“Come inside then. I'll make some tea and then we'll see what else I can help you with.”

Sunggyu's words made Woohyun unbelievably happy; he couldn't seem to stop smiling as he waited in the living room. Sunggyu's place felt like a haven, warm and cozy, and Woohyun felt at home, even if it was just his second time there. It felt like Sunggyu was his home, like he's where he belonged.

Soft music started playing in the background. Woohyun waited by the piano in the living room, watching the silent television on the other side of the room, which Sunggyu seemed to have muted when he had heard his knocks on the door. The music was getting louder. Woohyun closed his eyes tiredly for a moment, and opened them again a minute later. 

What happened next was like a continuation of his dream from a couple of nights ago.

Woohyun had his pianist in his arms who then leaned in to kiss him. 

But this time, the pianist was Sunggyu. 

The elder male lifted him effortlessly up in his arms, Woohyun's knees around his hips and his arms around his neck, before putting him down on the couch and crawling on top of him. Sunggyu's lips never seemed to leave Woohyun's skin as he caressed every inch of his skin with almost seamless kisses from Woohyun's lips down to his jaw and then his neck. 

Woohyun squirmed a little under him. "I don't want to do this on the couch."

"What then? The floor?"

"No, Gyu." he laughed a bit, "The bed. It's only a few metres down the hall isn't it? Don't be lazy."

Woohyun rolled his eyes and tried to push Sunggyu off of himself, but the elder was too strong, and his hands were too soft, and the way he touched him was too eager, his kisses too passionate, and Woohyun loved this side of Sunggyu too much.

"Do you really want to bother moving to our room?" Sunggyu asked, pulling away from Woohyun a little to see his reaction, having sensed his hesitation just then.

Woohyun shook his head promptly. "Nope. Here is fine."

He curled his fingers behind Sunggyu's neck and pulled him back down into another heated kiss while Sunggyu's hands worked on his mission to unclothe Woohyun. 

- - - - -

"Woohyun. Wake up."

"Sunggyu?" Woohyun gripped the elder male's shoulder tightly, pulling himself up on the couch. With eyes wide, he took a deep breath and wiped some sweat off his forehead. Was he sick? He felt hot.

Sunggyu tilted his head a little closer to Woohyun, his expression filled with worry and confusion. 

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Um. Where's the bathroom?"

He couldn't wait for Sunggyu to point him in the right direction before running off and disappearing for twenty minutes. As he stood there, staring at his own reflection, Woohyun could almost still picture the kisses he had dreamt, all over his body. He felt them, too. 

How could that have been a dream. It felt more like a distant memory.

By the time he returned to Sunggyu in the living room, the tea the elder male had prepared for him was luke warm and the man himself was sprawled across the couch leisurely while watching the television. Wordlessly, Woohyun joined him, prompting him to move his limbs a little before sitting down by his side. Suddenly, Sunggyu laughed at something on the television but quickly broke into a fit of coughing as a result. 

"Are you sick?" Woohyun asked, reaching for Sunggyu's forehead. 

"Just a little. Since that day..." Sunggyu coughed again. He didn't have to mention any details about the day because it was obvious it was the day Woohyun accidentally pulled him into the pile of snow with him – the 'falling into the snow, laughing about it, then kissing' scenario from that evening was pretty cheesy now that he thought about it. How long had they lied there before Sunggyu brought them inside his house? Woohyun felt bad about it again.

"Sorry."

Sunggyu just laughed and coughed again at the same time, causing Woohyun to chuckle as well since it sounded funny. "Quit apologizing all the time, Woohyun. It's all you ever say when you're here."

Woohyun grinned playfully, "Yeah, sorry about that. It was my fault though, right?"

"Take responsibility then." Sunggyu suggested.

"Sure, I'll make dinner tonight. How does that sound?"

"Sounds delicious." Sunggyu chuckled, again with some coughs in between. "How have you been by the way?"

"I've been... I've just... been." Woohyun trailed off, thoughtfully.

For some reason Woohyun couldn't seem to find the words to explain what was going on in his life. It's not that Woohyun didn't want to tell Sunggyu about how bothered he felt about the fact that his best friend was in lust with his boyfriend, or the fact that he even had a boyfriend in the first place, and that this boyfriend would probably cry if he didn't go home soon, or how the cute little demon boss of his had fired him because he was sick of looking at Woohyun's face and needed a month long break from him.

