“What-, no-, what? Wha-?” he tried to say something, as Himchan started laughing again.

“Don't hurt yourself, I'm all about consensual sheet gymnastics,” his friend continued and Yongguk facepalmed. Why was he cursed with friends like this? Usually it wasn't directed to him either, so he could feel his blush growing stronger.

“I'm going to go get some water,” he muttered and went to the kitchen, still blushing furiously. The worst part was, it wasn't like he was against taking off his jeans in front of Himchan. It would just be weird, somehow... in some way. Maybe...

His mind was a mess he concluded, and took a drink of water.

“Did I make you hot?” Himchan's voice asked from behind him, and Yongguk spat his water out in surprise.

“Would you stop?” he groaned, but with no heat, as he stared at the water dripping from the cabinets in front of him.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself,” Himchan chuckled. “I'll stop.”

“Thank you!” Yongguk said and took a cloth to dry off the cabinets.

“But just say the word and I'll be there,” his friend added. Yongguk sent a glare in his friend's direction, even though he couldn't help but find it slightly funny too. Himchan's happy and teasing smile was a sight to behold as well. He couldn't help but feel happy about the situation, despite his own embarrassment.

“What was it you wanted to ask me?” Yongguk sighed, trying to hide his smile.

Himchan looked leaned on the doorframe, still smiling. “I was wondering if you wanted to eat dinner at my house?”

Yongguk couldn't fight his smile anymore. “Yeah, sure,” he nodded.

“Great! I'll text my parents,” his friend smiled and found his phone. After a short moment, Himchan looked up again with a smirk on his lips. “So when do I get to meet your friends?”

He felt his smile fall. . He had forgotten about that deal. “Uhm...”

Himchan chuckled happily. “Today is a really good day for me,” he grinned.

“I've noticed,” Yongguk smiled once more. He couldn't help it when his friend smiled like that.

“And you simply love it when I tease you,” Himchan sang. “I've noticed, and it's okay,” he continued in mock seriousness. “Some people like being embarrassed.”

“Oh come on,” Yongguk laughed.

Himchan grinned back mischievously.

“You're as bad as my other friends,” Yongguk shook his head with a chuckle.

“Whom I'll be meeting when?”

“Well, we usually talk in the evenings or at night, so I think it'd be best if we wait for the weekend,” Yongguk answered with a sigh and a smile at his friend. He just never gave up.

“Yes, I do sleep at night, so I think that might be best,” Himchan nodded happily.

“Next weekend?”

“Sounds great.”

“I'm going to regret this, aren't I?”

“Maybe,” his friend grinned. It really was a good look on him. It warmed his heart, with all the fondness he felt for the other. He was beautiful like this.

Yongguk took a sip of his water. Was it weird for him to think this? He didn't feel the same about Youngjae, Daehyun or Hyosung. It was like everything was intensified with Himchan. Like no one ever before. Maybe it was a sign of something more. That he didn't want them to be just friends. He wanted them to be best friends. It was a nice thought.

“You look like you're thinking deeply about something,” Himchan interrupted him. He nodded. Yeah. Best friends with Himchan, and it felt like they were on their way. “Well I hope it's about the presentation, because it's about time we finished the damn thing.”

Yongguk laughed and put his empty glass down. “Come on, then,” he said and the two went back to the living room.

“Rule number one,” Himchan started as soon as they reached his house. “Do not, at any point, mention gas.”

“What? Why?” Yongguk asked confused.

“It'll end up in horrible jokes from my parents, trust me, you do not want to hear them,” Himchan answered. “Rule number two: if they start gushing, accept, ignore and move on.”

“Gushing about what?”

“Anything and everything,” his friend vaguely answered. “Ruler number three.”

“How many rules are there?”

“Rule number three,” Himchan ignored him. “If they do something to make you uncomfortable, signal to me and I'll do my best to help us escape.”

“What could they-”

“Rule number four!” Himchan interrupted. “What happens at the dinner table, stays at the dinner table.”

“What?”

“For both our sakes.”

“I really don't get why-”

The door opened, interrupting them. A woman stood there, with long black hair and the same nose as Himchan. She was a small one, with a wide smile that reminded him of his friend when he was teasing.

“What are you doing out here? Come in, come in,” she ushered them inside. “I hope you haven't been scaring him, Channie, we all know you have a flair for the dramatics.”

“Guess where I got it from,” Himchan answered dryly. Yongguk smiled.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Yongguk,” the woman told him and shook his hand. “My name is Eunjoo.”

“Nice to meet you,” he nodded his head.

“Channie did say you were polite, I hope he hasn't filled you with nonsense,” she said, looking over at Himchan with a teasing glare. “But hurry up, dinner's ready.”

“She seems nice,” Yongguk said, when she left them to take their shoes off.

“Just wait,” Himchan told him, sounding like his doom was nigh. And then he did something that surprised Yongguk.

