I just had a mental breakdown a day after Christmas thanks to my friend ヽ(｀Д´)ノ (д´ノ) ヽ( )ノ (ヽ´△) ヽ(´△`)ﾉ

"You told them...?!"

To even say how cliche the moment that Sungjong finally wasn't drunk and walked in on their conversation was an understatement, his fever having died down just enough for him to talk and move normally again. His face had a mixture of disappointment and anger.

"I didn't tell every little detail-"

"Get out get out GET OUT!" Sungjong yelled, making the hyungs run out of his house by purely yelling. Once everyone ran out of the house, only Myungsoo was standing in the hallway with Sungjong. The younger slowly crumbled and fell onto his knees, covering his face with his hands.

Myungsoo sighed, feeling the tense atmosphere get to him. He slowly sat down and slowly hugged the poor boy. It wasn't Myungsoo's first time seeing Sungjong so defeated and on the verge of tears.

He slowly started humming a tune that he remembered, remembering how singing something softly always cheered the boy up somewhat.

Aju orae jeon, neoreul bo atdeon
Geu neukkimeul gieokhae nan
Neoreul aratdeon, nareul aratdeon
Geu shi jeori saenggak na

Neoreul dalm go shipdeon, eo ulligo shipdeon
Ganjeol haetdeon shiganeul nan dashi, saenggakhae
Da jinagan, hannat chueok ppun ingeol

And Can you smile? Niga wonha janha, niga bara janha
Nae mam maneuro neun, neol jabeul suga eobtneun gabwa
And Can you smile? Naega gara janha, nan gwaenchanh da janha
Majimak neo ege, nan igeot bakken motju nabwa

Myungsoo playfully pouted, "Sungjongie~..."

Finally, the younger stiffled a laugh, "It's weird how you always know the right thing..."

Myungsoo smiled at Sungjong as he lifted his head up, tears threatening to fall down from his innocent doe eyes. He gently and caringly wiped away the tears from the corner of Sungjong's eyes.

"Please smile, my sun," Myungsoo teased.

"Jeez, you're never going to let me go from that, are you?" Sungjong lightly punched Myungsoo's chest.

The two now sat in comfortable silence, something that they haven't had in a long time thanks to their noisy hyungs and busy schedule now. Just the two of them, taking a breath from a non-hostile atmosphere.

"Can I as what you were crying about?" Myungsoo finally decided to break the silence.

"..." Sungjong sighed, "You don't... find it disgusting?"

The older could only blink in a clueless way, "Find what disgusting?"

"That... you know... about the whole... liking someone of the same ..." Sungjong murmured, "You know... especially..." and continued to murmur incoherent words.

"Previously liking Dongwoo? There's nothing wrong with that," Myungsoo huffed, "I'm not extremely conservatist like a majority of South Korea."

"'Previously'-? Well... I thought that I could fall for him if I started dating him... you know, stupid 'get over your crush thing'..." the younger continued to murmur. And that took a moment to click in Myungsoo's head.

Crush?

What?

Waht?

Wut?!

"Excuse me, but 'crush'?!" Myungsoo couldn't help but shout. And that took a moment to click in Sungjong's head.

"Wait- he didn't tell?!" Sungjong then slowly started turning red.

"No!!! Nothing at all about your so called 'crush'!!!" Myungsoo yelled in blasphemy.

"OhmygawdohmygawdIf-edupIf-edupAAHTHISISEMBARRASSING!" Sungjong quickly got up and was about to make a run but Myungsoo quickly clung onto Sungjong's foot before he could do so.

"No no no! Back track! Since when did you have a crush?!" Myungsoo yelled, struggling to hold Sungjong still with his foot.

"FORGET THAT I EVER SAID THAT! >///<"

"BLASPHEMY! D:<"

Sungjong finally stopped struggling and when Myungsoo looked up he couldn't help but pause for a bit too. The boy's face was bright red from both embarrassment and due to being on the verge of crying with a guilty look in his eyes and the fever coming back again.

"Just... let me go Myungsoo... please...!"

Myungsoo softened his hold, letting go soon enough. He sighed in defeat, "Okay Sungjong... Please don't cry again..."

"Let's go to bed... okay...? The fever is coming back..." Sungjong sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. Myungsoo silently helped Sungjong return to his bed, the younger laying on his bed with a soft 'thump'.

The older pulled the blanket over the younger's body and was about to leave the bedroom when there was a slight tug on the hem of his shirt.

"Don't leave..." Sungjong murmured weakly.

Myungsoo went to the other side of the bed and laid beside Sungjong, turning the latter over and hugging him, leaving just enough room for Sungjong to have fresh air.

"Aren't you going to catch my fever like this...?" Sungjong murmured sleepily.

"It's fine... Anything to cheer you up..." Myungsoo said, holding him just a bit tighter but making sure that he was still comfortable.

"You're always there for me... no matter what... like the silly, clingy puppy you are..." Sungjong giggled softly.

"Forever following you. You know, I read a long time ago somewhere that if you've been friends with someone for over seven years you'll most likely be friends forever..." Myungsoo said, but in all honesty, something was off with that statement.

No matter how many times he read that throughout the years that they've been friends, it never really sounded correct in his mind. There was just something weird with that sentence.

"Unless you're Woohyun... I might never say this... but I'm sorta glad that he had still bothered me like you do for the 11 years that I've known him..." Sungjong said before finally falling asleep.

That was obviously one sentence he never thought of hearing coming from Sungjong and purely hearing that made him feel that odd bitterness in his heart again. Although the bitterness seemed worse this time.

Woohyun always bothering Sungjong with love confessions obviously annoyed the two of them, for himself though, it was probably different. Now that Sungjong finally confessed that he was glad Woohyun stuck with him... it just didn't settle right in his mind.

"Don't scrunch up your face..." Sungjong was barely awake to say so, "Just... sleep..."

Was he scrunching up his face with deep thoughts?

Myungsoo inwardly sighed this time and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

He just wished that they woud return to their childhood, where it was just the two of them.