"You and Myungsoo better have kissed already..." One could easily notice the annoyance in Sungjong's tone. But seriously, it had been three months since Myungsoo and Sungyeol had cried in eachother's arms. Three months.. And Sungjong was about to kick his cousin in the if he didn't do anything about it in the next few days. 

                "It's not that easy..."

                "What's not easy??"

                Sungyeol blushed, "He doesn't like me, Sungjong. Stop this, please... "

                The youngest really didn't know whether he should film their interactions and show Sungyeol to open his eyes, or if he should slap his forehead, so he went with the second one. And Sungjong wasn't a weak guy, despite his skinny appearance. With a wince and a pout, Sungyeol thought it was better not to hit Sungjong back if he wanted to live. 

                "Look, Hyung. It took you almost three months to realize that you had feelings for him. I swear to God if you don't go confess right now I'll kick your so hard it'll be sore and you'll be limping!"

                Anyone that doesn't want to die young should do exactly as an angry Sungjong tells them to. And since Sungyeols wasn't that dumb yet, he decided it was better if he asked Myungsoo to meet him at the park. He wasn't really planning on confessing, to be honest, but he didn't mind to spend some time with him at all. 

                But his wide smile quickly vanished when he saw the usual cold expression from Myungsoo. "What do you want now?".

                Sungyeol didn't reply. Instead he sighed and sat down in a bench. Why is he always so cold to me? Doesn't he know it hurts?  

                "Yah, Choding! Don't just ignore me after making me come here!"

                Sungyeol immediately looked up surprised, "What did you just call me?"

                Myungsoo looked him into his eyes blankly and repeated the word, "Choding"

                Choding... 

               The nickname was trying to ring something in his brain. Something he was missing... 

                Myungsoo realized it sooner then Sungyeol himself, so he waved his hands as if to cut the subject. And it did work. Let's just say that Sungyeol really isn't the smartest person, nor the fastest in terms of thinking. And maybe he was also too into Myungsoo's deep eyes that he forgot the topic right away. The younger one felt a huge need of facepalming right then, but controlled himself. It had to be karma that he fell in love with such a dumb guy. But what had he done wrong before? "Maybe I should've confessed..." 

                   Sungyeol looked up at him confused, "What do you mean?"

                Myungsoo's eyes widened as he tapped his mouth in regret for letting that slip from his tongue. But as easy as it was for him, Sungyeol quickly forgot it. Or so he thought.

                The two walked around the park, silently side by side. It didn't bother the hyperactive Sungyeol the slightest. In fact, it amused him to peek on Myungsoo's soft smile when he wasn't aware he was being observed. They sat down by a large tree, with him admiring Myungsoo as he read the same book over again. He would capture every reaction from the youngest. Every frown, every shy smile, every threatning tear. Everything, really. To him, Myungsoo was really fantastic. And he could get easily lost on his thoughts about him. It was Myungsoo invading his mind once again, but he had gotten used to it after a while. 

                  "Sungyeol, don't burn your head with all that thinking"  Sungjong chuckled. 

                  "Yah, Jongie, get lost"

                 "Jeez, are we having a bad day, Hyung?"

                  Sungyeol held his knees tighter and looked down, "Ne.."

                  "Aish, just go ask around to see if anyone knows the girl"

                  "That's not it, Jongie..."

                   "Then what?"

                  "Even her... " He tried to find the right words, but the realization was difficult to swallow. He felt like everyone was pointing their fingers at him for something so small, but that meant a lot to him. ".. She also thinks I'm childish..."

                  Sungjong cracked out laughing, "Seriously Hyung, I for a moment thought you had something serious going on in that small brain of yours".

                  He pouted at his dongsaeng's heartless remark, "Thanks a lot.."

                 "You're welcome~" Sungjong chanted as he resumed gossiping through texts.

                   Sungyeol snapped out of his thoughts and stared at Myungsoo more intensely. Now everything made sense to him. It was Myungsoo who drew that portrait years ago. It had to be him. The same type of drawing, the same life on the paper. And 'Choding'. Myungsoo was the only one who ever called him that. People would call him 'kid', 'childish', 'baby', sometimes, but never 'choding'. There was only one time when someone did call him that. 

                     The poem...

                     He couldn't take his eyes from the boy that was still buried on his book. He couldn't believe it. The genius boy, the gorgeous cold prince, the amazingly-nice-guy-afteral, Myungsoo, liked him. It just didn't sound real enough to him. And the fact that it hadn't been like that for days, but years, made Sungyeol even more confused. Why didn't he try to know me sooner? But even if he spent all his life wondering, he wouldn't get there, The answer was hiding inside Myungsoo, and he would have to ask him later. Later.

                     "I'll punch your childish features if you don't stop staring at me" Myungsoo threatened, feeling his cheeks preparing to heat up at the realization. Sungyeol only then noticed how stupid he was looking, and so he adverted his gaze. Myungsoo sighed, and closed the book. "Do you think a girl would accept your long lasting feelings if she had just met you?"
                      The question took him by surprise. What could he possibly mean by that? Don't tell me... His heart stopped when everything finally came to him. Myungsoo was in love with him, and that was why he was so into that book. He wanted to know if he had any chances, like the guy on his book. Sungyeol smiled, feeling full on his chest, and simply said "You only know one point of view. Trust me, the other might be a surprise to you when you finally see it". Myungsoo, the genius, didn't know what to think of that answer, which made Sungyeol a bit proud of himself.

