Hey guys!! So sorry for the lack of updates... My computer broke down...again. >(

On another note, this fic's coming to an end soon (gosh. I know I've been saying this over and over again...but this time I really mean it...><), in about like one or two more chappies! Thank you to all of you who subscribed and commented even though I was so slow in updating! <3 in next chapter, I promise ><

(P.S. Sorry about the repeated paragraphs in itallics>< I have been suffering from a case of writer's block...............)

"Oh shoot!" Sungyeol jumped up next morning at around seven, startling a sleepy Myungsoo awake, cracking open one eye to find he still had his arms around Sungyeol.

The floor was a mess, wrapping paper and cards strewn all around. The kitchen lights were still on, and the screen of the television showed some melodramatic tv series that neither boy cared to watch. Even so, both boys had fallen asleep where they'd lain cuddling on the couch, lulled to sleep by each other's breathing, and Myungsoo felt like he'd had the best sleep in centuries.

"Mmm?" Myungsoo was too tired to form his words properly. "Whazzit?"

"Christmas decorations! I said I'd do them two nights ago, but I fell asleep doing homework..." Sungyeol scratched his head sheepishly. "My mom's going to kill me."

Myungsoo sat up too, and felt like dragging Sungyeol back down with him and falling asleep again. But he didn't, because he wasn't a selfish boyfriend like that. Sighing, Myungsoo peeled himself off the couch, and reluctantly stepped into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving a confused Sungyeol watching him from where he sat on the couch. 

"Where are you going?" Sungyeol eyed him going into his room to change. Myungsoo paused, one hand on the bedroom door, and turned to give Sungyeol a look.

"I'm going over to help you, idiot."

And so Sungyeol smiled, and stumbled sleepily to the kitchen to make two servings of sandwiches, as jammy as Myungsoo liked them.

After breakfast, the boys stood by the coat hanger beside the door. Myungsoo handed Sungyeol his jacket, using it as an excuse to lean close to him. Myungsoo swept his gaze over Sungyeol's face and grinned. There, on the corner of Sungyeol's mouth, was the tiniest red smudge of strawberry jam. The perfect opportunity for Myungsoo.

Myungsoo came even closer, and aligned his face with Sungyeol's, so that their eye levels matched. He pretended to flick something off Sungyeol's chin (cupping it in the process). And then he leaned in and kissed the boy.

Myungsoo heard Sungyeol's breath catch, and he couldn't resist smirking into the kiss. Sungyeol's mouth pressed hard into Myungsoo's, his hot breath brushing against Myungsoo's lips. Sungyeol's mouth moved faster and faster, and his breathing became more needy, clutching Myungsoo's shoulders and tugging at his clothes, but Myungsoo's lips moved agonisingly slowly in comparison, and forced Sungyeol to slow down and match his pace. At the last moment before they broke apart, Myungsoo's tongue darted out, and gave the corner of Sungeol's lips a good .

Sungyeol made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Myungsoo drew back to watch his face, which was fixed in an expression every bit as good as Myungsoo'd imagined.

Sungyeol was pink. His mouth was swollen, his cheeks flushed, and he stared at Myungsoo with wide eyes.

"What," Sungyeol spluttered, touching his mouth (but not wiping his away, Myungsoo noted), "Was that?!"

Myungsoo couldn't help laughing to himself. He pointed to his own mouth. "You had a spot of jam you'd missed."

Sungyeol smacked Myungsoo's shoulders, smoothing the fabric, trying to conceal the fact that he'd clutched at his clothes so needily. Myungsoo just stood there, watching him with the goofiest smile on his face.

"You could have just told me!"

Sungyeol sounded disgruntled, but the moment Myungsoo turned to step out of his house, Sungyeol couldn't hold down the corners of his lips that twitched up unconsciously. Myungsoo watched him from the corner of his eye.

"So..." Myungsoo stood rubbing his hands in the cold, once Sungyeol followed him out. "We go to your place now?"

Sungyeol shook his head. "We've got to go get the decorations first."

