Baekhyun played with his boyfriend's fingers in his lap while they watched a movie on the TV. These days it's just been old Christmas cartoons. "What're you doing for Christmas?" Baekhyun asked. 

"I don't know yet. I might spend it with my mom, I might spend it with my dad, or I might spend it with neither." He tore his eyes from the screen and glanced at Baekhyun. "Why do you ask?" 

Baekhyun shook his head, "Just wondering," he said. 

A group of people were chatting right outside of the door and Baekhyun couldn't be sure if it was Joonmyun and his friends or not. Just to be safe, the couple broke apart and fixed their eyes on the TV. After a minute, the voices moved on and they reverted to their initial postures. 

"Is it always going to be like this?" Baekhyun asked. "We've been dating for almost two years now, will we always have to pretend when others are near?" 

Chanyeol caressed Baekhyun's right cheek. "I'm really sorry you have to go through all of this for me," he said. "You know how it is, with my parents... They'll think you're out to pull me down to hell. They'll disown me. Who knows, maybe they'll even try doing something to you." 

Baekhyun scoffed. "Please, what could they possibly do to me? Besides, Jongin got disowned, he's still around." 

"Yeah, but take a look at their relationship, I'm surprised Kyungsoo's not here yet." 

"I wouldn't say so too quickly," Baekhyun said. "I saw them in the hall today. Holding hands." 

Chanyeol gasped. "No way." 

Baekhyun nodded. "I think whatever was wrong between them finally got right." 

Chanyeol hugged the boy before him gleefully. "This is great news! Oh, I could just kiss you right now..." 

"Why aren't you?" Baekhyun asked with a sly grin. 

***

Meanwhile, Kyungsoo was changing to his pyjamas again, this time in the main room, and not the bathroom. Jongin was in bed, writing about today in his journal. He tapped his pen against his lips. "What's a word for someone who you know you'll love forever?" he asked. 

"Are you talkin' 'bout a soulmate?" Kyungsoo asked with his toothbrush in his mouth, and Jongin scribbled down the word. 

Spitting out the toothpaste in the bathroom sink, Kyungsoo grinned at his reflection. He'd never seen himself this unable not to smile. At the end of the day, he was glad Joonmyun had forced him to steal that book. 

"So," Kyungsoo started, getting back into the bed, "you lose your memory every night?" 

Jongin nodded, but then stopped and shook his head instead. "Some nights I keep them. Like yesterday morning, I woke up with my memories. But I can also lose them during the day, like today." 

Kyungsoo nodded. "What's this thing called?" he asked. 

"Greenbloom's Syndrome. It's a type of amnesia. Kind of like what Drew Barrymore had in that movie, but that was fake," Jongin answered. 

Kyungsoo made a mental note, and stopped in his tracks. It felt wrong, though in no way would the boy even be aware, to jot something in his memory when Jongin had to write it down in a book. He glanced, feeling guilty. 

"...KYUNGSOO KNOWS," Jongin had written in thick, capital letters. He turned to look at the boy beside him. "It'll take a while for me to get used to this not being a secret from you. Just remind me, okay?" he asked with a sheepish smile. He felt like a burden. 

"Of course," Kyungsoo said. "Can I wake you up with a kiss?" 

Jongin shut the book, done writing for the night, and turned to face his bedmate. "Can you put me to sleep with a kiss?" 

"Is that a dare?" Kyungsoo rolled until he was on top of his boyfriend, and started kissing down his jawline. 

Jongin's breathing got heavier as he got excited. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he locked his fingers in Kyungsoo's soft hair. Aggressively, their lips found each other, and that was the end. That's when Kyungsoo reached out and turned off the lights, never breaking contact with the boy beneath him. 

***

Chanyeol and Baekhyun, however, knew lots about breaking contact. It was their fourth or fifth time doing so unwillingly, and for once there really was someone coming through the door. Joonmyun stumbled inside, swaying from left to right. He was clearly drunk, but on a Tuesday? 

"Hey guys. Nice to see you –hic– pretending not to know each other," he greeted, falling face first on his bed. "You know I know something's going on –hic– between you two." 

"Like what," Baekhyun asked calmly, "studying?" 

"Yeah? What class is –hic– Mickey Mouse for?" 

Chanyeol leaned in. "Drunk man has a point," he teased. 

"No, really guys. I know you guys –hic– are dating." Joonmyun's voice was muffled by the pillow in his mouth, but his words were crystal clear to the sweating couple. 

"What?" Baekhyun asked, while his boyfriend wondered, "How?" 

But Joonmyun had already fallen asleep, feet hanging off the end of the bed. He'd shattered two people's worlds and didn't stay awake long enough to know it. 

"I... I guess it's cause you're over so often, I don't know," Baekhyun panicked. "Maybe he jumped to conclusions and of the many he actually got it right? O-or he's having drunk thoughts. You know? He'll wake up and not remember a word— I'm sorry, Yeollie, this is my fault—" 

"Shh," hushed the taller one, taking Baekhyun into his arms reassuringly. "It's gonna be all right. You're not to blame for any of this. Do you hear me?" Weakly, Baekhyun nodded. "Good. Now we're going to get through this, and we're going to do it together, alright?" The boy in his arms nodded again. Chanyeol kissed the top of his head. "Maybe... Maybe you're right." Baekhyun glanced up in confusion. "Maybe it's time I come out?" 

Baekhyun stepped away, only just breaking the hug, and grabbed Chanyeol's hands. "Listen, Chanyeol, we can keep denying it. I don't care, as long as you're not being forced to tell your parents," 

Chanyeol shook his head with a smile. "Who's being forced? I'm a consenting adult. I do what I want." 

The older one wasn't so easily reassured by his boyfriend's jokester ways. "No, I feel like you're being forced... By me." 

His smile slipped off as soon as he realized Baekhyun was seriously feeling guilty. "No way, Baekhyun, listen to me. You're not forcing me into anything. Baekhyun, I love you. And I have loved you, and I still love you and I will keep loving you. And if telling everyone I'm gay is the price for being able to love you whenever I want, so be it. I'll pay, I'll pay a million times." 

A tear rolled down the short boy's cheek. "Chanyeol, that... That was rather poetic," he said with a smile and a sniffle. "I love you." This time it was him who initiated the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. "So this means we can make out in public?" 

Chanyeol smirked. "Yeah. But let's not forget the joys of privacy." He tipped his head to the side as he leaned in, locking their lips. 

From his bed, in his sleep, Joonmyun giggled. 

*** 

Kyungsoo opened his eyes in the morning and sat up, the motion making Jongin stir. He glanced at him with a sweet smile, then bent down to place a gentle and soft kiss on the other's unmoving