#TWO
I'll Be Your Light Taking out his walking cane, Youngjae was ready to walk home. It’s a bummer that Jaebum couldn’t make it like he usually does, but that’s understandable. Smiling widely, Youngjae hoped for his best friend to have a great date, and hopefully, the bad boy would transform into a gentleman for once.
Youngjae began walking as his arm stretches out, carefully and slowly waving his cane around, searching for any obstacles. He faced forwards, mouth sometimes uttering an apology for those his cane had hit. Youngjae didn’t like using the cane; he wasn’t good at controlling it nor does he like holding it. Jaebum always made it easier, but the said male isn’t here, so the struggle is on Youngjae.
“Yah! Choi Youngjae!” A rough voice seared through the air as it reaches Youngjae’s sensitive ears.
He could only sigh. “Here they go, again.”
“Oh my, looks who’s being a good boy!” Doohwan smirked devilishly as him and his group of friends approached the blind boy. “How’s my best man doing? Miss me?”
“Yeah, missed you so much,” Youngjae replied sarcastically. He cursed God for choosing today to write his awful fate. Feeling himself being shoved backwards, Youngjae tried to balance himself whilst dropped his cane. His backpack was ripped off his shoulders and comes more pushing and shoving until his back hits the uncomfortable poking of a wall of old welded wire. “What do you want?” Youngjae spat venomously.
“Don’t be so rude. We just miss you,” looking around, although Youngjae couldn’t see, Doohwan his lips and cracked a chilling grin. “Where’s your boyfriend, Youngjae-ah? Ditched you for some ?”
Youngjae didn’t reply. There’s no use explaining to those who eat stupidity as a three-meal course. Instead, Youngjae scoffed and leaned comfortably against the wire mesh, lifting his face up. All he could see was darkness, but Youngjae knows his face looks very provoking right now. Jaebum had told him that.
Angry because he didn’t get an expected response, Doohwan slammed a hand on the mesh, dangerously close to Youngjae’s face. The wall of wire shook violently as the amount of force increasingly pressured against it. Doohwan’s grin was long off his rather bright and handsome face of a popular bad boy. Of course, not anywhere as close as good-looking like Im Jaebum.
“This isn’t good. He'd left you alone. Aren’t you lonely, my Youngjae? Wanna come and hang out with us?”
“I’m not yours, so why don’t you bite it and off.”
A soft scoff left the bully’s cunning mouth, “come on, now. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
“No,” Youngjae grind his teeth together as an attempt to look tough. “leave me alone.”
“Oh, no, no, no, I can’t do that! You clearly need help! Let me be a good friend and take you home, then.”
The smirk was back on Doohwan’s lips. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. They had a long history together. It’s just harder nowadays with Jaebum sticking so impossibly close to Youngjae. Doohwan rarely gets a chance like today, so he was determined to make it worth the long wait. Except the chance left as soon as it visited.
“No need,” Jaebum’s stern voice firing with a hint of fury echoed throughout the alley. “I’ll be taking him home but thanks for the offer.”
Doohwan groaned inwardly, rolling his eyes. "Of course Im Jaebum would show up at the most exciting moment in his shining armor to rescue the damsel in distress.”
Jaebum pushed passed the group of boys and picked up Youngjae’s backpack, then he reached out and grabbed his best friend’s wrist, pulling him off the mesh and securely next to his side. With a hard glare and no words, Jaebum warned them to stop their little game before someone’s blood will spill, and it wouldn’t be his nor Youngjae’s. Silently dragging Youngjae away, Jaebum could care less if he had added more fuel into Doohwan's built-up anger. The most important thing to Jaebum right now is protecting Youngjae.
“You’ll regret this, Im Jaebum!” Doohwan yelled, frustration bubbling up within him but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Already a couple of blocks away from those wannabe thugs, Youngjae frowned disappointedly. “You didn’t go.”
“Before you start pouting and sulking,” Jaebum sighed. Youngjae’s hand was slipping off from his tricep, so with his other free hand that wasn’t in his pants’ pocket, Jaebum held his best friend’s wrist. “Your mom wants me over for dinner,” Jaebum guided Youngjae’s hand back on its supporting place.
Youngjae gripped tightly onto the material of Jaebum’s blazer, “Mom? What? Why? Today isn’t special.”
“What an idiot,” Jaebum rolled his eyes, “it’s your Birthday, Jae-ah.”
