[CONTENTID1]What A Boy Wants (Not Quite So Heaven Sent)[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]A Different Tomorrow[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID3]

“What’s going on?” My hands fluttered over the sobbing mess, unsure of what to do. I was typically the one being comforted, not the one giving the comfort. How was I supposed to do this? Was I supposed to hug him? Wipe his tears? I settled for an awkward pat on the side, before he moved to wrap his arms around me and I mirrored the gesture. It was only when his lips found mine that I pulled away sharply a moment later, before I became lost in it.

“Tell me what the hell is going on Minhyun!” I insisted, pushing him off of me so he rolled to lay next to me. I hurried to close and lock the door – as he had failed to do so himself in the midst of his flight to my arms. I returned, settling myself on the edge of the mattress, examining the boy beside  me. Face down in my pillow, his body shook with sobs, I gently gripped his shoulder to push him onto his back so at the very least he wouldn’t suffocate while I negligently stood by. His face streaked, he kept his eyes tightly shut, inky black lashes pressed tight against blotchy wet skin. He was a mess, but all the same, he was still tempting. I think I’m a sadist, as a side note.

Belatedly I raised my fingers to my lips, pressing at them gently, as though to replicate the feeling of Minhyun’s against them. I felt my cheeks heat up, before I shook myself internally. This was no time to think of that. Clearly something had happened, and despite all the pain it had given me, I was nothing if not curious. Laying down next to him, taking initiative I never would have expected from myself, I wrapped an arm about his waist and tugged him closer, fingers going to his face to smooth away the stray hairs that clung to his forehead.

This was too serious for me. I was used to being the dramatic one, the roles had been reversed. I didn’t like it much. I needed to be something I’d never been before, a man. Better take some advice from MBLAQ’s recent release…What a hassle. I had never wanted to be a man, my orientation kind of spoke for that by itself, did it not?

“What happened Minhyun?” I asked at last, breath whooshing out to blow my bangs from my eyes.

“J-J-J-J-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!” The sobbing resumed, any true answer masked by stutters and muffling from the pillow he buried his face in.

“JR?” I guessed, given he was the only important subject habitually discussed that started with a “J” – it was unlikely he was referring to some horrible happenstance with Jam. At the renewed wails of dismay, I deemed I had made a correct guesstimate. 

“What’s the matter now?” I couldn’t help the bitterness that had crept into my tone, coloring the concern dark. I had warned and warned him and now he was coming to me of all people to cry at. I wanted to tell him forget it, and push him from my room to the living room to find someone else for comfort. Minhyun was not my problem anymore.

“He…h-he cheated,” his breath came in gasps ne