Rain drops pattered on the window, like an unwanted guest trying to break into the warmth of a well-loved home. Through the window the soft blue light shone on a curled up being, a large pale powder blue plush cradled in his arms. The room was quiet bar the rhythmical soft moist breath of the sleeper and the accompanying hum of his computer which was seldom turned off. A lemon stream of light entered the room as the door was carefully opened; a younger boy stood peering quietly in at the sleeping figure. He crept inside, his feet padded on the worn wooden floors, the soft fabric of his patterned pyjama bottoms chafed gently as he made his way over to the bed, doing his best to be silent in his movements. His boyish hand pulled back the thick blanket just enough for him to slip inside the warm cocoon. The young intruder scowled at the fluffy beast in-between his body and his hyung’s but he decided to just leave it there, making note to kick the plush puppy in the morning for being such a blockade between him and his hyung. A yawn escaped his mouth as the intoxicating warmth surrounded him again, lulling him into a deep and comfortable sleep, the kind one would wish to never wake up from. His hyung stirred in the bed as his hand came in contact with the cotton fabric of his dongsaeng’s t-shirt, his eyes parted open as he investigated the intruder in his bed and a bemused smile tugged at this lips,

“Juneo-ah…”

It wasn’t unusual nor was it unexpected that Junho would sneak into his elder’s bedroom, inviting himself to spend the night and then to disappear in the morning, leaving no trace that he had entered the room at all. Although Minjun was very much aware of his midnight visitor, he never cared to mention it aloud to his younger, preferring to keep up the impression that he had no idea about Junho coming into his bed every so often uninvited. Well, he didn’t want to embarrass him after all.  In fact, there were a lot of things about Junho that Minjun turned a blind eye to; the way he would eye him up in the practise room, always looking for an excuse to or hit him, it wasn’t hard for Minjun to see the signs, and if he were honest about it, he didn’t mind the increasing affection he received from the quiet hot-tempered boy. And so, Junho lived in a playful bliss as he naively perused his young crush on his elder, completely unaware the other knew exactly what he was doing.

As the time passed, Junho’s moves became more daring and did not escape the observation of the others. The hot-blooded boy bickered constantly with s whenever they raised the suggestion that Junho’s admiration of Minjun was more than mere friendliness. Undoubtedly, he rejected the idea, hissing curses at the others not to breathe a word of these rumours to his hyung. But although his voice conveyed the seriousness in his threats and sharp retorts, his face played the guilty witness by turning a bright pink, much to the amusement of his hyungs.

Junho didn’t know since when he enjoyed watching his hyung so much, but it just happened somehow that Junho found him constantly fascinating to observe. He loved watching the quaint mannerisms of his hyung, the way his tongue would momentarily poke out every so often, the way his slender long fingers pressed on the ivory keys of his piano with such ease, the sharp slope of his jawline… Junho was captivated by his every fibre of being.  It was probably inevitable that the young boy couldn’t help but be drawn to the bubbly and cheerful demeanour of his hyung. Minjun’s nature was to be caring to his dongsaengs, through his reassuring touches, the gentle teasing to diffuse tense situations, his sturdy shoulders where Junho found he could rely on in times of weakness... No matter what, Minjun would always be there for him, Junho would tell himself often, nodding in agreement to his own statement. No matter what, he would always be there for him. He loved his hyung, as a brother loves another... or was it something more. Not even Junho was sure of that anymore. He couldn't deny the rush he felt whenever he touched his hyung, often lingering near him just to be pulled into an embrace as his hyung was quite giving in the skinship department. But whatever Junho felt, he was definite more than anything else, that he would never let his hyung find out.