A small gasp escaped Youngjae’s lips, “oh. I completely forgot.”
“It’s fine. I forgot it, too, sorry.”
Youngjae gave Jaebum a light shove. Without Youngjae knowing or seeing, Jaebum’s lips curved up into a small warm smile. But being Youngjae, who could probably sense everything, grinned happily. “No, you didn’t.”
“That’s why I didn’t want to go with Sohee, but you looked so much happier when I said I’ll go, so I did. Only to get called in the middle of our make-out session from your mom, demanding me to come over. I stopped and gathered my things,” Jaebum informed. “She broke my bike, Jae. I’m so sad.”
Youngjae laughed, “serves you right!”
“Yah! It’s because of you.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s karma. That’s what you get, your Highness.”
Groaning annoyingly, Jaebum kicked a fallen leave in despise, “stop that. It’s so gross. Why the hell am I even the Ice Prince? Makes no sense.”
“You’re cold and cool.”
“Whatever. People are stupid.”
“Yah.”
“Not you.”
“Good.”
Jaebum scoffed, “what you mean good? You can’t see to do .”
“YAH! Im Jaebum you-“
“We’re here.”
Youngjae pout and stomped his foot, trying to show that he’s mad and annoyed. “It’s my Birthday! Be nice!”
“Whatever. Congrats on finally turning eighteen,” Jaebum patted Youngjae’s head. “I’m so proud of you.”
Youngjae just smacked Jaebum’s hand away, disliking the affection the other was giving. Jaebum chuckled and shook his head, thinking about how childish his eighteen-year-old best friend is being. Looking up at the gate of Youngjae’s house, Jaebum sighed.
He hates having to do this but couldn’t help but wants to impress Youngjae’s family.
Taking his hand out of his pocket, Jaebum reached up to his ears and started removing his earrings.
“What are you doing?” Youngjae asked as soon as he felt his own hand sliding off of Jaebum’s arm.
“Tryna be presentable,” answered Jaebum as he pocketed all of his earrings, leaving his ears cleaned. Touching his gelled hair, Jaebum frowned, “do you have water?”
“Yeah, in my backpack.”
Jaebum took Youngjae’s backpack and ped it. He searched around and pulled out a water bottle. He twisted open the cap and poured a little amount onto his palm. With the water, Jaebum applied it to his hair, smoothing down the ‘bad boy updo’ and letting his dark fringe falls against his forehead. Fixing his bangs and ruffling around, Jaebum didn’t notice the little roll of the eyes Youngjae was doing.
“I don’t understand why you need to do this,” Youngjae said, “do you really looked that different?”
“Yes, Jae, I do,” sweeping his fingers through his head full of hair and making sure his bangs neatly adjusting just above his eyes, Jaebum replied. When he was done with his hair, Jaebum went on to button up his white uniform shirt. “If only you could see.”
“. I know. But you’ll get used - what are you doing?” Youngjae felt Jaebum’s hands prying at his tie. “Jaebum, this is unnecessary. I don’t think-“ And his tie was off. Youngjae sighed.
Jaebum quickly tied Youngjae's necktie around his neck, tucking it nearly under the collars of his shirt. He buttoned up his blazer. And with one last smooth flip of his hair, Jaebum smiled, satisfied with his last-minute ‘disguise.’
If Youngjae could see, he’ll be surprised at how drastically different a bad boy looked without his earrings and messy pompadour, instead, with a tie and classic straight dark soft locks.
“Are you done, Mister Extra?” Youngjae asked, tired of waiting for his best friend to fake a professional look.
“Peachy, let’s go.”
Opening the gate, Jaebum led Youngjae inside. “Mom, I’m home!” Youngjae called out.
Appearing at the door, a woman in her late-thirties smiled endearingly. She wiped her hands on the violet apron she was wearing. “Youngjae! Jaebum! You’re back!”
“Hello, Mrs. Choi,” Jaebum politely bowed.
“This kid, how many time I told you to call me Mom?”
“Then, hi, Mom,” Jaebum flashed a wide smile. Youngjae’s mother returned the smile with her own equally bright one.
“Well, you two can go up, I’ll call when dinner’s done,” Mrs. Choi said, “and Youngjae, baby, Happy Birthday,” she leaned towards her son and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“Thanks, Mom,” Youngjae grinned. “I love you, too.”