He wasn't trying to hide any of that. It wouldn't bother him if Sunggyu found out he had a boyfriend. He just didn't want to talk about any of those things, not when he was with Sunggyu. Now why would he feel that way? He wasn't unfaithful or anything. He wasn't considering cheating on Dongwoo. Sunggyu was just a cool guy he had wanted to be friends with. That dream meant nothing. It was just –

"Okay." Sunggyu chuckled and coughed again.

"Okay?"

"You seemed to suddenly have a lot on your mind. As if there was a debate going on up there. It's fine if you don't tell me. It's probably none of my business." He smiled that gentle, charming smile that Woohyun suddenly realised he had missed so incredibly much.

He sighed. "Sunggyu. I have a boyfriend." 

Sunggyu didn't say anything. He just smiled a blank smile and nodded.

Woohyun then quickly changed the subject by telling Sunggyu all about his boss, Sungjong, just to move on from the topic of his unavailabilyity as quickly as possible. He could have picked a better topic though than another of his boyfriends, a former one this time.

"It was very unprofessional, right? Don't you think so too? That little demon..." Seeing Sunggyu nod, he continued, "How does one get sick of this anyway?" Woohyun pointed at his face with an incredulous expression, "I'd understand if he said it was because I kept calling him Jongie, which he hates. I think he secrely still fancies me since high school–"

When Sunggyu still didn't say anything, Woohyun kept running his mouth. In fact, the more Sunggyu stayed quiet, the more he started to tell him about himself, his best friend, and how much of players they had been during their high school days. He finally ended the conversation at the topic he had so desparately tried to avoid in the first place – the sweetest and most perfect angel in his life, Jang Dongwoo.

At that point, Woohyun's breath caught in his throat and his heart began to pound against his chest like a marching band, and Sunggyu's unreadable gaze wasn't helping. He couldn't stand it. The emotions that seemed to be more prominent than ever in Sunggyu's eyes now were all mixed and made no sense to Woohyun.

What was strained in Sunggyu's expression was definitely some sort of sadness. It didn't make sense to see such an expression in the eyes of someone who barely knew Woohyun at this stage.

"What was I talking about again?" Woohyun spoke slowly after a moment. 

Sunggyu shrugged lightly, finally looking away. 

Eventually Woohyun just suggested he would start preparing the dinner.

In the end, Woohyun was immensely relieved that he didn't accidentally tell Sunggyu about some of the weirdest thoughts floating about in his mind, such as the strange dreams about Sunggyu, and the time Sunggyu's face popped into his mind the minute Hoya had mentioned the ridiculous myth he made up back in highschool about a true love's kiss.

After dinner, the two watched television together until a programme came on that only Woohyun loved while Sunggyu blatantly hated. It was a show created by two men who clamed to be actual cupids. For each episode they chose three contestants who would go on dates, which would help in guiding them to their one true love. Although the three would have perfect compatibility with each other, only the two who really belonged together would fall in love and leave the show together. As a firm believer of true love, Woohyun was particularly amazed at everything about this show. 

Sunggyu said it was really stupid for two guys to decide who should be together and who shouldn't, and Woohyun didn't understand why Sunggyu felt such strong dislike about a TV show. 

"I'm willing to bet money on it that they're a real couple themselves. I know the taller one from high school."

"Did you date him too?" Sunggyu yawned, seemingly bored with the conversation, but he might have also just been tired from being sick. He laid his head down on Woohyun's lap and mumbled that he was going to nap for a while. 

"I'll wake you up when this ends then... and no, I did not date him. He was a weird kid and a total nerd, which I wasn't into until college." he smiled at some vague distant memories he couldn't quite grasp in his mind as his hand found its way into Sunggyu's hair before softly through it with his fingers.

Woohyun didn't wake him up immediately after the show was over, because he didn't even get to see the end of it himself.

- - - - -

Into the fire on my own. I know I won't see your face again. 
Hey... Are you sitting there alone? 
Are you thinking like me, of the laughing times? 
Of all the sad and loving times? 

He was sitting alone when he heard the song, which seemed to be directed at him. He wasn't thinking of anyone or anything in particular, or at least he wasn't until his mind began to follow this sad story in the form of the song that played on the radio. The white colour on the walls seemingly turned grayish blue in a matter of seconds, and his vision became somewhat clouded and did the room temperature drop too? He shivered slightly, but he wasn't cold. Goose bumps?

