So soreeeeee for the late update.. Will update again tonight, hopefully, and achieve another double update... :) I really, really appreciate all of you subbies who didn't unsubscribe due to the inactivity, and I'll try my best not to leave you guys hanging for too long again!!!!!!!! *bows*

On another note, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR DEAR READERS!! :) Mine has been really, really hectic, with all the people visiting, and visiting people... And on top of that school has been merciless, hence my late update >< SORRY!!

"I was just worried," Myungsoo waved his hands about in the air, as he spluttered the line for about the hundredth time that day. "I was just trying to help..." Myungsoo trailed off, and his dejected look morphed into an infuriated one, "that jackass just doesn't understand." Myungsoo returned to the mournful mode again. "Why won't he understand...?" Myungsoo buried his head in his arms, resting on the caffeteria table. He shook his head from side to side a little, mumbling into his sleeve. Other people passing by the table stared at him--he did look rather mad.

His friends seated at the same table as him didn't stare. They'd seen the performance too many times that day for it to actually affect them again.

Sunggyu brought another spoonful of unidentified goo to his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a little, and then swallowed before he replied monotonously.

"He hasn't called?" Sunggyu rested his head on the fingers of one arm propped up on the table, and played with the food on his plate lethargically with the other. He glanced briefly at Myungsoo.

The boy shook his head harder, and didn't look up.

"Why don't you call him?" Woohyun tried to help for about the thousandth time that day.

Myungsoo raised his head, despair written all over his face. "But I won't know what to say..." He wailed, waggling his hands in the air.

Hoya took a deep breath, and repeated what he'd said countless times today. "Just apologise. It's better than just sitting around and moping, and waiting for him to call."

Myungsoo turned to his friend.

"But it wasn't my fault!" He practically screamed, making even more heads turn his way.

"Shh!" Dongwoo flapped his hands in the air, anxiously looking over his shoulder at the people staring at them oddly, "You're attracting too much attention..." They'd already been scolded by their physics teacher for talking about the very same thing in class.

"From what I've heard of the story hyung, I think both of you guys are at fault, actually..." Sungjong said weakly, feeling like a broken recorder. Myungsoo's head hung dejectedly once more.

"I was just worried," Myungsoo waved his hands about in the air, as he spluttered the line for about the hundred-and-one-th time that day. "I was just trying to help..."

Everyone else sitting at their table sighed.

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 Myungsoo went through the rest of the day without incident, wondering why Sungyeol hadn't called to apologise (just screaming at him down the line was fine too). Myungsoo's hand never left his phone in his pocket, but it stayed silent and still, and no vibrations alerted him of a call, or even a message. Myungsoo couldn't feel more down. He had meant well that morning.

Walking out of school, Myungsoo's head unconsciously turned to the right, checking to see if there was a certain tall someone waiting there to surprise him with a hug or something. It was a natural movement. It showed how much Sungyeol really meant to him. Myungsoo sniffed at himself, and his heel abruptly, and stalked angrily to the bus stop.

Fine. If Sungyeol could stay angry at him, he could jolly well harden his heart and play it cool too.

All the way to the bus stop though, he couldn't relax his body, tensed muscles waiting for the slap of greeting, and his hand hever left his pocket. It annoyed him no end.

There wasn't anybody waiting at the bus stop either. Myungsoo scoffed at the empty space, and tried to convince himself that it was a good thing Sungyeol hadn't come to see him--the situation would be kind of awkward, judging from the way they'd parted that morning.

When he'd let himself into the house, the cold silence felt like the loneliest place on earth. There was no annoyingly incessant chatter to alleviate the solitude of living alone. Myungsoo had never wanted to return home to a family that badly before. Throwing his bag down on the floor, and kicking it across the living room, Myungsoo tried to turn the loneliness into anger.

Anger. He was angry. And to prove it, he arranged his features into a savage scowl.

He flomped onto his bed, spread-eagled and limp, and messed up his hair, and groaned, and decided to take a nap to clear his head.