And with a nod, Mrs. Choi dismissed the two boys upstairs. Jaebum didn’t forget to smile and wave a little ‘hello’ as they were passing by Mr. Choi and Youngjae’s grandmother. They all smiled at Jaebum’s politeness and seemed very pleased that their Youngjae’s best friend was able to make it.
“Oh my God, Choi Youngjae,” Jaebum sighed heavily as soon as he opened the door to Youngjae’s room. He’d never seen a room this messy. Clothes were everywhere. Books, opened and closed ones, were laying all over the floor and scattered out on top of the study desk. Empty water bottles stacked themselves in all corners of the room. Candy wrappers were thrown carelessly on the floor. The bed was a mess with pillows in and out of their cases and sheets crumbled helplessly as they tangled themselves with the blanket.
Youngjae just sheepishly smiled. Although he doesn’t know how his room looked like, but he could imagine how horrible it must have looked.
“I legit just cleaned it for you like three weeks ago. What the Hell happened?”
“Um,” Youngjae bit his lower lip, “life?”
“Go sit your down,” Jaebum commanded. Youngjae obeyed, afraid to anger his best friend. “This will be your birthday present.”
Couldn’t stop himself before his lips poked out into an innocent pout, Youngjae found his way through the piles of messes to a rocking chair that was gifted to him on his fifteenth birthday from Jaebum. Situating himself patiently, Youngjae listened to the rustling and grumbling of his best friend who’s busy throwing trashes and folding clothes. Jaebum was such a clean freak, completely opposite of Youngjae. The blind male leaned back against his chair and gently rocks himself.
“How can you live like this?” Jaebum continued to complain, although his hands didn’t stop fluffing the pillows and laying out the sheets.
“You can’t expect it to be clean, Bummie. I’m blind for God’s sake.”
“Don’t give me that bull. I know you’re well capable of cleaning up even if it’s just a little. You were just lazy.”
Youngjae scoffed, “whatever, why do I even bother explaining to you?”
Silence fell on them as Jaebum finished cleaning the rest of Youngjae’s room, leaving no trace of any messiness or dirtiness that it was before. After the successful operation of cleaning his best friend’s room, Jaebum plopped himself down on the, now prettily made, bed and buried his face into one of the pillows. Youngjae walked over slowly and joined Jaebum on the bed.
“You’ve worked hard, Mister Im,” Youngjae said.
“Thanks,” said Jaebum.
A comfortable silence engulfed the room, again. This time it was more peaceful. Jaebum let Youngjae used his arm as a pillow as they laid next to each other. And like many other times, Jaebum couldn’t help but stare into Youngjae’s empty eyes; he’s mesmerized.
For some odd reason, Jaebum finds it calming whenever he looks into Youngjae’s eyes. Those brown orbs are so soothing like the quiet waves of an ocean at night. It’s like they hold the entire universe within. But as it was comforting and calm, Youngjae’s eyes are also full of mute screams and darkness. The more you look, the more you get drag into an endless abyss of pain and desires. Then, Jaebum gets lost. He would run around in the maze of those dark crystals but never managed to find the right way out.
“Jae-ah,” Jaebum softly called as his other hand reached over, allowing the tips of his cold fingers to gently ran over the outline of his best friend’s eye. “Sometimes, don’t you want to see?”
Giving a small smile, Youngjae nodded, “of course. But then, I realized there are things I don’t want to see as well and there’s too many.”
“True.”
“I want to see you, though.”
“That’s quite obvious, stupid.”
“Yah!”
They were play-fighting (more like Youngjae slapping the out of a laughing Jaebum) when Youngjae’s mother’s voice rang up the stairs. Jaebum, still amusingly trying to suppress his laughter, pulled Youngjae up to his feet. They left the room and joined the family downstairs. Taking a seat across from Youngjae, Jaebum greeted the elders again.
“Jaebum, you grow more handsome everyday, love,” Youngjae’s grandmother said, her voice soft and doting.
“What are you saying, Grandma, you’re making me blush,” Jaebum smiled sweetly.
“Our Jaebum is such a man these days,” Mr. Choi commented while picking up his chopsticks. “Youngjae-ah, you should learn from your friend.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Youngjae rolled his eyes.
