Yoseob thinks that he's lucky.

  The reason?   "Yoseob-ah, my mom packed some for you," a boy gives him a lunch box, "She said you should eat more because you're too skinny. I retorted, of course, because you always eat my bread and pudding every lunch but she doesn't believe me so, here."   Yoseob smiles, the smile that shows his cute dimples then grins, "Thank you, hyung."   "Now that you have your own lunch box, I forbid you to take my bread and pudding again," the older boy says, "I am hungry too, I need more energy to play soccer against Gikwang today." "But hyung can I have you banana milk instead?" Yoseob pouts. The older boy thinks for a while, then sighs as he sees Yoseob's unwavering pout.   "Fine, take it."             Yoseob thinks that he's lucky.   More reason?   "Hyung, you remember my birthday right?"   The older boy spurtes his drink, wetting the younger's shirt--and face. Yoseob frowns and pouts then shouts, "YAAAAAHHHHH HYUUUUNGGGG!!!"   "So-sorry, Yoseob-ah," the older boy rummages his bag frantically, searching for his towel, "Sorry, wait wait." "You are so gross hyung," Yoseob hits him, "Lucky I haven't take a bath." "Sorry, Seob," the older boy finally find his towel, quickly drying the younger carefully and delicately as if Yoseob is made from glass, "I am shocked, okay." "That means you don't remember my birthday," Yoseob says softly as the older boy wipes the remaining water on his face. "Who says I don't remember your birthday?" the older boy stops, looking right through Yoseob's eyes, "Of course I remember. In less than 8 hours your age is no longer 17,