Hey guyssss!! HAPPY NEW YEARRRR!!! WE SURVIVED 2012!! THE WORLD DIDN'T END!! Well. That might not actually be such a great thing after all... (I'm starting school tomorrow, and I have the back-to-school blues) Anywayyyyy...Here's the new year update for this fic xD! Enjoyyyy... <333 Please subscribe, comment and vote (that little grey arrow in the foreword guyssss) xD

"Mommy?" Youngmi turned to her mother after Myungsoo and Sungyeol deposited the sleepy child in the waiting woman's arms.

"Mmm?" Her mother smoothed down the little kid's hair and smiled apologeticlly at the two boys, mouthing a quick 'was she trouble?' at them. Both boys shook their heads.

"Myungyeol!" She pointed in the general direction of Myungsoo and Sungyeol, and cried excitedly to her mother, trying to share the delight she felt at coupling the two boys together. Myungsoo and Sungyeol shifted uncomfortably and avoided eye contact with each other. In the space of time between travelling from the ice-skating rink, and stopping for a quick drink at a coffee shop after the two hours they'd rented the skates ran out, Youngmi had repeated the word 'Myungyeol' about a hundred times.

Sungyeol's aunt looked in the direction Youngmi was pointing, and smiled at Myungsoo. She cuddled her daughter, and turned her around so that they faced the boys.

"No dear, his name is Myungsoo. Say that with me...Myungsoo." The woman gestured to Myungsoo, and looked down at her child, who was now shaking her head. She pointed at the boys again, and insisted.

"Myungyeol."

Her mother still didn't get it, so Youngmi, cheeks puffed up in exasperation, spoke slower so that her mother would understand her joy.

"Myung..." Youngmi pointed at Myungsoo, then moved her finger slowly to the right, so that it pointed at Sungyeol. Her mother's eyes followed. "Yeol..." She finished, looking up at her parent expectantly.

"Myungyeol?" Her mother echoed, then seemed to understand.

"Ohh," She grinned at Sungyeol, "you didn't tell me you were together..."

Sungyeol shifted uncomfortably at the statement.

"That's because we're not." Sungyeol scratched his head, "And I have absolutely no idea just how she came up with the word..." He finished with a tense chuckle.

"Oh." His aunt, which did nothing to alleviate the awkwardness.

"Well, we'll be going now--I have to get dinner sorted out, and put Youngmi to bed..." She trailed off, grinning at Myungsoo and Sungyeol. "Thanks so much for taking care of Youngmi. She seems to have had alot of fun..." She was about to turn around, but Youngmi caught hold of her sleeve.

"Mommy? Can I hug Sungyeol oppa and Myungsoo oppa first?" She reached her little arms out for them, and warmth seemed to fizz in Myungsoo's stomach. Aww. Too cute.

One by one, the two boys stepped forward to recieve Youngmi's hug, and Sungyeol couldn't help but smile, the way Youngmi's small arms squeezed themselves around his neck. She gave them each a sloppy kiss on their cheeks, then fell back into her mother's embrace, satisfied with her work.

"Sungyeol oppa, are you going to marry Myungsoo oppa?" She asked sleepily, rubbing one eye.

Sungyeol's head snapped in Myungsoo's direction, then turned back to Youngmi. "NO!" He said, too quickly, and with more force than neccessary.

Youngmi smiled as bright as she could, almost half-asleep.

"Then can I marry him when I grow up?" She asked , eyes half closed.

"NO!" Sungyeol replied too quickly, and the two onlookers of the conversation looked at Sungyeol curiously. He realised a few moments too late, and hastened to cover up his reaction, give a suitable explaination for his startling response. "It's just that Myungsoo's way too old for you, and marrying you would make him a e. And..." Sungyeol paused for a while. "...And we wouldn't want that, would we?" Sungyeol looked at Myungsoo for support, but the guy just pretended not to notice. Sungyeol mentally facepalmed.

When his aunt and Youngmi finally left, Sungyeol found himself uncharacteristically tired out.

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"Why don't you come over to my place? It's near here, and you could wear some of my clothes..." Sungyeol looked up from his book and caught sight of Myungsoo picking uncomfortably at his wet shirt and pants. They'd gotten soggy from the many times Myungsoo had fallen over on the ice.

"Thanks, Sungyeol." Myungsoo heaved a sigh of relief, and tried to sit more comfortably on the plastic seat on the train. The public transport system in Seoul was amazingly efficient and useful, but never all that comfortable. Myungsoo gave up on trying to get comfy, and decided to distract himself from the cold clamminess instead. He glanced over at Sungyeol.

"What book are you reading?" Myungsoo considered the object with interest (because it was just about the most interesting thing on the train at the moment, apart from the old woman blowing bubbles of spit in her sleep across the aisle from them. But that was kind of disturbing, and Myungsoo didn't have a erse fascination for that kinda stuff). The hardcover book's book jacket was missing, and the cover of the book was dark red and tattered. In short, it looked old and rather well-read.

