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"Myungsoo!" Sungyeol smiled so wide his cheeks hurt, and he painfully uncurled himself from the crouch he'd been in, on Myungsoo's doorstep, waiting for the past half hour for the boy to get up. He'd not been able to stay away after all, and when he'd actually gotten to Myungsoo's house, he realised that it was only seven in the morning, and that it was dark (winter . Period), and Myungsoo was probably still asleep. Not wanting to wake the boy up (Sungyeol woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, and he could hear how restlessly Myungsoo slept), Sungyeol could only wait patiently for him to get out, and let him in. It was kind of weird, how Sungyeol was willing to wait forever (if that was what it took) to see Myungsoo again.

Sungyeol threw his arms around Myungsoo, and drew him into a breathless hug. It'd only been last evening since he'd last seen Myungsoo, but Sungyeol had missed him sorely. He didn't get to see the way Myungsoo's face brightened up, resting his head on his slightly bony shoulder.

"What were you doing?" Myungsoo pulled away reluctantly. He wanted to hold on forever, but his curiosity overwhelmed him.

Sungyeol hesitated, What had he been doing actually?

"I guess..." Sungyeol shrugged, "I was tying my shoelaces when you opened the door." He didn't know why he was lying.

"Ah..." Myungsoo looked down at his own trainers, and remembered what he'd come out for--a run. He really needed to get back in shape.

"I only just got here... Not like I was waiting for you, or anything..." Sungyeol blurted hastily, then looked away from Myungsoo's face as he gave his best friend a glance. Myungsoo seemed to be glancing at him alot these days, but maybe that was because Sungyeol was becoming (even) more aware of every small thing Myungsoo did. Sungyeol realised he really, really liked Myungsoo. So much so that Myungsoo would probably be disturbed, or digusted even, by him.

"Actually, I was just going to go out jogging..." Myungsoo rubbed the back of his head ruefully. He sincerely wanted to spend more time with Sungyeol, but he truly needed to run, to clear his head of distractions (i.e. Sungyeol), and get on with living as normally as he could for the rest of his two months.

"I'll go with you!" Sungyeol's words were so rushed, that they came out mumbled, the words tumbling over each other in their eagerness to sound themselves, and even Sungyeol was surprised at what he'd said. Running? Now? Him? Sungyeol hated running. And he was in the wrong attire anyways--bundled up in layers of sweaters, and wearing his snug uggs. Comfortable, toasty warm, but definitely not for a jog in the park. But Sungyeol had come all the way to Myungsoo's house, and he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Myungsoo. He was constantly aware of the days flashing by way too fast, mercilessly taunting him with the numbers he'd strike off the calendar.

"You will?" Myungsoo's frown cleared off his face instantly. He could go on a jog, and still be able to be with Sungyeol. He liked this arrangement.

"I'll get you a change of clothes. Stay here." Myungsoo said, in his haste to keep Sungyeol by his side. Then he realised that Sungyeol had to come in anyway, to change the clothes. He waited outside the bathroom patiently--he wasn't going to do anything stupid like go check if Sungyeol was done, even if he was taking a rather long time. If he caught Sungyeol in the middle of changing again, it'd probably kill him. Bad for his heart, it was (Myungsoo's heart was already going a little nuts). When Sungyeol came out again, he couldn't resist smiling at him--he was happy just to see him. Myungsoo realised that he really, really liked Sungyeol, to the extent that it would almost certaintly drive the boy off if he knew.

"Come on, let's go!" Myungsoo's smiled faltered for a moment, then re-established itself even more vigorously on his face. What he didn't realise was that Sungyeol had noticed. Sungyeol noticed everything without meaning to.

"Where's the park?" Sungyeol asked, jogging beside Myungsoo, tugging down the sleeves of the jump suit that he'd borrowed from him. It was a little small for him, but that was okay--Sungyeol loved wearing Myungsoo's clothes because it made him feel closer to him, like they were inseparable, closest of all friends.

