I still didn't know why I did it.

It didn't make any sense.  It was like someone was telling me that one plus one equals three.  Baekhyun had been my best friend since we'd met in the elementary school.  Baekhyun was my brother.  I loved him, I was not in love with him.

I decided that it was best that we never spoke about it.  When we saw each other at school the next day, Baekhyun seemed on edge.  I think that he was worried that I was going to say something, and it would ultimately lead to us placing the blame on each other.  I didn't want to fight with my best friend.  Especially when it was all my fault.

We collapsed on the floor, drinking all of the oxygen available.  There was not enough air in the room.

"Isn't the point of practice to improve?" Baekhyun groaned.

"I think we got better."

I heard Baekhyun exhale, it was his pained attempt at a laugh when he couldn't breathe. "We're not even close to Xiumin and Luhan's level.  This is futile." He complained.

He couldn't see the smile plastered across my face.  It was his idea in the first place.  He somehow convinced me to join him because didn't I want to not keel over in pain after the end of every scrimmage against our seniors? "Well of course we're not as good as them.  They're basically professional soccer players."

"We are not made for this life." Baekhyun rolled over onto his stomach and spoke into the floor, "I ache everywhere."  He whined.

"Do you want me to give you a massage?" I prompted him.  This was the perfect opportunity to get back at him for dragging me into this.

"Yes." Baekhyun said the word that I wanted to hear.  I felt a mischievous smile grow on my face.

I mounted my friend's back.  I placed my fingers on his lower back for a moment and then attacked his sides.  He let out a squeal and wiggled his way so that he was facing me.  My plan for a soft-revenge quickly me what Baekhyun instantly found my soft spot, a product of being friends for so long.

"That's not fair." I squeaked and doubled over from the laughter that tickles had unleashed.  Our faces were suddenly very close.

The giggles died as I stared into his eyes.  His eyeliner had faded a little.  I don't really know how to explain how beautiful he looked in that moment.  His bangs were sticking to his forehead because of the sweat.  His lips were slightly parted and his cheeks were still flushed from all of the running we'd just done.  He normally presented himself as a very polished, handsome man.  Seeing him falling apart from the exhaustive work was just... breath-taking.

I wasn't really thinking when I brought our faces even closer.  I hesitated.  Did I really want to do this? I was sure that if I let my impulses take over, there would be irreparable damage done to a friendship that was years in the making.  My nose grazed Baekhyun's and I stopped right before our lips could make contact.

Was I really about to kiss my best friend?  Baekhyun's lips pressing against my own ended that line of thought in an instant. From there my body reacted for me.  I moved my head so that our lips slipped together seamlessly.  You wouldn't have been able to tell where my lips ended and Baek's lips began.

I brought my hand up to briefly touch his face and dragged my fingertips down his cheek until my palm rested on his neck.  That was where my hand fit; it felt like that was where my hand was supposed to be.

Baekhyun's hand drifted upwards and placed themselves on my hips. Just as kisses do, our kiss progressed.  My tongue s its way into Baekhyun's mouth. Our tongues pushed against each other.  I needed the space between us to be even less.  It wasn't enough to just be kissing Baekhyun; I wanted to melt into him.

His hands balled into fists, taking the fabric of my shirt with them.  I realized we needed to breathe.  Baekhyun needed some air.

My best friend needed some air.  My best friend.

I suddenly realized who it was that I was kissing.  I pulled away, sliding off of Baekhyun's body.  Sliding off of my best friend's body.  I could hear him panting.  I could hear myself panting. What had I done?

This was my best friend.

I got up and walked to the exit.  I brought my hand to my lips and attempted to wipe away any evidence that Baekhyun's mouth had been on mine.  I just needed to get out.  This was not an activitiy that you did with your best friend.  What if Baekhyun couldn't look at me anymore?  What if a stupid, impulsive lack of self-control would cost me my best friend?

I never brought it up. I would never bring it up.  I did not feel that way about Baekhyun.  Lucky enough for me, Baekhyun didn't bring it up either.  He wanted to leave it in the past, too.  I was so thankful that it didn't change who we were together.

Nothing had changed.