Dinner didn’t officially start until after everyone at the table harmonized together for a birthday song. They were all eating away and chatting among themselves over just about anything. Jaebum was mentioned a lot, especially since Youngjae’s family is very fond of him. In their eyes, Im Jaebum is this perfect eighteen-year-old. Not only is Jaebum good-looking, he’s always so polite and kind. He’s clean and has a truthful personality. And his eyes could actually see when they open.
The cake was brought up. Everyone sung the birthday song again. Youngjae blew out the candle and closed his eyes to make a wish. During that moment, the only person who was looking at Youngjae with such affection and proudness in their eyes was Jaebum. The others were looking, too, just in a completely different light that spelt pity and sadness. But of course, Youngjae doesn’t know that. Even if he does, he didn’t say anything. It doesn’t matter anyways.
Mrs. Choi did the honor and cut the cake, dividing it to everyone who’s sitting at the table. Everything was going fine until it slipped from her excited mouth. “How is it, Jaebum? I purposely buy it to your taste.”
Youngjae’s mother regretted that as soon as it left . Grandmother looked at her own daughter with wide eyes, shocked at how unbelievable those words were. Mr. Choi had to hold himself back from letting out an exasperated sigh. Jaebum stopped eating and looked up at his best friend. Youngjae was speechless, sad even, but all he did was cracked a tiny smile, pretending he wasn’t hurt.
“I see,” Youngjae said, “so did you like it, Bummie-ah?”
Times like these, all Jaebum could do was shifting in his seat awkwardly while biting down on his lower lip, trying to search for the right answer. If there was a right answer at all. Jaebum wanted to badly break his current ‘good boy’ image and lashes out at the person who he considered as his second mother for rudely ruining her own son’s birthday like that. Anger was an understatement of how Jaebum was feeling. If there was anything Im Jaebum hates the most in the world is people who disregard Choi Youngjae’s feelings.
“It’s nice. Thank you, Mom,” Jaebum said instead, eyes never left the restrained expression on Youngjae’s face. “Did you like it, Jae?”
With a slight nod and a blinding fake smile, Youngjae replied, “yeah, I like it. As known, Im Jaebum has the best taste!”
Mr. Choi cleared his throat to interrupt the uncomfortable atmosphere that’s suffocating everyone. “Well, what do you want for your Birthday, son?”
“Plane ticket,” that was the fastest answer anyone had ever received from Youngjae. His eyes sparkled like shining stars against the midnight sky. Jaebum almost fell out of his seat just from looking at how fast Youngjae’s cold eyes suddenly transformed into something as bright as the sun.
“Plane ticket? To where?” Jaebum asked, very curious to what could possibly make Youngjae’s entire face lit up with colors like this.
“Belgium!” Youngjae cheered, the whole cake incident completely forgotten. He wasn't even eating the cake at this point.
“Oh, I heard it’s very nice over there! You should let him go,” Youngjae’s grandmother exclaimed excitedly.
Smiling weakly, Mr. Choi didn’t have the heart to reject, “all right, I’ll get you one, and Jaebum, you should come along to watch over our Youngjae.”
Now it’s Jaebum’s face to lit up hysterically, thrilled to go on a trip with his best friend. “Thank you so mu-“
“Can’t I go alone?” Youngjae’s question silenced the whole table. “No, it’s not that I don’t like you, Jaebum. I just want to experience it, you know, alone?”
Didn’t question Youngjae’s intentions nor was hurt by it, Jaebum smiled widely while facing Youngjae. “Of course! Go and have fun!”
Except not everyone liked the idea.
“Dear, I’m worry, you can’t just go alone,” first, it was the grandmother.
“Baby, how are you going to get by? What if you’re lost and hungry? What if you don’t know the language and gets stuck on the streets or something? What if-“ then, it was the mother.
“I don’t like that idea. Either you’re going with Jaebum or don’t go at all,” lastly, it was the father.
“Why do I have to rely everything on Jaebum? He’s busy, too. He doesn’t have time to babysit me,” Youngjae argued, his hands balled into fists under the table.
Jaebum his lips nervously. He recognized this vibe. And it’s never a good vibe. “Youngjae-“
“Jaebum is here to help you, always been, you can’t do anything on your own. You’re not going anywhere by yourself.” Youngjae’s father stated in terrifying authoritative. The man of the household had spoken up. It’s best to not resist.
But Youngjae thinks differently.
“You all think I’m incapable! Wow. I can’t believe this,” Youngjae stood up so fast that his chair was knocked down to its back.
