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Myungyeollll ^^

And MORE Myungyeolll~~~~

Myungsoo opened one eye wearily, then sat up in bed with a groan. Something had woken him up. He ran a hand through his hair, and passed it over his face, trying to refresh himself. He wondered what it was that had made the clatter. He wondered what was going on outside. Then, he remembered Sungyeol, and how he'd arrived (Myungsoo glanced at the illuminated nimbers on his bedside clock) yesterday night all battered up, and had asked to stay the night.

Myungsoo sighed, and fell back onto the bed, sure it was just Sungyeol being weird again. Maybe the boy was an alien or a robot or something, and didn't need to sleep at night. Maybe the boy was a vampire.

But then Myungsoo thought of how bouncy and cheerful Sungyeol was, and thought better of it. He'd never seen a vampire before, and didn't know for sure what their temperaments were like, but he was sure no vampire could smile or laugh as goofily as Sungyeol. Smiling a little at the thought, Myungsoo drifted slowly back to sleep--only to be disturbed again by the desperate scratching sounds coming from (Myungsoo estimated) somewhere near the kitchen.

Myungsoo sat up again.

What if it wasn't the goofball? What if it was a burglar, or a robber, or something? What if the felon was about to attack Sungyeol outside?

Myungsoo got out of bed at the thought. Grabbing a small umbrella conveniently propped up by his bedside, Myungsoo stole out of his bedroom into the living room. His breath caught. By the glow of the sole lamp in the living room, he could see Sungyeol wasn't asleep on the couch. The only things left on it were rumpled blankets, that showed Sungyeol had slept in them at some point in time that night. There was no sign of a burglar--or Sungyeol, for that matter.

Myungsoo crept closer to the kitchen, where the scratching sounds had come from, brandishing his umbrella like a weapon.

Something scrabbled against the door of the bathroom, to the right of the kitchen, making Myungsoo jump, and jab the umbrella blindly in that direction. Myungsoo hesitated.

"Sungyeol?" He tried, feeling silly for speaking to a closed door. The scrabbling, scratching sound stopped, the doorknob to the bathroom jiggled. Myungsoo took a tentative step forward.

"Myungsoo!"

It was indeed Sungyeol. He sounded panicky, close to tears. Myungsoo frowned, concerned.

"What is it? Are you alright?" Myungsoo pressed his palm to the door, flinging the umbrella somewhere in the direction of the couch.

"I can't get out. Help." Sungyeol's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to swallow his panic, and it had gotten stuck in his throat. Myungsoo wondered how long the boy had been locked inside the bathroom. The lock had always been faulty, and Myungsoo hadn't bothered locking the door when he used the bathroom, because he was the only one who used it, and he could almost guarantee nobody would disturb him. It was one of the (many) perks of living alone.

And Sungyeol must have been the unlucky person who'd tried to use the lock, when it had gotten stuck, unable to be twisted open again, to free himself. Myungsoo smiled a bit. The boy's luck was really rotten.

"It's okay, you'll find a way out by morning...I'm going back to sleep!" Myungsoo joked. And then he heard Sungyeol's sobs, and muffled 'Don't go's, and realised the boy was truly terrified. Myungsoo held his breath. He'd not been serious. He'd not meant to frighten Sungyeol.

"It's alright. I won't really..." He hastened to assure the boy, but the sound didn't stop. "Have you tried twisting and jiggling the lock a little? That might work..." Myungsoo leaned against the door, so that his mouth barely touched the smooth wood.

No response.

"Yah. Can you hear me?" Myungsoo raised his voice a little. He could hear Sungyeol's ragged breaths now. It sounded almost like he was having a panic attack or something.

"Sungyeol!" Myungsoo tried again, voice even louder this time. "Sungyeol, are you okay?" Myungsoo slammed his hand on the door, as if he could break down the door, and get the boy out.

