A/N (warning) If I'm going to fast with something, just bare with me. Especially with couples, I tend to go fast in putting things together. Otherwise, please enjoy this chapter and more to come in the story (No, a couple isn't being formed yet, but feelings are)

“Youngjae-ah, can you pass me a coke?” Jinyoung asked, smashing away on his game controller.

The three boys had finally finished organizing their room, and now they were relaxing. They were camped out inside Jinyoung’s room, playing video games. More like Jaebum and Jinyoung were playing while Youngjae sulked on the bed. He felt a little left out. He wanted to hang out with is best friend.

“That’s like your third coke!” Jaebum explained, effortlessly knocking out Jinyoung’s character in their boxing game.

“No fair! You always win!” Jinyoung whined, pouting at Jaebum. “Can’t you at least let me win once?”

“That wouldn’t be any fun!” Jaebum cried, shaking his head. “It’s funny watching your reaction every time you lose.”

“That’s a lame excuse,” Jinyoung replied, still pouting.

“I guess you’re just sour because I’m better than you!” Jaebum cried, sticking his tongue out.

“There’s something you can never beat me at,” Jinyoung challenged.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Jaebum asked with a smirk.

“Dancing!”

“No fair! That’s an awful challenge!” Jaebum whined. “Your father is JYP! Of course you’re better at dancing than me!”

Youngjae sighed dejectedly  and quietly left the room. If they weren’t going to add him into the conversation, then he didn’t want to be there. He hated being ignored. Sure he was shy, but that doesn’t mean anything. He’s a person too, so he should be included.

With a sigh, Youngjae walked down the stairs and out into the courtyard. Many groups of friends were hanging out and laughing together, making Youngjae feel lonelier than ever. He let tears fall down his cheeks as he walked over to a tree, sitting underneath it.  He always felt like the ugly duckling within his group of friends. It didn’t help that he was never any good at making friends.

He could feel people staring at him, but he didn’t care. Who cares what people thought of him. The only opinions that could truly hurt him were those of the people Youngjae actually cared about. That was all that really mattered, anyway. Friends and family is always the people that count the most.

“Youngjae hyung?” a voice asked, causing Youngjae to look up and find Yugyeom standing right in front of him.

“Y-yugyeom-ah,” Youngjae whispered, hastily wiping away his tears and giving his younger friend a small smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Yugyeom said with a frown, sitting down next to him. “Why are you crying?”

“Yah, answer my question before asking one,” Youngjae scolded him, staring down at the grass so Yugyeom wouldn’t see his red eyes.

“Arasseo, arasseo, hyung,” Yugyeom said with a small laugh. “Well Mark and Jackson went out to the grocery store or something. Bam Bam is just really quiet and he has his headphones in,