Hey guys! Here's the aforementioned update (sorry it took so long: there was a huge unidentified red bug in my room, and I couldn't rest until I got rid of it... the joys of living in the tropics ><). Just need a little feedback from you guys: should I include Sungyeol's feelings and point of view in this fic, on top of Myungsoo's (what I did in this chappie), or slowly introduce things from Sungyeol's perspective so that the readers get to know Sungyeol as Myungsoo is getting closer to the boy and developing feelings for him? Would it be too confusing if I write about the feelings and perspective of both characters? Hmm...

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Myungsoo blinked once, eyelids slowly sliding together (he wanted to keep them open for as long as possible), then snapping shut all at once, and springing apart again. This only happened when he was transfixed on something, and now (disturbing and confusing though this may be), the 'something' was Sungyeol, head on the pillow, hair beautifully messy, eyelids jerking a little now and then in what Myungsoo assumed was a dream. Sungyeol's breathing was deep, regular and it calmed Myungsoo, hypnotising him so that all he was able to focus on in the room, was Sungyeol, Sungyeol, Sungyeol.

Myungsoo sighed gently, running a hand through his hair, eyes never leaving Sungyeol's face, so that soon everything but the boy's face became blurred, and the Sungyeol's features seemed painted on the inside of his eyelids for the split second when he blinked. Even when Sungyeol slept he grabbed his attention, and it seemed Myungsoo couldn't do anything about it at all. Myungsoo blinked again, and Sungyeol's face was still floating about in the darkness that was his eyelids.

It'd been difficult, to say the very least, when they'd travelled together on the near-empty train to Sungyeol's house. Myungsoo had been bored, and his eyes had travelled to Sungyeol's face, watching how it lit up, when he got to each 'happy ever after' of fairytales in his book that was spread out on his lap. But then, Sungyeol had glanced up once or twice to check if they were nearing their station, and Myungsoo had to look away, painfully awkward, and act preoccupied with the scenery outside the train windows (they were underground, and all that surrounded the train was darkness). So he kept his gaze straight ahead to avoid being detected. Which was when he'd realised just how relfective the train windows were. The perfect way to watch Sungyeol's mouth twitch up in delight undetected.

Perhaps Myungsoo had a problem. Myungsoo's hand travelled from his hair to slide down his face wearily. Maybe he was going crazy. Even so, it didn't feel like a dangerous, or axe-murderer kind of crazy. It was more of a (Myungsoo searched for the correct words)...a warm, nice kind of insanity...

Ha. "Nice kind of insanity". Boy that didn't come out right. But Myungsoo couldn't find anything else to describe this obsession, this problem (for it was a problem--this had grown a little past normality now).

Sungyeol opened his eyes just a little crack more. Myungsoo was still staring at him. Sungyeol watched the boy blink, eyelids lazily drifting closer, then snapping shut, and open again in an instant. He'd never seen anyone blink like that before, Sungyeol told himself seriously in his mind, that was the only reason why he was so transfixed on Myungsoo right now, sharing the same pillow as him, hair wonderfully tousled, head turned to face him.  Myungsoo's breathing was shallow (as if the boy was afraid to wake Sungyeol up) and regular, and it tickled Sungyeol's ears, so that the only thing that crowded his mind was Myungsoo, Myungsoo, Myungsoo.

Sungyeol heard Myungsoo sigh softly, felt his breath gently graze his cheek. When Sungyeol hazarded another look at the guy, Myungsoo was still looking at him, this time with a confused look on his face. Sungyeol held his breath for a while. Had Myungsoo realised that he'd woken up? Sungyeol hoped not. He wanted to stay like this for a while, because it gave him the perfect opportunity to peek at Myungsoo without being noticed.

It'd been difficult, to say the very least, when they'd gone ice-skating together, taking care of Youngmi. On ice, he'd felt so wobbly, and alien, and all he wanted to do was to grab hold of Myungsoo for support (because he trusted him with his life), and never let go. But eh was afraid that if he clung onto Myungsoo, he'd make both of them to slip and fall (he'd actually done it twice, even after being careful not to get too close to Myungsoo on the rink). Sungyeol knew how rotten a sore and wet bum felt like (he'd accompanied Youngmi on a few lessons years ago), and he didn't want Myungsoo to suffer through the same thing. Somehow, he felt that he needed the guy, more than he could comprehend.

Perhaps Sungyeol had a problem. Sungyeol decided that he shouldn't lie there, looking at Myungsoo staring at him for much longer. Maybe he was going crazy. Even so, it didn't feel like a violent, mass-murderer kind of crazy. It was more of a (Sungyeol struggled for the right words)...a friendly, fuzzy kind of insanity...

Ha. "Fuzzy kind of insanity". God that sounded nuts. But Sungyeol couldn't find anything else to replace the description of his obsession, his problem (for it was a problem--this had grown a little past normality now).

"What...?" Sungyeol blinked his eyes slowly open, and faked a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily with the back of his hand.

Myungsoo jumped back in surprise, and cursed himself for giving in, and letting himself get close enough to Sungyeol to share a pillow.

"How..." Myungsoo formed the words cautiously, "...How long have you been awake for?" He prepared himself for the worst.

Sungyeol glanced at Myungsoo's tight facial expression, bit back a smile, and decided to be merciful.

"I just woke up, silly..." He laughed, then sat up on the bed, smoothing down his hair that, he realised with a sinking heart, had gotten messy when he'd napped. If only he'd been more careful how he'd laid his head on the pillow... He briefly wondered why he cared so much that Myungsoo got to see him all messed up.

