with it. From his head to his feet every inch of his skin was freezing and of the heat which just a while ago was burning inside him there’s not even the memory of it.

And his heart had suddenly gone numb…

-I’m actually shy and I don’t open up to people easily, that’s why Jay was my only friend back on high school. So when he left I was all alone… till Victoria come.- Nichkhun keeps talking, but Wooyoung doesn’t think he will be able to hear anything of that.

He doesn’t think he will be able to stand how much he wants to cry right now…

-We were friends at first, but then I slowly started to feel something more. She supported me with my drawing as much as Jay, so I think there was when I thought I really want to do this to live.- Nichkhun finish his words with a soft smile, looking defectively  into the blonde boy’s eyes that Wooyoung thought he was doing it on purpose.

¿Can’t Nichkhun see how he is breaking inside?

 He didn’t could keep looking into those sweet orbs –not when Nichkhun was talking about the woman he loves- and so his sadden eyes turn away.

–Y-you must miss her a lot…- Wooyoung says low, trying to fight against those rebel tears which wants to roll down his cold cheeks.

He doesn’t want to talk about that, he rather confess and be rejected than talk about her, but there’s not good way to get out of this now.

He has to suffer, slowly and in strict silent.

-Not really…-

But when Nichkhun spoke again, when he said that in a loud and honest voice which shake Wooyoung’s numb heart, his black eyes quickly search for those brown ones… meeting them in the small distant shining strongly as Wooyoung has never saw them.

-¿Y-you don’t…?- he mumbles with his tremble voice, thinking that maybe he misheard and his crazy love-sick mind was playing evil games with him again.

Nichkhun only shake his head slowly, and that’s all what it take to make his heart jump alive.

-She is the mother of my son… But I have my eyes on someone else.- but it were Nichkhun’s words and confidence voice which make his heart race and fill with hope one more time.

Wooyoung really thought his ears were fooling him at that moment. –H-hyung…- was all what he could whispers, feeling how his cheeks had become warm again.

-¿Why are you blushing, Wooyoung-ah…?- Nichkhun murmur almost audible, looking directly into his dark eyes.

He feels those soft fingertips ghosting over the hot skin of his face, and sees that handsome face getting dangerously closer at each second which pass.

-¿Why are you crying, Wooyoung-ah…?- Nichkhun ask low, just a soft caress to his ears, as the young boy feels the burning touch of that hand cupping his soaked cheek.

-H-hyung…- Wooyoung whispers weakly, hearing just the loud beating of his heart while his eyes couldn’t turn away from those enchanting brown ones.

Nichkhun didn’t say anything; he just got closer and closer, till the point Wooyoung could feel their breathings clashing nicely. He could feel the older boy’s warm breathe tickling his anxious lips, he could feel the older boy pulling him closer till their noses brushed making him shiver in nervousness and impatience.

He wants it, he wants it now…

-Wooyoung…-

He shiver at the at simple sound of his name said in such a sensual tone before their uppers lips brush slightly, feeling electricity running down his spine just by such a small touch…

…Just like his whole being tremble alarmed when the sound of his cellphone broke with the silent of the house and with the dreamed moment they had.

Scared Wooyoung pull away quickly, jumping off the chair without saying a single thing or even looking at the older man before rushing back to the living room where he had left his backpack.

-¡¿H-hello…?!- he pick it up, greeting the other person a little bit too loud. -¡Ah! ¡Yes, I’m on my way!- he immediately answer without thinking, ending the phone call as well as the person on the other side of the line.

A long, heavy sigh slid out his tremble lips at that, feeling chills after chills running in his body at the memory of what he almost did moments ago in that kitchen. ¿Was he out of his mind? ¿Or he simply was stupid?

“I’m in love, I don’t reason very well” he tells to himself as he brush away those tiny tears which were still on his eyes, wondering how in hell is he going to face his hyung now.

-¿Was it an important call, Wooyoung-ah?- but when he hears Nichkhun asking behind his back, Wooyoung’s body suddenly felt rigid as rock.

He slowly turns around, finding the older man standing there with his deep brown eyes looking defectively at him. -H-hyung… I-I have to go…- he says surprised and ashamed, feeling his face heating up a little more.

The brown hair man just raises his eyebrows. -¿Did something happened?- he ask then slightly worried, surprising the blonde boy even more.

Did he almost kiss Nichkhun… ¿or it was just his insane imagination?

-Hyung… t-there’s something I didn’t tell you…- Wooyoung says shyly, feeling his whole body burning in embarrassment not only because of what almost happened but also because of what he will tell to Nichkhun.

That other secret he didn’t wanted to tell to Nichkhun under any circumstances…

¡Damn you, Ok Taecyeon!