The shops lining the street opposite Myungsoo's apartment sold beautiful baubels, and fairy lights, and tinsel. Sungyeol's eyes lit up with the multi-coloured fairy lights, but they didn't get anything, because the stuff sold in those shops were expensive, and the boys weren't rich. Eventually, they decided on the street near Sungyeol's house, beside the park, because the little stalls that lined it sold little trinkets at a much lower price.

At the subway station, when Myungsoo pulled out his wallet to pay for a train ticket, his hand caught on a few other notes that had been stuffed in his pocket at the last moment, in case the amount he'd brought initially wasn't enough. They fell out, fluttering to the ground. Myungsoo wouldn't have even noticed, had Sungyeol not picked it up and passed it back to him.Sungyeol grinned at him.

"What would you do without me?"

Myungsoo just smiled and shrugged. But afterwards, he pondered the question seriously. What would he do without Sungyeol? He'd probably be still moping somewhere, trying to nurse his broken heart.

Myungsoo would be gone soon. The attacks he hid, writhing alone in pain as silently as he could in the bathroom had been getting worse, and lasted for longer. There wasn't much time left. He'd looked at his own calendar, marked out the date exactly two months after he'd met Sungyeol. That day would arrive in less than a week now, and Myungsoo didn't know if Sungyeol thought about it as much as he did. Myungsoo thought of the calendar bookmark Sungyeol carried around everywhere in his book of fairytales. The boy probably thought about it even more than he did, Myungsoo realised. If their places were reversed, Myungsoo didn't know what he'd do if Sungyeol went someplace he couldn't follow.

What would happen after he died? Myungsoo glanced at Sungyeol as both of them stepped onto the train that'd just arrived, choosing a pair of seats at the front, sitting side by side. Sungyeol turned his head a little, and gave him a smile that made the guilt even worse.

What would happen to Sungyeol?

With a pang, Myungsoo remembered that day, nearly two months ago, when they'd missed their stop, and had to return to his house the next day after spending a night at the beach. He'd had so much fun with Sungyeol on the beach...

"Jeez. How old are you." Myungsoo hated the mirth that still managed to bubble up in his voice.

Sungyeol whipped around and grinned at him, hair messy in the wind, catching him by surprise. Myungsoo saw how the sea breeze turned Sungyeol's brown hair into a living, wonderfully messy mass that framed his face, and whipped about in little tufts as Sungyeol shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes. Strangely enough, Myungsoo wanted to run his fingers through Sungyeol's tousled brown mop of hair, wanted to test if it was really as soft as it looked. Myungsoo shook his head, to halt his train of thoughts. He'd never been interested in someone else's hair before. This was just...strange.

But it wasn't a bad kind of strange, he decided, as he watched the way Sungyeol's face seemed to light up, and glow in the light of the sun that was sinking below the horizon, as he made his way haphazardly towards the small waves that lapped at their feet.

It wasn't bad at all.

Myungsoo shook his head at the memories, remembering how he'd eventually missed the last bus back, because he'd wanted to spend more time with Sungyeol at the beach. He'd probably already fallen for the boy at that time, but he'd just been too afraid to admit it--both to Sungyeol and to himself.

Myungsoo thought of the bus ride back, the conversation between the little girl and her mother, the way she didn't remember her grandmother...

Myungsoo glanced at Sungyeol, who was sleeping with his mouth slightly open, and head thrown back against the seat. Myungsoo's throat hurt. Would Sungyeol forget him too, after his two months were up? Cold fear grabbed at his heart. If Sungyeol didn't remember, then who else would hold the memories of their time together? Who else would remember how they first met, that day at the hospital, when Myungsoo thought Sungyeol the strangest person he'd ever met? Who else would remember how Sungyeol had made the path towards Myungsoo, and only Myungsoo when they'd played cards with Myungsoo's friends that day? Who else would remember having fun on the beach, and spending the night under the stars?