"Could... Could you turn on the light. Please...?" Sungyeol's voice was unsteady. Myungsoo glanced at the gap between the door and the floor. Black. It was black. Myungsoo felt even worse for the boy. How long had he been stuck there, locked alone in the darkness? Myungsoo remembered how Sungyeol had the lamp next to the couch when Myungsoo had turned the rest of the lights out, and returned to his room for the night. At first, Myungsoo had dismissed it as he'd just thought the boy needed to retrieve something in his bag, or make some adjustments to his makeshift bed.

Realisation struck Myungsoo now.

Myungsoo flipped the switch for the bathroom light on (it was outside the bathroom), but nothing happened. Sungyeol made a strangled sound.

"It didn't turn on." He pointed out unneccessarily, and Myungsoo heard him flop against the door, defeated. Myungsoo leaned against the door too, annoyed at the irritating, ungiving piece of wood that separated them. He cursed the bulb, that had chosen that exact night to blow.

"Sungyeol." Myungsoo's voice reached the boy through the door. It was gentle. It didn't sound like Myungsoo. "Sungyeol, are you afraid of the dark?"

Sungyeol went silent again. Then, "No..." But his voice was unsteady, as if he didn't believe himself either. Myungsoo exhaled heavily through his nose.

"Wait here." And he turned back to his bedroom.

"Myungsoo?" Sungyeol's voice was wild.

"I'll be back," He promised, as he rushed to his bedside drawer, yanked it open, and rummaged about, throwing stuff over his shoulder. All the while he was doing this, he kept up a meaningless, one-sided conversation about school, and homework, and the weather, so that Sungyeol wouldn't feel so alone in the darkness.

"Found it." Myungsoo sighed in relief, and caught up the key. He wasn't sure if this would work--afterall, the lock was just crazy stiff, it wasn't as if it had been accidentally locked on the inside, and Myungsoo wanted to let himself in.

"Ow."

The lock was stiff. Myungsoo inserted the key, but he couldn't seem to turn it more than a fraction, so he had to lean his weight onto the small piece of metal jutting out of the keyhole, and the steel bit into his fingers. There was a silence in the bathroom that scared him more than Sungyeol's whimpers, his sobs.

"One moment. Hang on in there." Myungsoo didn't know if Sungyeol heard him or not, because there was no response.

Myungsoo grew desperate, and jerked the key hard, and drove his mind to forget the pain in his thumb, and finally, finally, the lock gave way, just that little bit. His spirits soared, he gave one last savage twist, before the door unlocked, and Sungyeol launched himself onto Myungsoo, as if Sungyeol was a shipwrecked survivor, and Myungsoo was his sole piece of dry land in sight.

One arm wrapped awkwardly across Sungyeol's heaving shoulders, the other hand patting his drenched back, Myungsoo frowned when cold wetness seeped through his night shirt, and raised goosebumps on his neck. Sungyeol was clutching his dripping school shirt against his chest, that was squished up against Myungsoo's in the hug, and made matching damp patches on their shirts. Myungsoo looked at it pointedly in the semi-darkness. When Sungyeol had arrived at his apartment, he'd been clad in his gym attire.

"What...?" Myungsoo tilted his chin in the shirt's direction. He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to.

Sungyeol looked down at the wet shirt in his hand too, and tried to hide it behind his back--but of course it was too late, and Myungsoo saw the brown patches on the shirt, that looked faded, and smudged by the water on the shirt. Myungsoo took Sungyeol by the shoulders.

"That's..." Myungsoo trailed off again, glancing up at Sungyeol's face. The boy wouldn't meet his eyes. But Myungsoo didn't need confirmation. He already knew.

Blood. Sungyeol had been trying to wash blood off his school shirt.

"Why?" Myungsoo couldn't understand. He was pretty sure the blood was Sungyeol's. Was he hurt somewhere else on his body? It wasn't just his face? Myungsoo eyed Sungyeol up and down worriedly, checking for more injuries, but Sungyeol just flinched, and avoided his touch, so Myungsoo stopped trying, and looked up when Sungyeol next spoke.