“Sit down, young man! You do not disrespect your father!”
“No, I won’t, because all of you ever did was pity me and think I’m this weak kid just because I can’t see! See, today is my birthday and you all had no shame in complimenting and caring for my ing best friend in front of me! Is Jaebum that great? HE ISN’T EVEN YOUR SON!”
“CHOI YOUNGJAE,” Mr. Choi’s feet also brought himself up; he was furious. “How dare you use profanity in my presence? You insolent child! Apologize to everyone right now!”
Standing there with balled fists so hard that his knuckles were painted white, Youngjae tried to hold in those tears that threaten to fall. Jaebum hates seeing those dark oceans he loved so much pooling with contamination.
“Mister Choi, please, calm down,” Jaebum said, wanting desperately to grab his best friend’s wrist and drag themselves out of this darn Hell.
“Honey…” Mrs. Choi looked at her husband with pleading eyes. She’d already ruined the night. She didn’t want her own husband, her dear son’s father, to make it worse. “Sit down, huh?”
“Apologize, Youngjae,” Mr. Choi sighed as he pulled himself down to sit. “It’s your birthday. I don’t want to raise my voice at you.”
Youngjae scoffed, “like anyone of you ever cared for my birthday.”
“Youngjae-“
Youngjae was already dashing out of the room before his father could even begin screaming at him for being disrespectful and selfish. Jaebum quickly got up from his seat and bowed as an apology for Youngjae and ran out of the dining room.
“Yah! Choi Youngjae!” Jaebum caught up to his best friend at the gates. Before Youngjae could open them, Jaebum stepped in front and put a hand on top of the handle, blocking it out of Youngjae’s reach.
“Move, Im Jaebum,” Youngjae said through gritted teeth. “You’re the last person I want to talk to right now. Go away.”
Sighing, Jaebum only said, “wait here. Don’t go anywhere, Youngjae.”
There’s no reason for Youngjae to wait when Jaebum is the center of his family’s attention. So, he didn’t. He didn’t wait.
By the time Jaebum was out at the gates again, Youngjae was nowhere to be found. Sighing again, Jaebum opened the gates and step out, running in one direction and hoping he knows his best friend well enough to guess which direction. Jaebum did know Youngjae well enough. Not long and Jaebum had already spotted a shivering blind boy striding down the neighborhood.
“Yah! Choi Youngjae! I SAID WAIT!” Jaebum shouted. He knows Youngjae heard him.
But Youngjae didn’t wait.
Puffing out a breath that fogged up immediately as smoke because of how low the temperature had dropped during the night, Jaebum picked up his speed and ran down towards Youngjae. He didn’t have to worry that his best friend would run away because: for one, being blind had hindered Youngjae’s sense of direction and ability to run freely without caring he’ll crash into something, and for two, Youngjae wouldn’t admit it but he needs Jaebum to comfort him right now, because Jaebum is probably the only one who’s willingly stay by his side and accept every flaw he has.
“Yah,” Jaebum caught up and pulled Youngjae back by his the blind male’s elbow. “I told you to wait. Why didn’t you?”
“Leave me alone, Jaebum,” Youngjae tried to yank his arm away from his best friend’s persistent grip. “I want to be alone. Let. Me. Go.”
“Fine.”
Jaebum roughly lets go, causing Youngjae to stumbled a bit on his feet. When he did regained his balance, Youngjae started walking away from Jaebum, far from his best friend as possible. And Jaebum lets him. Because this always happens.
Youngjae couldn’t tell what was in front of him without his walking cane (or Jaebum). So he had no idea there was a pole stationed in his path. Youngjae almost bumped into it, but luckily, he puts both of his arms out and stopped before his face could planted itself on that huge electric pole. Panic was definitely Youngjae’s word.
“Jaebum… Jae-Jaebum! Where are you? Jae-“ Youngjae frantically yelled out, hoping Jaebum hasn’t really left him to walk alone.
“Here. I’m right here,” Jaebum sighed and grabbed Youngjae’s wrist. “Still wants me to leave you alone?”
Embarrassingly shaking his head, Youngjae said, “no, stay with me.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Jaebum rolled his eyes as Youngjae latched his hand on Jaebum’s (borrowed from Youngjae) jacket.
