-Thank you for texting me, Wooyoung-ah. Now I can sleep peacefully. Have a good night.-

Imagining Nichkhun’s sweet smile as he wrote that massage Wooyoung can’t help but smile as well. To the feeling of warm waves spreading along his skin at each time he reads those words a deep, soft sigh pass through his pink, pouty lips; having a major urge to be in his hyung’s protective and comfortable hug ones again.

 But the loud noise of a metallic tray hitting harshly against the wooden bar startled him a little, breaking the sweet dreamy feeling he was having.

-¿Can you stop doing that? I hate that stupid look on your face…- someone says, slightly cold yet particularly bothering.

Knowing who it was already Wooyoung sighs one more time, lifting his black eyes to meet with sharp, little ones which stare at him clearly displease… He doesn’t really understand why, but Junho had been acting like this too much lately.  He still remembers that night when Nichkhun come to the bar with him, Junho was so mad just like right now.

-¡Hey Nuneo!- even so he smiles, greeting his friend with a hint of cuteness to ease the younger boy’s angriness.

But all what he got from Junho was a hard gaze, not a single word answered his greeting. Feeling how his heart hurts for being ignored by one of his best friend Wooyoung watch how Junho sits in the stool next to him, crossing his arms above his chest and frowning deeply as his tiny black eyes look in front but never back at Wooyoung.

He doesn’t know why, but he has the strong sensation Junho it’s really mad at him…

-Junho…- Wooyoung calls weakly, placing his afraid orbs in his friend’s annoyed features. -¿Why are you so… angry with me…?- he asks, slow and careful; feeling suddenly a little sad.

The red hair waiter just purse his plump lips for a short moment, like if he was holding back something. –I’m not angry with you…- he says, his voice sounding low and deep.

-Don’t lie to me, Junho… I know you way too well…- Wooyoung warns, feeling his heart hurting because this is big… Junho had never lied to him.

The distant sound of glasses and people walking around was all what it could be heard in the silent between them, making the blonde boy impatience and somewhat mad as well. ¿Why was Junho being like this? ¿And what had him possibly done to make his younger friend so angry? The worst part it’s that Junho won’t say a thing unless Wooyoung push him to the limit…

And Wooyoung is not so sure if that’s the best thing to do…

-It has nothing to do with you…- Junho says then, his soft voice sounding so clearly dark.

-It has to do with me and with me only, ¿right?- Wooyoung states sure. –Junho you are my friend, ¡I know when you are angry with me!- he hiss annoyed, feeling desperate for the whole incredible situation.

To the echo those last words hanging in the air embracing them Junho stares coldly at Wooyoung’s black eyes; saying something that felt like millions of tiny little daggers encrusting right into the blonde boy’s shaking heart.

-¿You being my friend…? I cannot think in something more impossible…-

Flashes of all the moments they shared light up Wooyoung’s astonish mind after those cruel words hit right into his ears, as the sound of his heart shrinking in disillusion mix with the murmur of Junho walking away… ¿Was it all a lie? Every laugh, every hug, every encouraging word, every tear, every bad moment they pass through together ¿was all that nothing more than evil lie? Every told secret in special nights, every knowing smile when they defend each other… all the trust, all the affection Junho had showed all this years ¿was all that just faked?

¿Did he ever meant something to Junho…?

Fighting back those tiny tears rushing to the edge of his darken eyes Wooyoung stands up, quickly following Junho’s steps across one long hall, passing by the chaotic kitchen and the transited toilets; finally reaching out that distant door, the one which leads to the small alley of the bar where the two of them use to talk in their breaks. Gripping tightly the knob Wooyoung opens the door hurriedly, closing it behind his back with a loud slam that echoes noisily around the tiny and silent alley.

-Junho…- seeing the younger boy’s back Wooyoung calls his name, not even seeing him tremble by his serious tone of voice.

-Go away…- it’s all what Junho mumble cold and harsh, barely breaking the calmness of the night.

 And that was the dead end for Wooyoung’s patience.

-¡¿What the do you mean with ‘go away’?! ¡You say some important ¿and you think I won’t do anything?!- he explode, shouting out his uneasy heart.

But the waiter stays still, without even having the decency to look back at him.

–Just go away…- Junho hiss this time, his deep voice sounding loud with anger in the quietness of the evening.

-¡I won’t go away till you have the balls to tell me what the is going on!- Wooyoung exclaims mad, feeling his lungs burning and his heart breaking at each word.

And even so Junho remains silent, keeping the true for himself and driving the blonde boy crazy in desperation… ¿How can everything end just like this?

Like if had never existed…

Every single one of his memories with Junho flows back in his mind just like those warm tears flows from his dull eyes; rolling down his pale cheeks, joining in his chin and silently dying when they crush against the hard floor… exactly like his heart.