Myungsoo took a deep breath before answering, because he hated feeling breathless. God knew he felt that way too often around Sungyeol.

"The one near your house."

Sungyeol paused for a while, to stare at Myungsoo in horror. He hurriedly caught up with Myungsoo (which wasn't all that difficult to do, since Myungsoo had slowed down when Sungyeol'd faltered).

"What? But..." Sungyeol fished for words to explain how far that was. "That's near my house...On the way to your house." Sungyeol motioned his hands in the air. Why oh why had he volunteered to come along? He was probably going to die of exhaustion.

"It's not that far." Myungsoo turned to flash a quick grin at Sungyeol, who didn't look any more motivated. "Fighting!"

"Oh god." Sungyeol's face fell. Myungsoo was serious.

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"Just a little way more..." Myungsoo's voice came from beside Sungyeol's shoulder, as they struggled along.

"No more! No more!" Sungyeol moaned, trying his best to resist Myungsoo, and failing (obviously). Unfortunately, Myungsoo was stronger than him. "I'm going to..." He couldn't finish his sentence because he ran out of breath. Again.

"Oh come on..." Myungsoo didn't even sound tired, propelling Sungyeol from behind, shoving up against the boy's back, and pushing his best friend into a forced jog. They were going so slowly...

"Look!" Myungsoo removed one hand from Sungyeol's back to motion in the direction ahead of them. "We're nearly there!"

Sungyeol didn't see. He had had his eyes closed for about half the run already, not wanting to waste even more energy--he had never felt so tired in his life. And yet Myungsoo didn't even seem winded. Sungyeol nodded mentally. Myungsoo wasn't human. The pressure on his back disappeared suddenly, and he found himself stumbling backwards in surprise, unable to find his balance in the split second. His eyes flew open in shock...

And found himself in the park. Thank god. He couldn't have run any further. Sungyeol sighed in relief, and collasped onto a park bench. He watched Myungsoo chugging down water (one droplet ily s it's way down the side of Myungsoo's mouth, down his neck, and disappeared down his shirt. Sungyeol's eyes wanted to follow it further, before he shook his head violently, and forced himself to snap out of it. Myungsoo watched him with a bemused expression on his face.

"Don't sit down straight away..." Myungsoo waved at Sungyeol to get up, "It's bad for you."

Sungyeol didn't move.

"Look." Sungyeol spoke suddenly, and his voice was hushed. Myungsoo turned to see what the guy was staring at--the little waffle stall set up on the patch of grass beside them. Myungsoo couldn't see what was so disturbing about it.

"Hmmm?" Myungsoo turned again, to watch his friend's fascinated face. "What is it, Sungyeol?"

Sungyeol's eyes didn't leave the brightly coloured stall. He jabbed a shaking finger in the direction of the display set up by the side of the waffle cart. His voice came out a little strangled.

"Coffee. They have freaking coffee flavoured waffles." Sungyeol's eyes were so big, Myungsoo could see the brown, warm fluffy stuff reflected in his dark orbs. Myungsoo smiled. He walked to the stall, and fumbled for his wallet. He could feel Sungyeol come up behind him, and lean against his back, pressing him against the side of the stall in his eagerness to get to the waffles. The stall keeper looked at them curiously.

"One coffee please," Myungsoo slightly shoved Sungyeol off his back, so he could lean back to see the different flavours offered. Out of the corner of his eye, Myungsoo saw Sungyeol return to the bench, still tired out from their run together.

"And one chocolate too." Myungsoo decided, and handed a few crinkled notes over to the plump, jolly guy behind the counter. A few minutes later, Myungsoo handed Sungyeol two warm and steaming waffles, each wearing individual paper bags. Myungsoo eyed the small corner of the bench Sungyeol had left for him, flopped down on it.

"Yah," Myungsoo jabbed at Sungyeol's shoulder, "Move over, lazy bum."

"Too tired." Sungyeol puffed for a bit, then continued laboriously, "It's tougher than dancing yesterday..." He wearily lifted one finger in the air, and wagged it about limply, "...And I didn't think that was possible."