Youngjae didn’t say anything and kept his head low. Jaebum looked at his best friend and shook his head softly. He then proceeded to drape a jacket over Youngjae’s shoulders. The said male flinched a bit at the sudden weight but quickly eases. Jaebum helped Youngjae to get in his jacket since the blind eighteen-year-old was shivering uncontrollably.
“Promise me you’ll be smart next time and bring a jacket with you whenever you decided to take off like this,” Jaebum sighed as he fixed the lapels of Youngjae’s coat.
“Being warm wasn’t what on my mind when I’m angry,” Youngjae said.
“I know.”
“Then, don’t make me promise something I’ve got no intentions of keeping.”
“Stop this, Jae-ah. You know they love and care about you-“
“No, they don’t. They love you. You’re so perfect in their eyes and they’d rather have you as their son than me. Maybe they should adopt you and put me up for adoption.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jaebum smirked playfully, “who would want you?”
Youngjae bit his inner cheeks, “you’re right. Who would…”
Looking over, Jaebum smiled, “idiot, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Doesn’t matter. No one wants me.”
“I want you. C’mere,” Jaebum pulled his best friend into a sideway hug, “you still got me.”
“Thank you, Jaebum,” Youngjae said, “really, thank you. I’m so grateful you’re in my depressing life.”
“Anytime, Jae,” Jaebum patted his best friend’s head. “Just don’t do anything stupid like jumping off the bridge and you’ll have me forever.”
“So cheesy, Im Jaebum,” Youngjae laughed. “What if everyone at school found out that you’re actually like this?”
“I’ll be more popular, because, then, people wouldn’t know me as cold but warm and sweet,” Jaebum winked, even though Youngjae couldn’t see it. But it doesn’t matter. Because Jaebum likes to acts as if Youngjae could see.
“But you’ll have a future, Jaebum. You’ll go to college and get married, have your own little cozy family,” Youngjae said.
“You can live with us if you want.”
“Ew. No thanks. I don’t wanna be awaken in the middle of the night just because you and your wife couldn’t keep it down.”
Jaebum chuckled and grinned, “that’s true.”
Youngjae shrugged. There will be a day when Jaebum leaves him behind to move on with his life. And Youngjae understands; he wouldn’t want his best friend to stick around and gave up a future because of him. Youngjae wants Jaebum to be happy.
“Well, that’s too far into the future,” Jaebum said as he looked up at the starry sky above them, “we’ll think about it when it comes. Right now, it’s just this.”
Stopping on his track, Jaebum dug his hands inside his pants’ pocket. Youngjae curiously titled his head, wondering why Jaebum had stopped. Jaebum pulled out a silver chain from his pocket and turned to Youngjae.
“Hand.”
Youngjae stuck out his hand without questions. Jaebum smiled and wrapped the chain around Youngjae’s wrist. The cold contact with silver made Youngjae jumped in surprise but soon calm down when he realized what it was. His smile grew wider.
“Happy Birthday, Choi Youngjae,” Jaebum said and pulled his best friend into a bone-crushing hug. “You’re finally eighteen!”
“Thank you! You’re the best, Im Jaebum!” Youngjae shouted happily as he returned the hug and snuggle against his best friend’s warmth. “I swear I don’t deserve you.”
They break apart after a few more minutes. Youngjae couldn’t help but asks, “is it real? Must be expensive.” His hand wouldn’t stop touching the silver chain that’s now resting rightfully around his wrist.
“Real silver,” Jaebum watches Youngjae fondly, “a bit expensive, but you know, my parents always leave a full envelope for me each month instead of coming home. I just saved up.”
“I’m touched.”
“I know.”
“But I also feels bad.”
“Why?”
“I only got you a teddy bear for your eighteenth birthday.”
“It was a life-size and for your information, Choi Youngjae, I do hug it every night, so you’re good.”
“Okay!”
“But it wasn’t a bear…”
“WHAT? So Grandma lied to me…. What was it, though?”
“A beaver.”
Youngjae let out a loud laughed, “that’s fine! It suits you, too!”
“You don’t even know what’s a beaver look like,” Jaebum scoffed while rolling his eyes.
“But did you like it?”
“Yes, I love it. It's very soft and warm.”
“Then, that’s all it matters.”
“Wanna sleep over?”
Nodding without missing a beat, Youngjae replied with much enthusiasm in his voice, “yeah!”
“Okay,” half-linking Youngjae’s arm with his own, Jaebum led his best friend away from the place he hated most at the moment. “Let’s go then."
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