"Kyungsoo-ah..." Jongin whispered to the boy lying beside him.

They were fourteen back then, Kyungsoo remembered clearly. Now that he thinks back onto it, he didn't know when he was that young. 

He probably didn't know any better now, anyway.

"Yeah Jongin?" The once innocent wide-eyed boy whispered back, turning around to face his best friend. 

"I think.. I really like him." Jongin whispered, a faint blush creeped onto his face which caught Kyungsoo by surprised.

It was then that Kyungsoo first thought Jongin was pretty, and he was soon to find out that he will always think he's pretty, no matter how old they get. 

Time passes by and Kyungsoo four years later still finds himself tangled up in Jongin's sheets.

Only this time there were no teddy bears or car posters present, only the lingering smell of smoke and . 

"Kyungsoo? Hey are you okay?" Snuffing out his cigarette, Kyungsoo shrugged into his shirt and slid into a pair of jeans. 

Looking behind him to glance at the male still lying in the bed shirtless covered by nothing but pale sheets, all Kyungsoo could feel was his heart scrunching up  and his self-coniousness telling him 'I told you so.'  

"Take a ing hint Jongin."  

(not actually a story sorry not sorry)

ps. you guys really don't know how much this hurts in real life holy .

pss. i'm kyungsoo.