???'s POV    Why does Seungho hyung keep hanging out with those guys? And why does that dude keep calling him 'panda hyung'? Hyung never let me call him that! Does hyung like him? Wait. Why do I care? If hyung wants to be happy with someone else, I should be happy, too. If he wants to date some other guy, I should let him. I should be a supportive and good friend... But I won't. Because hyung's mine! Mine, mine, mine! He belongs to me! So don't touch him, talk to him, look at him, or even breathe the same air as him, you little-    "Oh, hi, Seungho hyung!" He smiled and I felt my heart skip a beat.    "Hi, dongsaeng." My heart stopped skipping and it broke a little. That's all I'll ever be to him. Just a dongsaeng.    "What can I do for you?" He started to blush.    "Well, I kinda need your help with something."    "Sure! Anything for hyung." His smile widened.    "Awesome. Okay, so I wanted to confess to someone," Excuse me? "and I wanted you to help me prepare. Can you come to the school's garden after school ends?" At this point, my heart was shattered and I felt dead inside. I can't let hyung know. He looks too happy; I don't want to ruin it.    "Of course. I'll be there." Fake smiles. Fake smiles everywhere.    "Thanks, dongsaeng. You're the best!" A tight hug. And now my heart is hacked into tiny bits and pieces.    "Do you think he'll say yes?" Is he serious? "Because I'm not all that great and-"    "Stop. Stop right there. Don't say that hyung. Don't ever say that. Not that great? You're perfect! I don't even know where to start. You can sing, dance, rap, beatbox, act, play multiple instruments, do acrobatics, knit, do magic tricks. You are very good with children, you are one of the most strongest people I've ever met, physically and mentally. You are... I don't know. Words can't describe how amazing you are. Don't ever get worried or anything. You're perfect. Okay? Okay." With that said, I got up and left the room. I tried not to cry over the fact that hyung loves someone. That's not me. Kyungsoo's POV    "Jongin, can you hand me the calculator?" I blindly held my hand out. Instead of being handed the device, I felt a pair of soft lips kiss my palm. "That's not a calculator."    Jongin chuckled. "I know."    "So can I have the real one?" He shook his head. "You're such a child."    "I know. But you love me right?" I scrunched my nose and kissed him sweetly.    "Unfortunately, yes." He laughed again. It was music to my ears.    "Alright. Class dismissed. Go away." Mr. Cho dismissed us and I saw Seungho bounce off the walls, towards his next class.    "He seems pretty excited." I laughed when I heard a shout of happiness.    "Jongin... How come you didn't confess to me like that?" He sliently reached for my hand.    "Because no amount of balloons or flowers or confession