Why was it so sad?

Why did it suddenly feel like he missed someone he loved when that person was really just ten steps away from him, in another room. His cheeks became damp and he felt a droplet fall from his chin to his hands before he realised he was crying.

Woohyun tried to blink and clear his vision, but in his subconscious he saw the stream whose dam had been broken down and swept into destruction by a mere song. It was a futile effort from the start, and giving up wasn't just an option but the only option.

Promise me you'll think of us as a time so wonderful.

"Woohyun?" His love sat down by his side, cautiously reaching for his hand, but the feeling of longing remained in Woohyun's chest and under his skin; perhaps it became even stronger than before. "What's the matter, Woohyun?"

"Dongwoo," another voice, unmistakably belonging to Hoya, spoke from another side of the room. "Turn the radio off." His tone of voice seemed to imply that he knew exactly what had shaken Woohyun up like this, but how could he possibly know when even Woohyun didn't know?

Dongwoo didn't listen to Hoya's seemingly irrelevant demand and instead turned to look at the dazed Woohyun again and squeezed his hands to let him know they were safely in his own, hoping he could bring Woohyun's distant thoughts back to there and then. He was worried to death of what it did to Woohyun's health the way he had so many breakdowns in just two months since they met.

"Are you okay, love?"

Promise me, promise me. 
I will be fine without you.
Promise me, promise me.
Once more in my life to see you.

"I'm not." Woohyun shook his head and finally turned to Dongwoo, allowing him to pull him into a tight hug which sadly didn't comfort him in the slightest. "I'm not fine. It hurts so much."

- - - - -

Woohyun woke up in a cold sweat. He vaguely remembered that incident from a time during the start of spring, last year. That incident had been the first time he passed out unexpectedly following a flow of emotionally violent sensations throughout his body; before that, he always snapped out of those fits with the help of Dongwoo's embrace.

What did this mean? Was it connected to Sunggyu somehow? 

He already wondered about it briefly, a lot more than he liked to admit, but always came to the conclusion that it just wasn't possible. This incident was months before he even met Sunggyu.

There was no way it was possible.

That conclusion may have been rather rushed though. Woohyun loved clichés like the ‘what if I have amnesia or something and temporarily forgot about him?’ scenario, which wasn't something that never crossed his mind, but it was so important to get those kinds of thoughts immediately out of his mind so that it wouldn't inhibit his steadily growing friendship with the man.

Because it was becoming more and more precious to him by the day. 

"Woohyun?" Sunggyu mumbled sleepily. "I thought you promised to wake me."

"I did– I mean yes, I promised, but I uh... kind of dozed off as well." he chuckled sheepishly. "Oh, hey, can I ask you something? Why do you hate that cupids' show so much?"

Sunggyu shrugged. "I don't like the way they're manipulating people on the show to be together."

"But that's the point of the show anyway. They're not real cupids anyway so they can't really manipulate love."

"But say they are real cupids..." Sunggyu started to choose his words carefully. "Hypothetically, that means that the couples are manipulated to be together, when they otherwise wouldn't love each other. Right?"

"Isn't that a good thing though? Some people never find real love in this world."

"But what if their real love found them? And suddenly they're cruelly taken away from their arms by the hand of these stupid cupids?" Sunggyu asked, and the seriousness in his tone made Woohyun doubt whether he was really speaking hypothetically anymore, or from experience. "Think about the person who loses the love of his life. What would happen to him?"

"He could find new love." Woohyun said slowly, questioning the probability if his own words, while Sunggyu looked as if these words were knives to him.

Woohyun was a firm believer of true love and destiny, but for some reason he couldn't help but argue with Sunggyu even though he made a good point about the third person who loses. 

"I'll make breakfast." Woohyun offered.

It was primarily to get away from Sunggyu's gaze, the hurt in his eyes was almost suffocating to him.

First, he made his way to the bathroom to wash up since he felt dirty. Instinctively, he grabbed one of the two toothbrushes by the mirror, his disoriented mind making him believe for a moment that it was his own. Then, he went into the kitchen to make breakfast before returning to the living-room where Sunggyu was already getting up and stretching.

