Byunghee smirks and leans over a tired Cheolyong, earning a noise of surprise. “Hyung, what are you doing? Are you going to tickle me? Get off hyung,” says Cheolyong in no mood to play with his hyung. 

    The maknae is cut off by another pair of lips on his. He gasps in surprise and tries to push Byunghee off, to no avail. The elder is significantly stronger then the younger, Cheolyong being weak and tired; flops almost lifelessly as Byunghee continues to advance. Byunghee grabs Cheolyoung’s shirt and brings him in for another kiss, Cheolyong closes his eyes to block out the image, unable to do much else.

    Byunghee suddenly cringes, as he pulls back for air. Feeling more repulsed then ever, he falls back on the bed, letting Cheolyong fall back with a thump. Byunghee immediately realizing what he had done gets up to fix the rapper onto the pillows. “Mireu-I, I am so sorry,” the main singer starts and breaks out into tears, “I don't know what to do anymore.”

    Cheolyong shakes his head, “Hyung its fine, don't apologize, I know what you’re going through right now with Leader-nim and all.”

    “Don’t pretend to understand. You could never understand, you don't know how it feels to watch the person you love stare at someone else when they've committed to you. Do you know how fake those promises of love sound?” Byunghee trails off bitterly.

    “I don’t know hyung tell me,” says Cheolyong encouraging the man to continue.

    “Seungho whispers that he only loves me every night, every single ing night when he thinks I don't know.  Like he needs to apologize for some stupid that he’s done-“ Byunghee stops and takes a deep breath, “If he doesn't love me then he should just stop lying to himself.”

    “Hyung, you should talk to Seungho-“ Cheolyong is cut off by Changsun entering the room.

    “Ah-Joonie hyung,” says Cheolyong quietly.

    “I heard raised voices, everything okay?” asks Changsun.

    “Yeah, just having a heated debate about the best way to make ramen,” says Byunghee getting up quickly, squeezing Cheolyong’s hand. “I’ll try to talk it out Mireu, thanks,” whispers Byunghee, kissing the maknae’s forehead, “rest well my favorite maknae and don’t let Changsun get to you.”

    “Are you sure everything’s okay Cheolyong?” asks Changsun slightly worried at what he had heard earlier, knowing that what Byunghee had said earlier to cover up was a complete lie.

    “Hyung it's fine,” reassures Cheolyong, tired from the previous ordeal.

“You can tell me if you need to,” Changsun presses, worried.

“Hyung, I told you its fine. Please, I need to rest my head is spinning right now,” Cheolyong prompts the elder to leave, his hormones starting to kick in.

    Sanghyun enters the room wordlessly, handing the maknae tea. Cheolyong takes it gratefully, patting the space next to him, Sanghyun joins and brings the younger in to cuddle. The younger does it obligingly, using his free hand to get settled in Sanghyun’s lap and the other to balance a full mug of tea.

    Changsun scowls and leaves the room, realizing that his place in Cheolyong’s heart, as a friend, lover, and confidant was getting taken over by Sanghyun. It made him resentful, anger and sadness driving him to the blade that gave welcomed refuge from pain.