Myungsoo laughed.

"I had fun yesterday, surprisingly." He stretched and went over to sit next to Sungyeol, shoving the boy over with his bum.

"Good for you..." Sungyeol was still a little out of breath, and they sat in silence for a little while as he calmed his breathing.

"Dancing..." Sungyeol sat up straight, not winded anymore. He looked sideways at Myungsoo. This was something he'd been meaning to say, but he'd just been too embarassed yesterday to face Myungsoo properly, and this was a serious matter.

"You know you don't have to practice with us if you don't want to, right? As in, you're not forced to just play along. I understand if you're not really up for auditioning." Sungyeol took a breath, and his eyes held a far away look. "Auditioning." A small smile played along Sungyeol's lips, "I want to audition, and become a singer someday."

Myungsoo flashed a heart-stopping smile at his best friend.

"Then I do too." And his voice was firm, and decisive, but he only just realised how true the words he'd just spoken were. It wasn't as if he was just going along with the flow again, and was merely copying what his (ex)best friend wanted, like he had the last time.

Sungyeol's eyebrows twitched together in a momentary frown. "Don't say that. It's just what I want to do. You don't have to want the same thing." Sungyeol protested. He really wanted to know what Myungsoo wanted to be when he was older.

"I want to audition with you." Myungsoo's smile stayed intact. And he didn't lie. Because he finally understood that what he wanted to do, was to be with Sungyeol--wherever the boy was, whatever the boy was doing--and if Sungyeol was going to try to walk the road of an idol, Myungsoo was following.

Myungsoo looked around, and realised what a pleasant part pf the park they'd stumbled upon. Their little bench was surrounded by tall, needly bushes all around, with only a small gap to get in and out of the natural enclosure. Myungsoo scuffed his foot along the ground, watching the way the dead leaves on the ground were swept away by his feet, leaving only frosty, bare ground. Myungsoo liked the place--it was as if the white-dusted bushes were there specially to fence the rest of the world out, so that the space within them was a world that only contained Myungsoo and Sungyeol, as if they were the only ones that mattered.

There were no other people to break the winter silence, and the only thing that indicated that they weren't the only ones on earth, were the occasional strains of music, floating their way from the waffle stall, on the other side of the grassy patch. If Myungsoo tried hard enough, pausing the munching on his waffle for a while, he could just about make out the lyrics of the song. It was one of those he'd listened to, heartbroken after being dumped. Myungsoo remembered the melody.

"Even though I know you how much how much you hate it, I can’t do anything but this
In front of your door, just idly waiting

Even though I’m so miserable, it’s better than losing you
I can’t lose you, so I stay near you, in front of your door waiting..."

Myungsoo focused on chewing again, and glanced beside him, watching the way Sungyeol's nose scrunched up a tiny bit as he munched on his waffle. Myungsoo couldn't help but smile at that, and when Sungyeol's gaze met his, Myungsoo looked away hurriedly. He could still see Sungyeol looking his way, from the corner of his eye. There was an awkward pause, and Myungsoo's mind went back to the lyrics, to avert himself from the uncomfortable feeling of getting caught staring.

"...Looking at my phone ten times a day, even jumping at the slight sound
To find out if you had sent me a text message..."

Myungsoo smiled ruefully at the words that rung so true. He remembered how infatuated he'd been, right until he'd been abandoned, remembered the pain. Then his mind turned to Sungyeol, and how Sungyeol had made him feel better almost from the first time they'd met, taking his mind off his problems. Myungsoo thought about how he kept thinking about the boy, how it almost made him feel like he was losing his mind. Myungsoo thought about how Sungyeol had seemed to pick up, and painstakingly piece together every fragment, when his crushing on his previous best friend had smashed his heart to smithereens. Myungsoo thought about how undeniably important Sungyeol was to him, now, and probably for what was left of his life.