                        Myungsoo bought him ice cream to keep him busy enough not to think. It was weird for Myungsoo to look at Sungyeol and see a different guy than the one he was used to. He wondered when Sungyeol started being like that. He feared Sungyeol had always been a smart boy that could actually solve every problem out with some effort. But then again, it was Sungyeol he was talking about. He cared way more about his dreamland than his real life. Myungsoo suddenly felt his heart falling with realization that he really knew nothing about the real Sungyeol. He had always judged him as if he knew him from the start, but he didn't. In fact, the shy prince was clearer for Sungyeol than the other way around. 

                          Sungyeol would think about that sometimes too. He wondered if he would ever know how Myungsoo really is, if he would ever open up to him. He didn't want to be the only one  showing his true self. He didn't want to be the only one being nice and romantic, and giving hints about his feeli-- Sungyeol stopped walking for a second before the ice cream again, more delighted than ever. Could he get any dumber? He chuckled to himself and walked closer to Myungsoo. All this time, he hadn't given many hints, to be honest. Not as many as Myungsoo. Myungsoo even tried to confess, even if he gave up on the idea. Maybe he should try it...?

                          He grabbed Myungsoo's hand and decided to take him to his house once again, surprising the younger one who was starting to blush a little. Sungyeol kept smiling all the way, and Myungsoo didn't know whether to feel relieved or scared of whatever was going through his mind right now. 

                           Sungyeol opened the door to his room and threw himself to his bed, still smiling. The confused guy that was eyeing him equally as dumb-like, decided to sit down on the chair next to his desk instead. He observed the beautiful smile Sungyeol was showing and his heart immediately reacted. How much longer would he be able to hide it? He needed to feel that smile in the form of something else. A hug...? Maybe. He needed Sungyeol's warmth to hold him to sleep, or just as a hello. He needed to feel more of their hands together, because the touch was still burning when they pulled their hands back. He sighed, knowing he was lying to himself. He didn't need nor wanted a simple touch from Sungyeol. He needed more. He needed love. In the form of a kiss, perhaps? He wasn't sure how he wanted it, he just knew he did.

                              But Sungyeol was never the type of guy to confess his feelings. Not that he had liked anyone else before, that is. It was all new to him. Just as new as it was for Myungsoo. Sungyeol knew it. He sat up and looked straight into Myungsoo's eyes, "Thank you for the drawing". Myungsoo nodded, not noticing the hint in Sungyeol's words.

                               "No need to thank, it was just a drawing"

                                "Two drawings, actually"

                             Time seemed to stop, and Myungsoo's frozen gaze was too scared to meet Sungyeol's. The latter got the idea and laughed it off, saying he was going to make some tea. He went to the kitchen without asking his dongsaeng if he wanted some tea as well, but it didn't matter. Myungsoo wasn't going to move for a while, shock invading his soul as he started to regret everything.
                            

                               Sungyeol happily made the tea and unpacked some melon mochis he bought the day before. Unlike Myungsoo, he couldn't feel happier. He felt like jumping around and faint in Myungsoo's arms never to wake up again. He looked at the mochis with a lovesick smile and ate one. His thoughts were so full of Myungsoo that he had no other emotion running on his veins other than love. Shaking his head quickly and slapping his face to wake up from his dream, he made his way back to the room. 
                                   
                                  He blinked once he saw Myungsoo looking down and playing with his fingers like a lost child. It made him feel slightly bad, but he didn't know why would he feel guilty at all. He hasn't good at comforting people, so he decided cheering him up was the best idea. He stuffed one mochi on Myungsoo's mouth, making the younger boy cough like crazy. "Omo, I'm so sorry!". He patted Myungsoo's back, but the latter just glared back as he recovered. He felt extremely embarrassed after ruining their perfect 'date'. "Sorry...", he rubbed the back of his neck and bowed slightly his head. 
                                   Myungsoo sighed, not able to resist his Hyung's charms anymore, and looked somewhere else. "It's ok. Just don't be an next time". Sungyeol pouted and nodded as he took a mochi and offered him another one. Myungsoo 'forced' a smile and accepted it out of politeness, he told himself. 

                                     Sungyeol was back to being the joyful one after 5 minutes. Myungsoo kept telling him he looked weird, but Sungyeol didn't mind, as long as Myungsoo didn't look annoyed. How could he be in the first place, if Sungyeol was being so ridiculous, yet so perfect? He facepalmed mentally at his hopeless heart. It was most certainly karma taking revenge of him for something he must've done in a previous life.

                                     They were walking (hand in hand once again, since it was impossible to keep one's hand away when Sungyeol's grip was so soft but tight) down the road to Myungsoo's house. It was almost night, and even if they didn't want to let go, they eventually would have to. 

