Now that Key was back, Jonghyun couldn't be happier.

Well, he could, but it would take some time.

After all, he did have his best friend back.

After three years, he could finally spend a day with him doing absolutely nothing, and completely enjoy it.

About a week after Key's return, Jonghyun was sitting in the coffee shop.

Key was running around cleaning up tables, and thanking the last customers for coming. Key quickly ushered them out, eager for some time alone with his best friend.

The weather had improved greatly, and Jonghyun was enjoying a nice, cool breeze by the window when Key finally joined him.

"How come no one told me you performed here? And since when?" Key said, looking at Jonghyun sternly form across the table. The later avoiding his eyes because of the stern tone.

Jonghyun couldn't help but blush, thinking about the first time he thought about performing at the coffee shop.

Key left for America and all he left Jonghyun was a new address, some tears on his shirt, and quite a bit of heartache and confusion.

Jonghyun didn't know how to cope with that for the first few days. He was miserable, scared to try to contact his friend because he didn't know if he could handle any of the extra confusion it would cause.

He felt alone, a void around him, like the whole world had shut down, like every point of light in the universe had disappeared.

Everything was dark, he didn't have that source of comfort he had when his friend was with him.

The every night the week after Key left, Jonghyun headed back to the café. He would climb up the fire escape to the roof and stare at the stars.

He would go up there and look at every little point of light and think about how his Kibummie was under the same sky half a world away.

He thought a lot about Key on the roof. It seemed fitting, after all it was his parents café, and they had spent countless nights up on that roof since they were kids.

Most of the time, it was just Jonghyun and Key, although they'd invite Taemin, Minho, and Onew occasionally.

They'd slept under the stars, they'd talked for countless hours, they just enjoyed being in each others presence.

But during that week, Jonghyun was alone and missing his best friend.

He would sit alone and quiet, just thinking one thing, over and over.

Why?

Why did Key have to leave?

Why did he have to be gone so long?

Why did I want to kiss him that day in the rain?

Why is my heart aching?

It hit him a week later when Key messaged him for the first time since he left.

How are you coping without me so far? Miss me yet? :P

Instead of heading to the café that night, he stared at the text and he just wanted to cry.

One week out of the 156 he would have to spend without his best friend and he already couldn't handle it.

Not one bit. :P

He replied only to seam normal.

He replied because he couldn't send what he really wanted to.

I can't live without you. Please come back, or I'll go to you. I miss you too much. You were meant to be by my side. That's how it's always been. I need you.

Jonghyun couldn't help but feel like an idiot thinking all of that.

That wasn't something you thought about your best friend, it was something you thought of about someone you were hopelessly in love with.

And that was when it all hit him like a train.

The first thoughts were planted in his brain. At first he couldn't believe it, he refused to.

It wasn't him. He'd had crushes on girls before. He'd dated a few, too. They all had similarities with Kibum, but he never liked to admit that. He had never found another male attractive.

Unless it was his Key.

He'd been so confused, even more so than before.

The weather seemed to mirror his mood, and it started to rain once again.

It rained and Jonghyun cried.

He was in love.

In love with his best friend.

And he just so happened to be on the opposite side of the world.

He couldn't stand to be alone.

He didn't even dare look at his phone again as he rushed out of his room and out if his house, across the street, and to the front door of Choi Minho's house.

He poured out his heart to his friend that night, and Minho couldnt help but see himself somewhat in his friend's situation. It scared him too, but he helped his friend as best he could.

Minho had been a shoulder to cry on that night, and he was the one who suggested Jonghyun do something with himself while Key was gone.

"What am I going to do without him for three years? I just can't, Minho, my heart aches. I need him!" Jonghyun clung on to his friend, sobbing and sniffling with every word.

"Distract yourself with something! Find a new hobby, get a job, write some songs, I don't know, Jjong. You can deal with this, you'll be talking to him every day!" Minho said, feeling a bit guilty, thoughts of someone ran through his mind.

"What could I possibly do? I can't even leave the coffee shop! It reminds me of him-" Jonghyun wasn't too bright, but occasionally he did get some excellent ideas.

This was one of those times.

"The coffee shop, I can play my music for him..." 
 

From them on, Jonghyun performed at the coffee shop three times a week. Key's parents welcomed him with open arms, they too were missing their lovely Kibum.

Sometimes he did song covers, sometimes he did song requests, but most of the time, he sang songs he wrote and composed himself.

Usually he was accompanied by his guitar.

Jonghyun lived that guitar very much, and he still does.

Before Key had left, there were days when they'd go to Jonghyun's house and play video games or watch TV in his room. As the sun set, they usually talked for a long time, about nothing and about everything.

If Key ever got nervous, he'd make his way to the corner of the room where Jonghyun's guitar was propped up on the wall.

He's grab it and being it back to Jonghyun's bed and he would just pluck at the strings as they talked until they both fell asleep or until Key's parents called him back home.

Key couldn't play the guitar in the least, a Jonghyun had tried many times to teach him, but it had never really wooded out. Although this was true, there was always a little strange something in Jonghyun's chest whenever he saw Key with his guitar.

He loved how he would hum along with the cords he plucked and how he would pass the guitar over to Jonghyun when he got bored of it so he would play a song.

He also loved this part of those nights.

He would start playing one of Key's favorites, just so the younger had to sing. Jonghyun knew he couldn't resist singing along to his songs.

Key didn't like to admit it, but Jonghyun insisted that he had a beautiful singing voice.

Key was confident about many things, but his voice wasn't one of those things.

Jonghyun loved his voice.

It was deep and melodic, and while Key was gone, it was one of the most difficult things to think about because he missed it so.

His voice never sounded the same through Skype calls or over the phone.

He missed it a lot, and it was usually the only thing that could snap Jonghyun out of his day dreams. 
 

"Jjong? Jjong! Yah! Stupid dino! Stop ignoring me! I've only been back a week and you're already ignoring me?"

"No, no, Bummie, I just got a bit distracted thinking about how I stared singing here." Jonghyun couldn't help but give his best friend one of his trademark toothy smiles.

"So how did you? No one ever told me, not even my parents." Key said, with a small pout on his perfectly bow shaped lips that Jonghyun loved.

"I think it was the second week after you left." Jonghyun answered, tracing the grain of wood of the table where he sat with Key.

"But why?" Key couldn't help but ask.

Jonghyun looked up from the table to meet Key's eyes for the first time in their short conversation.

"Because I missed you." he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh." was all Key could manage to say, his cheeks hot with a crimson color Jonghyun loved.

Just like the rest of him.