Donghae rolled his eyes when he saw his younger fiancé sitting on a table in the courtyard, looking distant and thoughtful. To the college student it looked like a scene from a melodrama with Eunhyuk sitting there alone all melancholy and junk.  Hae walked towards him.

“If you keep your face like that long enough people may actually think your brain works efficiently in there.” Hae spoke before he could stop himself.

Hyuk jumped, a scowl settling on his features as Donghae took the seat in front of him, a large lunch box in his hands.

“Why’d you come?”

Hae scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “To bring you lunch, what else?”

Eunhyuk’s eyes narrowed but he made no remark. His long fingers reached for the lunch box and pried it open, smirking when he saw prawns and sushi.

“Kangin’s the best.” Eunhyuk moaned, snapping open his chopsticks.

Hae looked down, hiding his gentle smile. Opening his own chopsticks, he reached for a sushi roll. Eunhyuk’s chopsticks slammed down, stopping his own.

“Mine.” The younger hissed, no emotion of playfulness in his eyes.

Hae frowned. “You can’t be serious.”

Eunhyuk’s face didn’t move a muscle, his chopsticks still holding Hae’s in captivation.

“I brought these!” The elder cried in indignance.

“For me!” Eunhyuk cried back.

For a couple seconds the two simply stared at each other, growling and silently fighting over raw fish.

“Fine.” Hae mumbled, pulling out his chopsticks harshly. “You can have it.”

Eunhyuk’s eyes glimmered with victory as he ingested a couple more sushi rolls.

“Brat.” Hae said.

Eunhyuk promptly stopped chewing, a deep frown caressing his features.

“Why do you always call me that?” He asked after swallowing down the abundant amount of food in his mouth.

Hae shrugged. “Cause that’s what you are. You’re a rich, snobby, brat.”

Eunhyuk pursed his lips. “Gee thanks.”

“Well I mean you’re not the typical one, if that helps.” Hae said. “At least you’re not dirty. And from what I saw today you don’t date every pretty girl that’s swooning over you. Which now that I think about it, makes me think that you date every hard to get girl? Hmm, I don’t know any more actually. Do you –“

“Lee Donghae, shut your mouth.” Eunhyuk groaned, shoving a prawn into his big mouth.

Hae smiled sheepishly, chewing into the deliciously seasoned prawn. “Gotcha.”

Eunhyuk just rolled his eyes.

“I don’t date every ‘hard-to-get’ girl, Donghae.”

Hae nodded absentmindedly before he stopped chewing. Something about the sudden change in the high schooler’s voice made him think this was important.

“Actually, I have a girlfriend.”

Hae tried hard to swallow the prawn but it somehow wouldn’t go smoothly down his throat. It seemed to be stuck, like a thick lump in his throat.

Eunhyuk lauhed, eyes looking distant and empty. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, actually. Maybe it’s because that girl reminds of her and you’re the only one that’ll listen right now.”

Hae just nodded, a lot of things crashing down on him like a pile of hot rocks.

Eunhyuk had a girlfriend that he obviously loved. Eunhyuk was getting married to Donghae. Donghae was breaking up someone’s love. 

Suddenly the bell rang, pulling Hae out of his guilty thoughts. 

"Well, I'll get going. Study hard." Hae said, making a fighting! hand though there was no fighting! in his voice 

Eunhyuk just jumped off the table and shrugged. "Cool." He turned to leave before stopping halfway and pointing a threatening finger at Hae. 

"And Donghae?"

Hae hummed, afraid of what would come out of the kid's mouth.

"If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll tie you to a bed and set it on fire."

Hae pretended to cower. 

"What can I get you?" Hae asked in his I'm-a-professional-frozen-yogurt-server-voice. 

"Mango." A deep voice spoke. Hae looked up to see a tall man a couple years older than himself. The college student couldn't help but notice that the man was strikingly handsome. Humming he poured the frozen treat into a tall cup. 

"That'll be 3000 won." 

The man took out his wallet. Was that a smirk on his face that Donghae saw? 

"If I add another 1000 won can I also have your name?" 

Donghae could feel his cheeks burning slightly. He looked into the tall man's eyes with surprise. He couldn't lie though - he was utterly amused and lots flattered. 

"No need for the money. My nametag's right here." Despite the inner battle, the younger's voice came out smooth as he pointed to his right pocket. 

The man smiled, his eyes lightening. "Nice to meet you Donghae." 

As the man turned to leave Hae couldn't help but frown. "Isn't it rude not to tell me your name as well," he called out. 

The mystery man stopped and grinned. "I'm Yunho." 

"Where's Donghae?" 

Kangin smirked as he stirred the black bean soup. "He's out at his part-time job, Sir Eunhyuk." 

Eunhyuk let out a grunt and flopped down on the lavish living room couch. Two servants were instantly at his side, asking if he needed anything. He dismissed them and sighed. 

"Anything the matter, Sir Eunhyuk?" Kangin called from the kitchen. 

The high schooler shook his head before realizing that the chef couldn't see him. "I'm fine." 

"From all this sighing, I don't think your answer if feasible. Is there anything I can do to help your worries?" 

Eunhyuk puffed his cheeks, thinking. Truthfully he didn't quite know why he felt so irritated all of a sudden. Maybe it was the fact that he had a lot of homework tonight. Maybe it was the fact that it was eight-o-clock and Donghae was nowhere to be found. 

' Whatever. ' Eunhyuk thought, flipping over to his belly on the couch. 

"Kangin just make me some dinner. I'm just hungry." 

Kangin simply hummed from the kitchen, not all that convinced. 

"Donghae, my boy! Why are you walking by yourself? You could have asked Eunhyuk to come pick you up." 

Donghae was walking home when Grandfather's pleasant voice sounded in his ear. He turned to see an antique car pulling in beside him. He bowed. 

"Hop in, my boy. Don't just stand there." Grandpa said. Hae smiled at the cheeriness in the elder and got in. 

"Lee Eunhyuk!" An old voice bellowed through the Lee Residance. Donghae inwardly grimaced, thinking of Eunhyuk's reaction. 

An annoyed Lee Eunhyuk trudged down the stairs, only wearing his black velvet robe and sweatpants. Hae coughed when his eyes met some stomach skin. 

"Welcome home, Grandpa." Sarcasm dripped from the high schooler's words. 

Grandfather stomped his walking stick on the ground and huffed. "When will you learn Lee Eunhyuk? Donghae walked home all by himself! Wouldn't it be a human thing to volunteer to pick him up?" 

Eunhyuk's eyes went from annoyed to surprised to blank. "He didn't ask me. His schedule changes every day and every day he comes home later than the day before so how should I know when to get him?" 

As Eunhyuk stomped to the kitchen, Grandfather rolled his eyes and walked off to his room to unpack. Hae followed the younger and elbowed him. 

"What's with you?" 

Eunhyuk just pursed his lips. "Stop coming home so late, Lee Donghae or I'll really lose my temper." 

As he walked away, Hae let out a scoff. 

"in' weirdo."