"Favourite collection of fairytales." Sungyeol didn't even look up.

"Fairytales?!" Myungsoo scoffed. "Why're you even reading the stuff? You're eighteen, for pete's sake."

Sungyeol didn't bat an eyelash. "I like happy endings." He finally looked up.

"Do you believe in happy endings?" Sungyeol's question was quite ridiculous, but the boy's eyes looked so serious suddenly, that Myungsoo couldn't help but take him seriously. Myungsoo thought about the way it'd hurt so bad, when his ex-best friend had walked out on him, thereby ending their friendship. Myungsoo thought about the way he'd have to leave Sungyeol in another one and a half months or so, when his life came to an end. Myungsoo blinked once, and shook his head slowly.

"No." His voice was low, and defensive, and he didn't know why.

Sungyeol looked perplexed, as if that wasn't the answer he'd been waiting for. Sungyeol placed the book carefully in his lap, then gripped Myungsoo's shoulders, and turned the boy to face him. Sungyeol's wide eyes were desperate, searching Myungsoo's face.

"Why?" Sungyeol's voice was an intense whisper, and Myungsoo was glad their train carriage was empty except from them and the sleeping old lady. "Why not...?" Sungyeol asked again, and Myungsoo pushed him away.

"I just don't." Myungsoo frowned. "Look," he drew a deep breath, "Can we just talk about something different?"

But then the female voice-over on the train informed them that they'd arrived at their stop, and the train came to a halt, and the doors opened, and they didn't say anything on the walk to Sungyeol's house.

"Come on in," Sungyeol said at last, holding open the door to the modest two-storey house he called his home. Myungsoo followed Sungyeol into the kitchen. He looked around, and imagined Sungyeol living here on a daily basis. It wasn't that hard actually--inside the house was just about as eccentric as Sungyeol was. Myungsoo made his way around a bike leaning against the kitchen counter, stepped over a small fishtank on the floor housing two hamsters, and picked his was across a huge toy stuffed elephant and a pile of used hairspray cans, to stand beside Sungyeol.

Humming to himself, Sungyeol gently nudged a tennis racket ("My brother probably just came back from practice") out of the way, and placed two cups on the kitchen table. He stuck his head in the fridge, then looked over his shoulder at Myungsoo.

"You can go to my room if you like..." Sungyeol offered generously, seeing Myungsoo fidget with his hands, unsure of what to do or say. "The first room on the right upstairs," He added, as Myungsoo turned towards the staircase partially covered in christmas decor.

"Oh."

Myungsoo stopped and looked questioningly at Sungyeol.

"Just be sure not to go into my brother's room. Because he'll scream hysterically and then try to kill you." Sungyeol said with a straight face. Myungsoo just stared.

"Kidding!" Sungyeol laughed, and slapped his thighs, and looked pleased with himself, and Myungsoo rolled his eyes.

After wading through tons of glittering baubles, wreaths and various other festive decorations, Myungsoo reached Sungyeol's room (he stayed well away from the other rooms, just in case Sungyeol hadn't been joking. Myungsoo didn't want to take any risks). Myungsoo blinked.

Sungyeol's room looked sort of out of place in that house. For one, it was neat. There wasn't anything out of place cluttering up the area. All that it contained, was a bed (that was neatly made, Myungsoo noticed, and felt ashamed as he remembered his own messy sheets), a cupboard, and a desk with neat sheafs of paper piled up (once again, Myungsoo's messy study table was an embarrassment). A rectangular red rug completed the room's furnishings.

"So..." Sungyeol looked at Myungsoo expectantly when he came up a few moments later, precariously balancing two cups of orange juice in his hands.

Myungsoo smiled awkwardly. "Your room's...nice..." he trailed off, not really knowing what people said when they visited their best friend's house for the first time.

Sungyeol laughed, eyes creasing up, as Myungsoo looked on in fascination. "I leave most of my stuff downstairs, so my room's practically empty." He opened his cupboard (his clothes were all neatly folded in piles too, to the amazement of Myungsoo), and passed Myungsoo a clean set of clothes.

"Here. This is what you came for..." Sungyeol grinned at Myungsoo. Myungsoo smiled, and shook his head.

Because that wasn't what he came here for. He came here because Sungyeol was here, and he enjoyed being with Sungyeol. But there was no way in hell he'd actually say that to Sungyeol, so he just kept quiet, and went to the adjoining bathroom to get changed.

"Just toss out your clothes." Sungyeol said on the other side of the door, "I'll hang them up, so they'll dry faster."

"'Kay..."

Myungsoo took off his shirt, jeans, passed them to Sungyeol's waiting hands (Myungsoo opened the door a crack, and squeezed the clothes through the gap, all the while hiding behind the door). And then realised that Sungyeol had only passed him a huge shirt (Myungsoo only just appreciated how long Sungyeol was). Myungsoo cursed softly.

