"Niel.. where would you go?", Byunghun-hyung grabbed my T-shirt as I got out of the bed.
I looked at him, still sick and tired.
"Just brush my teeth and go to the laundry", I smiled and gently caressed him.
He closed his eyes like a kitten. Colors hadn't back warming his pale skin.
"Stay...", he demanded.
"You sleep more, I'll be back soon", I smiled.
"Nggg~", he shook his head, whining.
I chuckled.
"Our little Byunghunnie... why are you like this"
He pouted and finally released my shirt. I walked to the kitchen and picked his breakfast. I sat beside him and help him stack some pillows so he could sit straight.

"I don't want to eat it", he whined again.
"One bite at a time. It won't be hard... this morning's menu is tuna sandwich, I think it's not too bad. Come on, open your mouth" With his annoyed face he took the first bite.
"Even chewing is tiring", he mumbled.
"Nielie...", he called my name and coughed.
"Um hyung", I looked into his eyes.
"Let's go on a date", he said while playing with his duvet.
"Hahaha... of course we will. When you're better, okay?", I ruffled his hair.
"Hummm okay... promise?", he offered his pinkie finger.
"Hhh, this is so childish", I sighed but linked my finger anyway.

"Yay, let's watch a movie then", he cheered and pumped his fist to the sky.
"You want to watch a movie for our first date?", I sneered at him.
"Yeah, why not?", Byunghun-hyung asked.
"We want to get to know each other in first date. Watching movie is the worst choice ever", I chuckled.
"But we already know each other~", he said.
"Well..."
"Let's watch a movie~! I want to watch a movie", he insisted.
"Okay okay, let's watch a movie", I gave up.
"Good", he smiled and nodded.
I chuckled.
"What?", he exclaimed.
"No... you're just funny... heol. Chicken!", I ruffled his hair passionately.
"Aaah... Niel, stop", he whined and put my hand away.
"Hyung, on our first date let's dye your hair back to black again", I said. His roots already grown long.
"You think so? humm It's much longer now", He pulled his bangs that almost touch his eyebrows.
"Yeah, you look better with black hair", I smiled.
"Really? ah, I look really sick with this color", Byunghun put on a sad face, averted his eyes outside the window. Today's sky was still dark, stormy weather hadn't calm down. The wind still strongly washed everything on its way.

"You go to the laundry... I can finish this breakfast myself", he took the lunchbox from my hand and eat it diligently.
"Finish it", I put on a serious face.
"I will!", he exclaimed.
"Alright then, hyung...", I round a blanket over his shoulder; "Keep yourself warm, if you need anything just give me a call"
"Okay~", he smiled.

I entered the key to Soojoo's car. I actually had a meeting with her today. In a cafe just around the corner, next to the laundromat. I picked my turtleneck sweater and put it nicely on the back seat. I don't actually remember that I had it in my closet. Byunghun-hyung just dove into my clothes when he moved in and found it. I remember clearly that he said it was totally ugly at first and we argued about it. Then without my knowing he wore it after that cold shower incident. Hh, I love this sweater, but well... I guess Byunghun-hyung love it more. He's cute in it anyway.

I saw Soojoo inside the cafe, took a bite on her croissant elegantly. I entered the door and waved at her. She picked my car keys... well, our car keys and put them on the table. I did the same with hers.
"Hmmm", she frowned and pulled back our car keys to her side.
"Why?", I chuckled as I ordered a latte to the waiter.
"You use my car. I use ours", she said.
"Eh?? What's it all about?", I looked at her with curious stare.
"I like our car more... it was from my uncle", she looked out the window, to the vintage car parked beyond. Her car that I drove yesterday is a modern BMW M3. While our car was... I don't even know, it was like four old cars glued together.
"Tsk. Don't make it complicated", I sighed.
"It's not complicated. We're just swapping cars", she said, took another bite on her croissant.
"I'm not complaining about the M3 though... why don't you buy a vintage car if you hate luxury that much?", I asked.
"I have no time looking for it, while I need a new car immediately", she said.
"So you just buy it?", I chuckled.
"Yeah, call my dad about it, and asked him to buy whatever car that comfortable and fast", she said casually.
"That trait of yours, never changed", I smiled and sipped my coffee.

She just raised her eyebrows as a sign of agreement and put back our vintage car keys back into her purse.

"So who is it?", I put my coffee cup gently back to its place.
"Who what?"
"The one who propose to you~!", I giggled.
"He’s…", she tapped her fingers on the table and averted her eyes outside the window.
"Is it Alex?"
"Umm", she looked up to keep me guessing.
"Heol. It’s him!, that babo French? seriously… I’ll let it go if it’s your Texan guy, but him?", I exclaimed in annoyance.
"Yah! Alex is the nicest person on earth. James is a douche", she chuckled.
"Alex looks like a weird medieval painting!", I kept attacking.
"Hey, do you ever see yourself in the mirror?!", she was not even amused.
"Ah… hahaha, I guess you have weird taste after all", I laughed.

"If you remember it correctly, I didn’t pick you. You picked me. My love to you is an acquired feeling", she sipped her coffee casually.
"What?! so it’s all that?! an acquired feeling?", I opened my mouth in disbelieve.
She giggled continuously; “What do you want to hear then, a sincere true love? which one is more hurtful?”
I just watched her beautiful eyes. I gave her up months ago, but still, I couldn't resist those eyes; "I still don’t understand Alex", I sighed.
”He’s the one with vision”, she said.
"Vision?! yah, you will get married, not looking for a job"
"Marriage is a lifetime job. We’ll formed a company called family, that’s why we need vision", her hands moved in a dictating way.

“Is that the thing that I don’t have all this time”, I chuckled.
"Don’t do compare game", she sighed heavily.
"Well, I can’t buy you this diamond ring", I sneered at her ring finger.
"It’s not that~"
"I know I know, vision, right…", I cut her words short, didn't want to argue. Not even a bit.
"We have changed, Daniel… don’t pretend like you don’t see it", she picked it up again.
"Yeah I know… I can’t keep up with you, you don’t want to stay… I understand", I said.
"Don’t start~", she threw her sick gaze at me.

"It’s just weird to see you married", I sighed.
"You have Byunghun-oppa now", she said.
"I know. It’s even weirder isn’t it?", I chuckled.
"He loves you. Did he already tell you about your hydrang~". I held her hand abruptly.
"Stop. I don’t want to hear it from anyone else. I want him to tell it on my face", I looked deep into her eyes.
"You had no patient and ask him to fall in love, though?", she said.
"Yeah…"
"What’s that.. ah.. Weekend? about a gay couple? Is that your new role?", she noticed the script on the table that I brought everywhere.
“How did you know?”, I asked while put it back in my bag rapidly.
"It based on a film… haven’t you watch it?", she asked.
"Of course I