-Damn, Junho…- Wooyoung hiss in a weak murmur. -¿What did I do wrong? Tell me and I will fix it… but please… p-please don’t be like this…-he beg, hearing his shaking voice mixing with the breeze of the night blowing softly.

Upon seeing Junho’s black locks being tousle by the kind wind and just having a killing silent answering him Wooyoung whimpers loudly, feeling a strong pain in his chest making it hard to breathe. “He doesn’t care about me…” he thinks in sorrow, only making his tears flow even more down his reddens eyes.

-J-Junho please… ¿D-Do I mean anything to you…?- Wooyoung whisper softly as his heartbroken orbs close slowly, waiting the final shot.

But what it came next wasn’t what he was expecting…

A strong, warm body press hard against him, pinning him in the door behind his back. Big hands settle kindly in his waist, holding him in place as plump, soft lips lock softly with his own in a sudden and unthinkable kiss. To the sweet and slightly shy brush of their mouths Wooyoung’s black eyes open wide, seeing Junho’s calm face right in front of him; those little eyes closed tight in delight. His shocked mind was turning blank, his tears dried instantly and his heart seemed to stop beating for a tiny fraction of a second…

¿What was happening…?

-This is why I can’t be your friend… you mean everything to me… I love you, Wooyoung…- Junho says slowly, every word ringing loud with honest yearning.

Seeing into those black eyes the sincerity he had just heard Wooyoung blinks dizzy, suddenly feeling so lost. Hearing the nice murmur of the breeze blowing one more time around them it takes him a few long seconds to understand what those words mean… ¿But how it be?  His somewhat scary and sometimes lovely Junho loves him… his best friend loves him. 

He is sure, he hadn’t misheard…

-You… ¿what…?- Wooyoung murmur confuse, his incredulous eyes never leaving those tiny black ones.

-I’m sorry…- Junho whispers. –I know I’m ruining everything… but that’s how I feel.- he says without a hint of doubt in his voice and any regret in his gaze.

-Junho, I… I didn’t… I could’ve never… I had no idea…- Wooyoung mumble stumbling with his words, feeling still so shocked and… incredible.

Junho chuckles softly then, somewhat bittersweet. –I know you don’t feel the same… but… ¿can’t you give me a chance, Young?- he asks carefully, his deep voice ringing serious.

Wooyoung’s teeth sink nervously in his bottom lip at that question, hearing the rumbling of his fearful heart. –Junho… y-you know I… I love Nichkhun…- he whispers nervously, feeling his cheeks heating up in a mild blush.

-Yeah, I know… but I also know, just like you, that he doesn’t love you… that he will never do it…- Junho comment, somewhat harsh for the blonde boy’s likes.

-Ummm…- was all what Wooyoung could say at the moment, because his heart was slowly turning cold and heavy.

He has always know the truth… even when his hope sometimes overshadowed it.

Those big hands slowly lift up cupping his cheeks, making their eyes look at each other and each other only.

-Then you can give me a chance. I do love you, Wooyoung… and I can make you love me…- Junho says confident, making it sound so easy.

Wooyoung’s afraid fingers carefully close around those warm hands, looking into those dark tiny eyes as his own slowly fill with tears ones again. -Junho… I-I can’t…- he whispers weakly, holding back his sobbing.

-¿What do you mean you can’t? ¡Of course you can! Wooyoung, have to see the reality.- Junho exclaims softly, yet his voice hided a hit of impatience.

-It’s not because of that… I-I know Nichkhun will never… feel the same but… I don’t want to hurt you…- Wooyoung mumble slow, seeing those tiny black eyes getting darker in angriness.

-If you give me a chance and then leave me, I will be hurt; and if you don’t give I chance I will also be hurt… You can’t help it, Wooyoung; you will hurt me either way. So please give me a chance…- Junho begs with his deep voice ringing slightly desperate.

Upon hearing his best friend’s words Wooyoung thinks this must be a nightmare, this has to be a nightmare and he wish he will wake up in any minute. This just can’t be happening… but Junho’s eyes staring intensely at him are so serious, Junho’s body feels so warm that his skin can barely feel the cool touch of the night, Junho’s voice sounds so honest that makes his heart ache, and that kiss, which still tickles his lips, felt more real than himself.  

¿How did it come to this…?

-Junho… I can’t do that…- words trail off his lips heavily, as his shaking hands gently pull those big ones away from his face. –I love Nichkhun, I can’t replace him… not you with you, or with anyone…- he mumble nervous, looking into those sharp asking for forgiven in silent.

But when he saw Junho’s eyes consumed but hate he knew he will never be forgiven…

Wooyoung wasn’t expecting for Junho to take it nicely, he only wants Junho understand his feelings; but the way those big hands yank harshly away from his weak grip and that nasty look paircing his soul says it everything… Just like Junho’s last words before walking away and vanish between the darkness of the alley completed to shatter his unstable heart.

-Then don’t talk to me never again…-