Myungsoo found he had a question he couldn't answer. And he had to have Sungyeol's opinion on the matter. So Myungsoo hesitantly opened his mouth to ask.

"What..." Myungsoo stopped, searching for the right words to express his query, tried to make the meaning behind his words less obvious, lest Sungyeol read between the lines, and get scared off.

"Mmm?" Sungyeol sensed the sensitivity in Myungsoo's voice, heard it quiver. Sungyeol stopped eating to give his undivided attention to Myungsoo--which unintentionally made it harder to ask the question off-handedly, as if Myungsoo couldn't care less about what Sungyeol thought about it.

Myungsoo took a deep breath, trying to stall for time, then gave up, and spoke the words directly off his head.

"What's love?"

Sungyeol re-wrapped his waffle, and set it down on the bench beside him.

"You want to know?" Sungyeol's voice went up one octave, but when Myungsoo looked into his eyes, there was a stillness there that he'd never seen before. It was as if the boy'd made up his mind after a long battle.

Sungyeol's hand came up, to block Myungsoo's eyes, and slid down Myungsoo's eyelids, so that his eyes closed shut. Slowly, gently, Sungyeol leaned forward, and breathed out, just barely. Myungsoo could feel the coffee scented breath brush past his eyelids. His mind blanked.

Millimeters away from Myungsoo's face, Sungyeol gathered the courage to move again, and this time, he didn't stop anymore. Didn't pause to wonder about what he was doing, what the consequences of his actions would be. All of this just felt too natural--too right--to think.

When their lips met, it was a awkward, gentle pressure, and Myungsoo breathed out deeply. He'd not realised it, but he had been waiting for this, expecting it. Myungsoo stayed still for a moment, savouring the way Sungyeol felt so soft, so yeilding, so warm against him. He wanted to burn the feeling into his mind, like the way his whole body seemed to heat up in the moment. Myungsoo felt Sungyeol's mouth moving, and he let his lips explore the boy's, the strange feeling taking over his mind, numbing it, filling it with thoughts of Sungyeol, and Sungyeol only. If someone had asked him for his name at that moment, Myungsoo probably wouldn't have been able to answer coherently.

Myungsoo tilted his head, pressing harder into Sungyeol, wanting more of the tingly feeling that coursed through his blood, and made his world feel perfect and complete. Their noses bumped, clumsy and awkward as all first kisses are--and should be. Myungsoo's heart was doing funny things in his chest, but he couldn't care. He raised his hand, to draw Sungyeol closer, just like how he'd always wished he could; to trace Sungyeol's features, that fascinated him so; to...

Sungyeol broke the kiss before Myungsoo's fingers could contact his face. They stared at each other, inches apart, breathing unevenly, as if they'd gone running again. Myungsoo put down his hand that was left hanging unnaturally in the air. He'd enjoyed the kiss. Why had Sungyeol pulled back?

"There." Sungyeol's eyes left his face, and scrutinised the ground, the bushes, the bench--everywhere but Myungsoo.

"Huh?" Myungsoo's brain still lingered on the kiss, stupifying him.

"Now you know what love is supposed to be." Sungyeol spread his hands, and shrugged, helplessly. He'd given in to his feelings, let himself go with the one word 'love', because he'd realised his feelings for Myungsoo the moment it was uttered. Hopefully, if he acted like the kiss was just a one-off demonstration kind of thing, Myungsoo wouldn't take it to heart. Sungyeol didn't want their close relationship to be affected. He didn't think he could live without Myungsoo. Even one evening seemed an eternity without his best friend.

"Oh." Myungsoo's heart squeezed painfully. "Thanks." The kiss had just been an explaination, an answer to his tentative question. He'd let himself be carried away by his emotions, let himself enjoy the kiss, let himself melt at contact with the person he called his best friend. Perhaps it was for the best that his hands had not gotten the chance to caress Sungyeol's face. Perhaps that would have frightened the boy off. But his fingers still itched towards Sungyeol. Myungsoo'd loved the closeness of the kiss.

What if he loved Sungyeol?

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