"Oh. I see." Myungsoo let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"How long did I sleep?" Sungyeol looked down at Myungsoo, who was still lazing around in bed.

Myungsoo shrugged lethargically. "I dunno. About an hour?" He guessed. Sungyeol wondered how long Myungsoo had stared at him for, and when his heart whispered an answer, he ignored it, because Myungsoo was just a friend, and his heart was simply not needed now.

Myungsoo stretched, and sat up beside Sungyeol, glancing down at his watch. 9pm. His eyes widened. They'd slept longer than he'd expected, lulled to sleep by their aching legs, and the warmth of a shared blanket. He got out of bed slowly, reluctantly.

"Hey, it's getting quite late..." Myungsoo stopped. Once again, he didn't want to leave, but he had (horror of horrors) homework left unfinished, waiting for him at home, and tonight wasn't exactly the best night for sleeping over (considering the fact that Sungyeol's brother had seen him like that in the middle of the room, Myungsoo winced at the thought). The brother might think there was something fishy going on between him and Sungyeol, and there was nothing like that. Well--except for the weird obsession, and the fluffy feelings, and the...

Myungsoo stopped his train of thoughts, before he was reminded of just how weird he was again.

Sungyeol glanced at his bedside clock and nodded in agreement. He flopped back down onto the bed, and closed his eyes.

"Just sleep over, Myungsoo," Sungyeol trailed off, and breathed out slowly, looking as if he was set to go back to sleep again. Myungsoo couldn't hold back the quick pang of regret as he looked at his side of the blanket.

"Nah... Homework..." He trailed off, and shrugged helplessly, gathering his clothes (long since dried), and stuffing them into his backpack.

Sungyeol opened one eye, then the other. He struggled to keep his expression unreadable.

"Oh... I see..." He raised his eyebrows in an attempt to look indifferent (but in actual fact, it made him look unreasonably startled). "I'll..." Sungyeol motioned walking with Myungsoo with two fingers, and his friend nodded.

When they walked past the kitchen, Sungyeol's little brother stopped munching on his snack to watch them go, head tilted to the side, as if he was still considering Myungsoo's legs. Myungsoo felt his face going hot again, and hunched over a little, as if to protect himself. Sungyeol glared at his brother, and tried (unsuccessfully) to block Myungsoo from view. He gestured a little wildly at the boy behind him.

"He's mine..."

Sungyeol trailed off after he realised what he'd said, and in his awkward pause, his sibling started to choke on his food, and Myungsoo made uncomfortable shuffling noises with his feet behind him. Sungyeol hurried to ammend his statement as quickly as possible.

"Mine.. As in...He's my friend...?" And then he trailed off uncomfortably, and dragged Myungsoo out of the house to escape the sticky situation.

Myungsoo paused at the little gate that led to Sungyeol's front garden.

"You really don't have to walk me home, you know..." Myungsoo felt a sense of deja vu, and smiled.

Sungyeol still hovered around, reluctant to go back into the house. Myungsoo realised that the things the boy had draped over one shoulder was actually a set of his school uniform.

"I don't have time for a sleepover today, Sungyeol..." Myungsoo tried not to sound disappointed.

Sungyeol still didn't budge, and looked even more uncomfortable and reluctant.

"Just once more..." Sungyeol sounded genuinely pleading, and Myungsoo was taken aback.

"Why?" Myungsoo shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder, and looked at Sungyeol more closely, and the boy glanced away, as if to avoid inspection. Tiny alarm bells went off in Myungsoo's head as Sungyeol finally backed away towards the house. It seemed as if the boy was more willing to face whatever was troubling him than tell him about it. That kind of hurt Myungsoo, the notion that Sungyeol didn't trust him enough to open up.

"Why?" Myungsoo asked again, but softer this time, because he knew it was no use, the boy was already halfway back to the house, and his expression was guarded. Sungyeol smiled suddenly.

"No reason..." He trailed off. Then he raised a hand, and wagged it about in the air. " 'night!" He cried once, then hopped into the doorway and shut the door, leaving Myungsoo to ponder over Sungyeol, and screw up his assignments.

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The next morning. Myungsoo got out of the house extra early. One reason was because he'd slept early (he'd given up on the homework), and had woken up early, and the other reason was because he wanted to catch Sungyeol before the boy got to school. Myungsoo wanted to find out what was bothering his best friend. They'd solve the problem together.

When Myungsoo focused back on the walk to school, he realised that there was someone in uniform already ahead of him. His heart leapt.

"Sungyeol!" Myungsoo waved his arms, in case Sungyeol couldn't spot him. Sungyeol didn't turn around. He probably couldn't hear.

Myungsoo ran towards his best friend, closing the distance between them, so that Sungyeol would definitely hear his next shout.

"Sungyeol!" Myungsoo practically screamed. But Sungyeol didn't once turn around, didn't acknowledge him at all. For all the world, it seemed as if Sungyeol was walking faster.

Was Sungyeol avoiding him? Why?

"Sungyeol." Myungsoo said the name like a statement, hurrying to put himself in Sungyeol's path to stop the boy.

"Not now.." Sungyeol's eyes were downcast, and the boy rushed on. Myungsoo frowned.

"Sungyeol--" Myungsoo grabbed hold of his arm, and spun him around.

"Myungsoo--" Sungyeol looked frustrated, but then his eyes travelled behind Myungsoo's shoulder, and his eyes widened in horrified recognisation.

A heavy hand landed on Myungsoo's shoulder, and gripped it so hard that it hurt.

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