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Sungyeol is smiling, smiling at him. Waving at him. Myungsoo's heart leaps at the sight. It feels as if it's been a long time since they've seen each other, and Myungsoo can't be happier to see his best friend again. He watches his best friend run nearer and nearer, arms outstretched as if to try to hold all of Myungsoo in his embrace at once. Myungsoo waits for Sungyeol to reach him.

But for some reason he never does.

Sungyeol's expression turns from one of excited bliss to confusion, to sorrow. He doesn't seem to be able to get any closer to Myungsoo. Sungyeol's wide eyes shine even more, and two drops escape from each eye.

Myungsoo's heart clenches. He holds his arms open, waiting, mentally urging Sungyeol to come closer, come into his embrace, but it is ineffective. Myungsoo looks at Sungyeol and finally understands. Sungyeol is running on a treadmill. He can get no closer to Myungsoo. Myungsoo is the one who has to move to close the gap.

And so he does, shuffling forward awkwardly, as if unacquainted with the movement. But it is too late, and Sungyeol tires, and stops running, and is dragged backwards by the treadmill, away from Myungsoo, into the unknown. And all the while, the only thing Myungsoo can see are Sungyeol's eyes, staring at him, leaking tears, imploring, pleading...

Myungsoo sat up in bed with a gasp. He mopped the sweat on his forehead and sighed, back hunching over. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Nothing was whisking Sungyeol away. The boy would always be by his side.

Then he remembered. Their argument.

Myungsoo clapped a hand to his face, letting it slide down, leaving a red handprint in it's wake. The urge to see his best friend was now so strong that their little disagreement with each other seemed so minor and silly, that Myungsoo really wanted to kick himself. What was he doing? He wondered at himself. He only had two months left on earth, and he wanted to spend every possible minute with Sungyeol. They had no time for fall outs. Time together with Sungyeol was too precious for that.

His room was already dark, and the glowing numbers on his bedside clock showed that it was already eight oclock. His short afternoon nap had accidentally dragged for more than four hours. Myungsoo cursed himself.

Shrugging on his jacket, Myungsoo stepped out into the cold darkness of the night. There was a slight icy drizzle, but Myungsoo was too preoccupied with trying to remember the way to Sungyeol's house to notice the freezing droplets clinging to his hair, his face, his hands. Myungsoo jogged to the subway. After his nightmare, he daren't walk anymore.

So when he finally turned up at Sungyeol's house two hours later (he'd gotten lost thrice, and had to turn back and retrace his steps to get back on track), Myungsoo looked a mess. His hair was sticking to his scalp, sticking to his face, gelled down by his sweat mixed with melted snow.

A middle aged woman answered the door, peering out at Myungsoo curiously.

"Yes?" She took in the panting, dishevelled boy before her, "What can I do for you?"

Myungsoo tried to peek into the house over her shoulder, hoping to get a glance of Sungyeol. The only person he saw was Sungyeol's brother, chomping on another sandwich at the kitchen table. It seemed to be all the boy did (except for visiting Sungyeol's room occasionally, and making a nuisance of himself).

"May I see Sungyeol?" Myungsoo's voice was a little raspy from gulping the dry air.

The woman looked at Myungsoo sympathetically. Here was a boy (probably Sungyeol's friend) that'd rushed to the house to see Sungyeol when it was snowing and all.

"I'm terribly sorry, he's not home now..." She trailed off and looked at the clock behind her. "Do you want to come in and wait for him? Since it's snowing and all..." She peered out at the tiny white specks of frozen water drifting down and settling on Myungsoo.

All that running. For nothing. Myungsoo's shoulders drooped in disapointment. He couldn't wait to apologise to Sungyeol so they could carry on being friends (Myungsoo was prepared to  badger Sungyeol to forgive him until the boy gave in). His head snapped up again.

"Might you know where he'll be now?" Myungsoo hopped about from one foot to the other impatiently, trying to keep warm at the same time.

Sungyeol's mother (Myungsoo presumed) looked behind her at the clock.

"He's probably at the hospital down the road." She turned back to Myungsoo, about to ask him in to wait out the snow, but the boy was already halfway down the street, hollering his thanks over his shoulder.

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Sorry that this update took so long, and was really boring... Next update will be more exciting and eventful, I promise >< Bear with me for now........... T.T