"It...I fell. I have to wear this tomorrow, so I had to wash it." Sungyeol's voice was dull. Myungsoo's expression changed. He was furious.

"Who did this to you?" He bit out, and every word was clear, and he felt Sungyeol's shoulders sag under his hands. Sungyeol didn't look up from where his hands bunched around his shirt so hard his knuckles went white.

"I fell." He insisted, and Myungsoo knew he wouldn't be able to wring the truth from the boy. Not tonight at least. So he plastered a smile on his face, and waved at Sungyeol.

"Wash it later. Wear one of mine for now. Go to sleep, there's still five hours till we have to wake up for school." Myungsoo took the shirt that was now dripping a puddle in the middle of his living room, and tossed it in the washing basket. When he returned to his room, Sungyeol followed, and Myungsoo let him, because he could see how badly shaken the boy still was. It was only after Sungyeol curled into a ball under his covers, that Myungsoo stopped to think. Why was he being so nice?

This was weird. 

Not, because he was being so nice to such a new friend, but because he'd never asked himself the question till then. Myungsoo got into the other side of the bed, and raised his head on one arm, watching the boy's shoulders rise and fall in sleep, then realised that he was probably developing stalker-ish tendencies, and flopped over, and tried most unsuccessfully to get a decent amount of sleep for the rest of that night.

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Frankly, Myungsoo had never seen Sungyeol (or anyone else, for that matter), look happier than the guy did, bouncing along the pavement as they walked to school together. Myungsoo watched as Sungyeol's head bobbed up and down with one raised eyebrow. Then, he realised that other members of the public were also looking at Sungyeol weirdly, and he felt embarassed for Sungyeol. Anyone would think Sungyeol'd just made his first friend or something. 

"Yah!" Myungsoo hissed, "Quit that."

Sungyeol looked curiously down at him.

"Quit what?" He scratched his head, still skipping along, to Myungsoo's frustration.

"Bouncing around. Walk like a normal person, 'kay?" Myungsoo rolled his eyes. Sungyeol smiled in comprehension.

"'Kay!" Sungyeol gave Myungsoo a thumbs-up sign. He'd stopped hopping about, but there was still an undeniable spring in his step. Although Sungyeol was one year his senior, Myungsoo couldn't help feeling old around the guy. Like where did he get all that energy from? Myungsoo studied Sungyeol out of the corner of his eye, bringing one hand up to his chin thoughtfully. Then he realised that chin- was seriously old man behaviour, and dropped his hand hastily. He seemed to have aged infinitely last night, staying up wondering (and not worrying) about Sungyeol's bloodied shirt, his scrape, his bruises. Sungyeol on the other hand, had slept soundly, which was (probably) one of the reasons why the boy was so energetic today, while Myungsoo felt zombie-ified.

They reached Woollim High School's gates, and Myungsoo turned around to Sungyeol.

"Bye." Myungsoo managed a lopsided grin, and put his hand in the air.

Sungyeol looked reluctant, and hung around the gates, and waved, and watched Myungsoo disappear into the school building, before going on his way down the road to his own school.

Myungsoo's eager fingers fished out the phone that vibrated almost instantly, just as he'd hoped it would.

Sungyeol: Thanks for letting me stay the night.

Myungsoo realised that they had not decided on their next outing together. His fingers danced over the screen.

Myungsoo: Come over again today. You need to collect your shirt. Don't forget.

Then Myungsoo remembered that the shirt was wet, and not likely to be washed and dried all in one go today, and he tried to think of another excuse, but Sungyeol's reply was positive, and he relaxed.

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Gah. Okayy. So. Nothing much happened in this chappie.... Sorry guysssss.....I'll get started on the next chappie asap, and there might (?) be a double update tonight... althoughhhhh *checks clock* It's 9.31pm here alr =.=