It'd be as if Sungyeol had never met Myungsoo, as if they'd never been friends. Myungsoo felt selfish, but he wanted Sungyeol to remember him, even after two months were up. For the first time since he'd received the information, Myungsoo hated the fact that he was going to die soon. Myungsoo didn't want to die. Not just yet. He wanted to spend more time with Sungyeol, he wanted to be friends with Sungyeol for just a while longer.

Myungsoo wasn't afraid of death. He was simply afraid of never seeing Sungyeol again.

So, when the bus rolled to their stop, and Myungsoo nudged Sungyeol awake, in time for them to stumble off the bus, still looking slightly dishevelled from their night at the beach, he turned away from Sungyeol, and composed himself, and tried phrasing his question, so that Myungsoo wouldn't seem like the sad, desperate person he was.

"Remember me." Myungsoo hated the way his voice shook, hated the way his throat closed with surprise tears, hated the way he didn't sound strong. Behind him, Sungyeol placed a hand on his back. Myungsoo leaned into the touch.

"Hmm?" Sungyeol didn't understand what his friend was talking about. He leaned his head on the boy's shoulder. He was sleepy.

"Remember me, okay? After my two months..."

After I die.

Myungsoo glanced over at Sungyeol who had dozed off, his head on Myungsoo's shoulder again.

He'd been selfish. All he wanted to do now, was to take those words back, erase them from Sungyeol's memory. Because Myungsoo didn't want Sungyeol to remember him anymore. If the memories of them together made Sungyeol feel lonely after Myungsoo'd gone, he would rather Sungyeol forget everything than cry alone. Myungsoo wouldn't be able to come to him, and comfort him, and lie to him that eveything would be alright. He didn't want Sungyeol hurt. 

Myungsoo made up his mind.

He flipped his train ticket over, uncapped a pen that he carried about in his pocket, and started writing. He finished just before they reached their station. Myungsoo woke Sungyeol up, and dragged him out of the carriage just in time.

Sungyeol stretched, his yawn a white puff that disappeared in the morning sun.

"Let's go!" He smiled at Myungsoo.

 Buying trinkets proved to be more difficult than Myungsoo'd imagined. There were too many stalls for them to possibly visit, all crammed on that one street, people crowding around, looking for christmas presents, buying decor. Myungsoo linked hands with Sungyeol so they wouldn't lose each other.

"Over here!" Sungyeol started towards a brightly lit stall to their right, dragging Myungsoo behind him through the crowds. Myungsoo tried not to trip anyone, and instead stumbled over someone's umbrella.

"What do we have to get?"

They reached the stall, Sungyeol eagerly taking in the sparkling decorations, Myungsoo out of breath and winded.

Sungyeol turned to Myungsoo. He counted the stuff off his fingers.

"Tinsel, fairy lights, wrapping paper and..." He paused to think for a while, brows furrowing together.

Myungsoo tried to help him.

"Christmas tree decorations?"

Sungyeol shook his head.

"Christmas crackers?"

Sungyeol shook his head again. Then, his eyes lighted on some green stuff nestled in one corner of the stall. His frown smoothed out again, and he glanced at Myungsoo.

"Mistletoe!"

Myungsoo didn't seem to hear however. He was too engrossed with looking at a few keychains on display. He picked up one in particular that caught his eye, and fascinated him. It was a small pink owl. Myungsoo's eyes took in the way the little red beak looked slightly puckered and pinched together, the way its eyes seemed to ogle at something. Myungsoo turned to Sungyeol excitedly.

"You looked just like this this morning!"

That caught Sungyeol's attention, and he craned his neck to see what Myungsoo was looking at. He coloured.

"Yah! I did not!" Sungyeol started whacking Myungsoo's shoulders again.

Myungsoo handed the keychain over to the ajumma. It simply had to be bought. 

"But that's not a christmas decoration!" Sungyeol protested, trying to stop Myungsoo from paying.

Myungsoo only laughed, and handed the three thousand won over to the waiting ajumma.

"I know. It's for me, silly."

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 Once again, so sorry about the repeated paragraphs in itallics><... Writer's blockkkkkk......... I had no idea what to writeeeeeee.... *bows*... Next chapter's won't be so substandard ><><><><><......