"Sungyeol?" Myungsoo opened the door a crack again.

No response.

"Sungyeol!" Myungsoo tried again.

No response.

Myungsoo stuck his head around the door warily, careful to hide the rest of his body behind the door still. The room was empty. Perhaps Sungyeol had gone downstairs to hang up his clothes, Myungsoo realised belatedly. He sighed. Opened the door a little wider and stepped out to get a pair of pants from the cupboard. Just in case anyone came in before he'd gotten the pants on, Myungsoo tugged at the hem of the shirt so that it covered all the way down to the middle of his thighs. Feeling more secure, Myungsoo ventured even further away from the bathroom, into the middle of the room.

And that was when the door opened, and Sungyeol appeared in the doorway.

The hanger dropped from Sungyeol's hand as he froze, and took in the sight before him--Myungsoo, clad in only one of his over-sized tshirts, standing in the middle of the room. His mouth slid open. He gulped visibly. His face turned an unhealthy shade of red.

"Oh." Sungyeol blinked. Behind him in the hallway, his brother (who looked like the smaller version of Sungyeol) just happened to walk by. He stopped and stared at Myungsoo too.

"Wow." Was the only word he uttered. It was enough to summarise the scene.

Myungsoo sprang into action at the sound. His head swung around, judging the distance he was from the cupboard. He was actually nearer to the cupboard than the bathroom, but there was no way he could hide in there, so he had no choice but to turn back.

"Aurrrgh!" Myungsoo half whispered, half shouted, as he dove for the privacy of the bathroom, stubbing his toe on the door in the process. "Owww!" his voice was muffled through the door.

Sungyeol swallowed hard again, placing a hand on his heart that was going crazy. He flew to the cupboard.

"Pants!" He shouted, halfway between hysterical and jubilent, "Pants! I'll get you some pants!!"

Behind him, his brother still stood there, watching the place where Myungsoo had been discovered.

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Once things had quietened down (and the image of Myungsoo pants-less in the middle of his room was not as clear in Sungyeol's mind), Myungsoo and Sungyeol sat next to each other on Sungyeol's bed sipping their orange juice.

"You have hot legs," Sungyeol's brother informed them from the hallway (they'd forgotten he was still there).

"Excuse me?" Myungsoo spluttered.

Sungyeol made a strangled noise and rushed to close the door, the image once again becoming clearer in his head. He could already feel the tips of his ears starting to turn red, and that wasn't a good sign. He didn't want Myungsoo to think he was a ert. Returning back to his bed, Sungyeol finished his orange juice in a big gulp, put the glass down on his bedside table, and lay down. Ice skating had taken a rather large chunk of his energy, and he felt kind of drained. Sungyeol closed his eyes.

Myungsoo watched the boy. He couldn't help it, somehow. The weird habit had gotten worse over the days. Myungsoo watched the way Sungyeol's mouth opened and closed in a satisfied sigh, watched the way his lips kind of turned up, watched the way his eyelashes fluttered a little. Sungyeol looked so peaceful, so perfect. Myungsoo wondered if the boy had fallen asleep.

Click.

Sungyeol's eyes flew open again, as he glanced at Myungsoo, disoriented, trying to find the source of the noise. Myungsoo was holding his phone infront of him, and smiling broadly. Sungyeol sat up on his bed.

"Did you just take a photo of me?!" He asked, incredulous. All the while they were skating, having fun, Myungsoo hadn't bothered taking any pictures. Now, when he was tired out and sleepy, Myungsoo decided to take one of him. It didn't make any sense. He probably looked terrible in the photo. Sungyeol hated looking un-glamorous in photographs, but for some unknown reason, he felt even worse about Myungsoo having his hands on a bad photo of him.

Myungsoo just smiled at him as an answer.

"No!!" Sungyeol screeched, and lunged for the hand that held the phone. He fell back again, still clutching onto Myungsoo's arm, making both of them land on the bed, Myungsoo falling on top of him. He didn't seem to care, too intent on getting the phone and deleting the picture of himself. It wasn't until they'd wrestled with each other for a while, and Myungsoo'd overpowered him, trapping his head in between his arms that supported his body above Sungyeol, that they realised how close they were to each other.

"No?" Myungsoo's voice was low, and carried a hint of amusement. He bent his elbows a little, so that their faces went even closer. Sungyeol whimpered something unintelligible. Myungsoo watched as his face turned that disturbing shade of red again, then rolled off to land beside Sungyeol, feeling unaccountably accomplished at managing to make Sungyeol blush. Perhaps it was because he'd paid Sungyeol back for kissing him last night.

"It's alright, you didn't look that bad," Myungsoo joked, a little breathless.

Sungyeol rolled onto his side, so he faced Myungsoo. He was breathing hard too. Sungyeol raised one eyebrow skeptically.

"Oh really."

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