He had to keep his cold-bloodedness. "Did you stay home today just to be able to say that?" asked Kyungsoo. 

Finally, Jongin met his eyes. "Do you really think you want to break up with me when my skipping a final worries you this much?" 

Kyungsoo was caught. Why had he been so worried? It must be habit. When he said this to his boyfriend, the bedded boy only scoffed. "You idiot, why did you stay home?" he asked when he realized he hadn't gotten the answer yet. 

"You can still call this place a home? There are more curse words flying out of our mouths than a sailor's convention most of the time and we're talking at least as little as Russia and America in the Cold War. Welcome home." Jongin smiled bitterly before returning to his expressionless state. 

"Is that my fault?" Kyungsoo asked, suddenly feeling defensive. 

Jongin got out of bed. "No, Kyungsoo. Nothing's ever your fault, don't worry about it." 

"You're accusing me of our relationship being in shambles, now? How many times do I try to talk to you?" 

"You just try to complain to me about me," Jongin said. 

Kyungsoo threw his arms up into the air. "You're unbelievable!" 

"Yeah, I am, aren't I?" Jongin asked with an arrogant smile. 

While he noticed his heart falter, Kyungsoo remarked another thing: this was the first time they'd had a back-and-forth argument in months. The realization made him giggle. 

"What?" Jongin asked. "What's so funny? You think I'm believable?" 

Kyungsoo shook his head, unable to stop laughing. He knew it was probably not the best time, but he couldn't help himself. "This..." He was drawn into another fit. "Oh, God!"

Jongin, seeing the state in which his boyfriend was, couldn't help it either; Kyungsoo was infectious. For a while he laughed, unaware of what the comedic value of the moment was. It grew to hysteric guffaws once he came to the same conclusion as his boyfriend. 

Kyungsoo stumbled forward and leaned his head on Jongin's vibrating chest. Jongin, vulnerable from the laughter, fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Kyungsoo with him. Entangled in each other, they survived as the laughter dimmed. It wasn't awkward to lay there side by side, catching their breaths together. Chests rising and falling rapidly and in sync. Up, down, up, down. Inhale, exhale.

Jongin gazed into Kyungsoo's eyes; two beautiful chocolatey orbs that felt wrong not to look at. He didn't know what he was thinking, he must have been crazy. "If we broke up, who would laugh with me like this?" he asked in a whisper, no louder tone necessary in their proximity. 

Kyungsoo met his gaze. He didn't want to succumb to his allure so quickly, but it was damn near impossible, and frankly he was exhausted from trying. "I love you," he said, blushing even after their six years, because he hadn't said it anytime recently. 

Jongin placed a gentle kiss on Kyungsoo's forehead. "I love you too," he said. And for the first time ever, Kyungsoo really felt it. 

Yet, some ten hours later, he was back in front of this door, this door that belonged to a room that belonged not to Kyungsoo. Again, he was crying. Opening the door was Joonmyun, ready to let him in. 

"He's the same, he's still the same!" Kyungsoo sobbed. "Where's Baekhyun?" 

"He's studying in someone else's dorm. I told you to give him a break, so I told him to take a break. You can talk to me." Joonmyun said, leading the boy to the couch. 

"Okay..." Kyungsoo said warily. "He's gone right back to how he was yesterday. He's forgotten our happiness, our laughter, our love-poof! Gone!" 

"When you say love, you don't mean..?" Joonmyun asked, a meaningful stare pointed at the younger boy. 

Kyungsoo blushed under the heavy assumption and shook his head madly. "No, God, Joonmyun!" 

Joonmyun exhaled a sigh of relief. It was hard being the only straight one amongst such a bounty of gay people, especially when a lot of them, like Baekhyun, were pretty open about it. 

"He's just constantly reading! He never looks up from his book. He doesn't reply when I