                                     "I had so much fun today, Myunggie~ " Sungyeol smiled at the said boy, who just looked away in response. "Really, I mean it" 

                                      "No, you don't..." Myungsoo looked down, taking Sungyeol's heart to the ground with him. 

                                      Sungyeol was taken back with his sentence. Does he think I'm joking? "Myungsoo, look at me.." 

                                      He did. After hesitating for not knowing what to expect, he did look at him. He didn't want to, though. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the sweet feeling of those sugar lips over his, but he couldn't. He felt like a statue made of a type of stone that would either stay still forever, or break down in pieces. 

                                    Never had he seen Sungyeol looking so serious. After what felt like forever, the guy opened his eyes and made him melt with his intense gaze. He pulled back, smiling softly this time. Part of him was happy because he finally did what he had wanted to do for a while. The other part was simply amused by the fact that he left a red-cheeked Myungsoo breathless with such a innocent kiss. He chuckled at the effort the other one was making on retrieving his breath to his body.                                

                                 Myungsoo looked at Sungyeol, blushing madly because he liked it a lot, but still he had to maintain his pride, so he glared. More like he tried, because with such a cute view, Sungyeol could only smile wider. "I hate kisses", Myungsoo said.

                                  Sungyeol laughed a bit broken, "Of course you do. You hate everything". He was trying to think positive, he really was. But since it was Myungsoo he was talking to, he could never be sure. Myungsoo could lift his hopes so high, but in the moment after drop them so low... It was hard for him to be doing all the work, and Myungsoo just wasn't helping. For the contrary, he was hurting him a little...

                                  Myungsoo looked away, not sure of what to think nor what to say. He wanted to repeat that kiss for real, and not only on his mind that was insisting on playing the video over and over again. He touched his lips slowly, searching for traces of Sungyeol's lips still on his, only to find emptiness. His lips no longer felt right without the other kissing him. They felt cold and abandoned. Truth be told, he just wanted to kiss Sungyeol until his lips got numb. He wanted to have Sungyeol just for him after that. But he was scared... Scared he would be rejected. Scared Sungyeol would get tired. Scared he would leave, like she did... 

                                   "You know..." Myungsoo looked at him, scared of the words he was about to listen. Sungyeol's voice shook with uncertainty. He let out a shy and weak chuckle before continuing, "I started liking you because you were so different from everyone else. You were the total opposite I was used to. You are like an adventure that I'll never get bored of. Finding the way to your heart is what I'm urging to do ever since we met. I was just too dumb to realize that you had always been there." Sungyeol looked down, facing the shoes that seemed to be safer than facing the one he was confessing to. "S-Sungjong had been telling me to do this for so long, but I never actually did... I waited for you to show up and confess, but you never did... I sometimes thought that it had just been a mistake, and it really hurted me because no one actually likes me for who I am..."

                                 The cold guy felt utterly bad with the speech, and felt like holding the fragile Sungyeol tightly, only to see his smile again. But he didn't dare to move, nor even word his thoughts. He respected his speech, and kept listening with his heart on his hands. 

                                 "And I don't know what you feel, to be honest. I'm so scared of finding out I've been reaching wrong conclusions all this time, and wake up to a bitter reality where you just want me away... I-I love you, Myungsoo.  I'm sorry I took so long to find out. And I'm also sorry for being annoying all the time... I just wanted to be your friend and prove you I wasn't fake like you think... " Sungyeol felt his cheeks wet, and only then realized his eyes were tearing up. He choked a bit on the words, and wiped them off his face. "I love being with you, and I love everything we share. I really wish you would feel the same. But everytime I think you do, you always break my heart with some cold statement... You hate everything I do, and everything I am". That was it for Sungyeol. He broke down in tears. Myungsoo swallowed his heart, feeling guilty as he could, and caressed Sungyeol's face as he cleaned it from the tears' stains. 

                                Sungyeol gladly, but sadly, accepted the gesture. "That's not true, Sungyeol. like some things about you".

                                The older one looked at his dongsaeng, once again unsure, "Like what?".

                                 Myungsoo took a deep breath and connected their lips in a second kiss with some added pressure. Sungyeol's smile was surprisingly coming back, calming his sobs as it replaced them with lesser doubts. Myungsoo pulled back to witness it. He left his pride behind and smiled softly. They just looked at eachother lovingly for a few seconds, before Myungsoo interrupted the silence to tell Sungyeol something that meant a lot more to him than the so known 'I love you':

"I love your smile"

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First of all, I hope Nini liked it since I kind of wrote this fic for her. (did you, did you?? *-*)

Secondly, I hope this didn't as much as it sounds to me like it did, because it really took a lot of mental effort to put the ideas together and find inspiration! 

Mianhae for it being so rushed, I think, but the fic was actually meant to have only 4-5 chapters max. I don't even know how it got here... 

Anyways, I'm really glad I have people that subscribed and liked this fic, it made me a bit proud *^*  (you know who I'm talking about) Thank you guys so much!!

If you didn't like the ending, mianhae... If you did, I'm glad it didn't disappointed you, because I meant to finish it with this sentence from the start.