"You make the best coffee," Sunggyu said, taking another sip of the hot beverage before flashing him a grateful smile. It was like the earlier conversation was already forgotten, and Woohyun was relieved to put it behind them.

"Really? I hate bitter coffee myself, so I can't tell."

"Then how did you know I don't like sugar or milk in mine?"

Woohyun scratched his head in confusion, "Lucky guess?"

- - - - -

They spent that day watching TV again, and cuddling occasionally when they were lazy and cold; it simply felt like a normal thing to do. Woohyun enjoyed listening to Sunggyu's voice whenever he was singing while tidying the place or washing the dishes. He even tried to harmonize with him, but it didn't quite work out since he didn't know the words. Later, he even got to take a shower there since he was too tired to go home for it – because that seemed like a reasonable excuse – and they both fell asleep on the couch again.

Another day passed and Woohyun was finally beginning to find it strange how comfortable he felt there.

Woohyun never became bored in Sunggyu's house, even if sometimes he and Sunggyu didn't talk at all. He even helped Sunggyu keep the place tidy, and even though it wasn't his own home, it was beginning to feel like it was. Woohyun realised he didn't really want to leave anymore.

Staying another night didn't seem like such a bad idea. And another after that...

- - - - -

One morning he woke up to the sound of a crazily familiar tune being played on the piano. Woohyun couldn't recall where he had heard it and it drove him crazy as he continued lying in bed for a little while longer, just listening. There were even words on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't recall the exact sequence. They must have been in english anyway.

Eventually he got up and walked into Sunggyu's room.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked, quietly, approaching Sunggyu from behind while he played.

"Probably." Sunggyu jokingly told him.

Woohyun stepped closer to the piano, which Sunggyu had stopped playing by then but still kept his hands on its keys, staring at it thoughtfully. Woohyun placed his warm right hand on top of Sunggyu's cold one. When Sunggyu looked up in bewilderment, Woohyun leaned down and kissed his lips lightly.

"Want some breakfast?"

"Yes. Sure." Sunggyu replied, sounding very unsure but Woohyun didn't pay attention to it.

The incident seemed to be forgotten by the time they ate breakfast, since neither mentioned anything about it.

"By the way," Sunggyu spoke while picking up the dishes and bringing them to the sink. "I've got to go to work today."

"Work?" Woohyun asked incredulously, almost as if it sounded crazy to him. He blinked, and shook his head, realising it made sense. "Can you ask your boss to give me a job too? I'm so unemployed right now it almost hurts." He joked.

"Sure, I am the boss. Would you like to become my secretary?"

"Oh! Yes please." Woohyun laughed.

"Great. When can you start?"

"Wait. You were serious? Holy , are you rich?!" Woohyun looked around, only then seeming to realise that Sunggyu's place looked more like a mansion than a normal house. It made Woohyun's own apartment look like a shed.

Sunggyu just laughed a little and nodded, "Not exactly rich. I mean I didn't buy this place on my own... I used to live here together with someone up until a year ago." He trailed off as he turned off the tap and turned to Woohyun, "So, about becoming my secretary. How about it?"

"I'm not sure if I'm qualified to do that. I don't even have proper experience."

"I'm sure you do. You seem capable, and I'm in need of a secretary since my last one left last Christmas."

"You haven't been able to find a new one for almost a whole year?"

Sunggyu shrugged, "I haven't looked for one."

"And here you are, about to hire a complete stranger who stumbled into your life out of nowhere."

"I wouldn't consider a complete stranger."

W oohyun didn't take Sunggyu's job offer seriously, and decided to drop the subject. He helped Sunggyu tidy the place a little before they got washed up and properly dressed to go outside. Sunggyu let Woohyun borrow one of his scarves since Woohyun didn't bring one himself when he arrived four days ago.

Four days. That's how long Woohyun had spent with Sunggyu, and it was only when Woohyun stepped outside Sunggyu's place that he realised that he had become too comfortable there; he had started to forget about his own home.

And Woohyun suddenly missed Dongwoo and Hoya, and even his cute little demon boss, Sungjong.

He turned around to tell Sunggyu he needed to get back home, but it seemed like Sunggyu already knew.

Sunggyu stood there with an understanding smile, and nodded. "I'll drive you home if you want."

"It's fine. But I'll visit again soon, alright?"