“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“For the billionth time, Jiho, no.” Kyung lets his head fall forward onto his desk. It’s Saturday and he’s trying his hardest to slog through some homework, but his so-called best friend is being beyond annoying and insisting that they go on a date.

“For the billionth time, Park Kyung, yes,” Jiho retorts childishly. He’s currently sprawled across Kyung’s bed, giving his best friend puppy dog eyes and a pout. “Come on. It’s Saturday. You can finish your homework tomorrow.”

“It’s not just about my homework,” Kyung says, turning to glare at the annoyance in his bed. “It’s you. I’m not going on a date with you. Being gay goes against my religion.”

Jiho rolls his eyes. “Your religion makes life boring.”

Kyung turns back to his homework huffily. “If you were really my friend, you would respect my decisions and back the off.”

“If you were really my friend, you would go to the movies with me and stop being a little ,” Jiho replies without hesitation. “Come on, Kyunggie. It’s one movie date. You can pretend it’s not a date.”

“It’s not a date,” Kyung snaps, and then curses himself because internally he’s already agreed to go.

Jiho picks up on this and grins. “Great.” He whips out his phone. “I’ll buy tickets right now.”

Kyung tries to protest, but the words die in his throat. Jiho seems really happy, and he knows it’s not really a date, so it should be okay. “Fine,” he finally grumbles.

Jiho is beside himself as they catch the bus away from campus, crowded with other Academy students taking advantage of the warm May afternoon. He chatters away excitedly about the movie they’re going to watch. Kyung nods along whenever it seems appropriate, but mostly he’s not listening.

He and Jiho have been friends for forever. Not just friends, but best friends. And for most of that relationship, Jiho had been hitting on Kyung. Jiho likes to flirt. It doesn't matter who he flirts with. No one is safe from him. But he's always seemed exceptionally drawn to Kyung.

At first Kyung thought it was just because they were best friends, but now he wasn’t so sure. He was starting to suspect that Jiho’s feelings for him were a bit more genuine, and that terrified him for several reasons. One, because Kyung isn’t gay. His religion has no gray area regarding homouality, and his religion is very important to him. Two, because Kyung is terrified that he might also have feelings for Jiho that go beyond those of ordinary friendship.

It had started as something small, the flutter of his heart whenever Jiho leaned in close to whisper something or when he gently touched Kyung’s hand. But over time it had grown, and Kyung is terrified of what those small heart flutters are turning into.

The movie theater is crowded when they arrive, but there are lots of other groups of guys so Kyung doesn’t feel too out of place when Jiho prints their tickets out of the automatic machine and they head into the theater with their sodas and popcorn to find their seats.

Kyung doesn’t pay much attention to the movie. He should, he knows, but it’s difficult to pay attention to anything when Jiho is pressed so close against him, leaning in to whisper comments throughout the film, offering him popcorn or a sip of his soda once Kyung’s has run out. Even though Kyung enjoys every minute of it, he can’t wait for it to end so he can put these thoughts and ideas out of his mind.

Jonghyun is dragged out of slumber by something heavy and warm perched oh-so-tantalizingly over his hips. He forces the last dredges of sleep from his brain and weakly opens his eyes; the bright morning sunlight is unforgiving, even though the blinds are drawn over the window.

Of course it’s his boyfriend who has chosen to make him a chair. Jonghyun isn’t surprised by this in the least. Kibum usually makes use of Jonghyun at will, whether he needs an arm rest – a constant reminder that Jonghyun is shorter than his boyfriend – or something to sit on. Jonghyun usually grumbles about it quite a lot, but he doesn’t really  mind.

He smiles lazily, peering up at the beautiful face above him, haloed by the bright sunshine.

“Good morning,” Kibum beams down at him cutely.

Jonghyun’s smile widens. “It always is when I wake up next to you.”

Kibum pretends to gag, but he’s biting back a smile. “You’re so cheesy. It’s disgusting.”

Jonghyun only laughs and rolls over, so that now he is the one hovering above Kibum. His boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind much, making himself comfortable on the bed and leaning up just enough to brush their lips together tantalizingly. “So to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Kibum blushes a little bit. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to show my boyfriend how much I love him.”

Jonghyun laughs. “You’re a terrible liar. I know it’s our anniversary.”

Kibum beams. “So you didn’t forget.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Jonghyun assures him, leaning in for another, more thorough kiss. “How could I forget that it’s been two years of your nagging?”

Kibum hits him on the arm with a squawk of indignation.

Jonghyun laughs again. “I’m only kidding. You know these last two years have been the best of my life.”

Kibum seems placated, as he pulls Jonghyun down for another steamy kiss, this one lasting quite a bit longer than the others. “And we have so many more to go, you know.”

“I know,” Jonghyun grins wolfishly, but then there is no room for talking as they fall into one another’s familiar embrace.