*Warning* Leeteuk's POV. Please read till the end before deciding to throw rotten eggs at me. I have my reasons for this hehe. Second warning: I suffer from word vomit tendencies.

I was seated in the living room enjoying a romantic drama when the front door slammed open and I saw my favourite younger brother enter with tears flowing down his cheeks. His entire face was red and even though I could have made a guess on what happened, I was still extremely shocked and worried.

Donghae marched directly into our shared bedroom, ignoring me, and slammed our door shut. I was glad the other members had chosen to spend their off-day outside. I placed my dirty plate which once contained my breakfast into the sink before washing my hands and making my way to check on my dear brother.

I knocked lightly on the door twice before turning the door knob gently, glad to find it unlocked. 

"Donghae?"

I was greeted with sobs in return and I knew the said person was still crying. I shut the door softly behind me before making my way to his half of the room. Causing a depression on the edge of the bed with my weight, I gently patted the heaving body under the thick blanket.

A few minutes passed before Donghae flipped onto his back and peered at me with glistening orbs. I smiled gently at him in return, sending a silent reassurance that it was safe to come out of the safety barrier he had created in the form of his blanket. Fingers lowered the cloth slowly and a tear stricken face was in full view. I dabbed his cheeks with the back of my hand and his hair lightly. 

Slowly, Donghae shifted into a sitting position with his back against the wall, a sign to show that he was ready to share. Placing my palm softly on his thigh as an encouragement for him to go on, I patiently waited for him to open up and start speaking. Donghae wasn’t one keep things bottled up inside; he would eventually tell me the truth without the need for me to push him. No matter how anxious I was to find out what had happened on the rooftop, I could only wait.

“It was worse than my nightmare hyung,” the words slowly flowed out of Donghae’s mouth.

Didn’t Hyukjae reject him in his nightmare?

“He didn’t even bother replying to my advances. He kept going on and on about how being gay was wrong and how he was incapable of falling in love. Hell, he even insisted that I was not allowed to fall in love with him.”

Donghae took a pause as he tried to control his tears. I hushed him by pulling him into my arms and rested his head on my shoulder. I felt the grip on the hem of my t-shirt tighten as he continued spilling his sorrow.

“I don’t understand at all hyung, how can he tell me what to do? I get it if he doesn’t love me back but to demand that I eradicate my feelings for him is simply outrageous.  Hyukjae is stupid; I wanted to punch him in his face. He kept giving me stupid excuses and reasons when all he had to do was basically profess his true feelings. Is that too much to ask for?” Donghae had broken down once again by that point in time.

“It’s ok Donghae,” I falsely assured him.

“It hurts so much. In spite of plucking up all my courage for an outright confession, I’m still back at square one. It was as good as not having that talk.”

“I know Donghae, but it’s gonna be alright,” I lied again. But what else could I have said?

“He didn’t…he didn’t answer my…burning question hyung…” Donghae had started choking on his sobs.

“What question?”

“I wanted…to know…what I was to him…” Donghae trailed off as he fell back into slumber from the exhaustion.

I laid him back in bed comfortably and pulled the sheets over him.

As I looked on at the sleeping figure, I wondered if I had made a wrong move in asking him to confess his feelings to his best friend.

When I saw Donghae's crying face, I had suspected a handful of scenarios that could have happened; Hyukjae being afraid of confessing and hence telling Donghae that he was unable to reciprocate it, telling Donghae that he wasn't ready to be in a relationship and he needed more time or perhaps even just lying about having a girlfriend; something not new to us. But never did I expect Hyukjae to hurt Donghae with those meaningless words and making someone as docile as Donghae flare up. 

A heavy sigh left my lips I sat back down on the couch and I reflected on the observations I have of the two ever since I met them. I had watched them go from strangers to colleagues to friends to best friends and finally something much deeper than that. It hurts me to see the both of them in such a state after nine years of history.

I knew there was a special bond between the two since I laid eyes on them; the way they exchanged secret looks, the way no one else could comprehend their gestures, the way they could understand what each other needed without any