His friend was ping his hoodie, and hung it on the coat rack. Beneath it, he was wearing a normal black T-shirt and... it fit him really well. For the first time, he saw Himchan wearing something that wasn't an over-sized hoodie, and it was really weird. He looked really nice, but it was also really weird not to see the shadows fall across his face. His hair looked fluffy. Yongguk wanted to touch it. The arms too. Heck he wanted to pinch himself to check if this was really real.

Also, he was staring.

“You're staring,” Himchan told him, looking slightly uncomfortable, but also like he didn't want to look uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” Yongguk apologized. “You uhm... it's the first time I see you without a-uhm slightly over-sized hoodie... and you look good,” he tried to explain himself, feeling himself blush.

It looked like Himchan was blushing too. “Thanks.”

For a moment they stood there, looking at each other, before Himchan's mother called, asking them what they were doing that could be taking so long.

“Patience is a virtue,” his friend told his mother as they entered the large kitchen, where a table stood ready for dining.

“I've been patient with you so far,” she responded, ending in a judging raised eyebrow from her son.

“So are we going to stare at the food or eat?” a deep and cheerful voice asked behind them. Yongguk turned to find a man a little taller than him, with soft features. The roundness of his cheeks were the same as Himchan's, so it was probably his dad.

“Changwook, nice to finally meet you,” the man introduced himself and shook his hand. Yongguk replied with his own name and a nod of his head. “Let's eat! I made lasagna.”

“I knew I married you for a reason,” Himchan's mother threw a wink and hand gun in Changwook's direction before they all sat down at the table. Yongguk was served a huge chunk of the lasagna, that he wasn't even sure he'd be able to eat.

“So, what are your future plans?” Eunjoo asked.

“What?” Yongguk replied, startled.

“Education wise? Job wise?” she elaborated.

“Oh, uhm, I was hoping to major in music, with a minor in literature and history,” Yongguk told them.

“He said history, I approve,” Eunjoo declared, turning to her husband beside her. “You take over.”

Yongguk looked at Himchan in slight confusion, but he was facepalming quite spectacularly with closed eyes. Take over?

“You've been spending a lot of time with our son,” Changwook said, looking at him oddly. What was this about?

“Yeah, we're friends,” he answered. They were. They are. Hopefully best friends at some point. Himchan was worth every second of Yongguk's time and more.

Changwook and Eunjoo smiled widely. “Oh, that is so good to hear,” Changwook smiled.

“He hasn't had a friend since the fifth grade,” Eunjoo continued.

“Mom,” Himchan groaned.

“No, your cousin and his best friend do not count,” Eunjoo told her son.

“They're family,” Changwook nodded.

“But we're so glad you two have found each other,” Eunjoo smiled.

“Channie tells us you don't have any other friends at school?” Changwook asked.

“Because you sleep all the time,” Eunjoo continued without letting Yongguk answer.

“He says you look cute when you do that.”

“How do you study?”

“Was it something about studying at night instead?”

“That isn't very healthy, is it?”

“But we're glad the history project has brought you two together.”

“History does wonderful things, don't you think?” Eunjoo smiled dreamily into thin air.

“Do you bake?” Changwook asked, and silence finally found its way to the table.

“I... haven't really tried,” Yongguk answered, feeling overrun by questions he didn't even have time to answer.

“That's a shame, Channie loves cake,” Eunjoo told him, winking at her son. “I got you, son,” she stage whispered.

Now Yongguk was really confused.

“Mom, dad,” Himchan started. “As the esteemed parents of this household, I suggest you pull your act together, and move it out of town, as it is not only immensely annoying but also making our guest uncomfortable,” he told them, with an air about him as if he was talking to a court.

“Your suggestion has been noted,” Changwook replied, in the same tone. “However, it must be taken up to a vote in the court. All who favor this suggestion, say 'aye'.”

“Aye,” Himchan said immediately, but Eunjoo remained quiet with a mischievous grin on her face. “Say 'aye',” his friend told him quietly.

“Aye?” Yongguk asked more than said.

“All against, say 'nay',” Changwook continued, followed by both him and his wife saying 'nay'. “Your suggestion has been denied.”

“What? It was a clear tie!” Himchan protested. Yongguk looked around and gave up. He ate his lasagna. Which was really really good. The best he ever tasted.

“No,” Eunjoo grinned. “Our votes weigh more, as we are the adults.”

Yongguk ate more lasagna, as they began discussing whether or not the sudden weighted voting was fair or not. It was really very good. He might even be able to eat all of it, just because of the exquisite taste. Usually he didn't eat a lot, though he didn't eat too little either. This lasagna made him question what he had been doing with his life beforehand, missing out on this. Sure, he had never met Himchan's parents before, but if Changwook always cooked like this, he was ready to beg his friend to bring him over for more.

“-clearly like him,” Changwook said, as Yongguk returned from his lasagna thoughts. He looked at Himcan in confusion, but said person was very red, blushing furiously. Was it anger? No. Maybe it was too hot in here?

“Sorry I zoned out for a moment,” Yongguk apologized. “What are we talking about?”

“We're talking about how you're clearly Channie's type,” Eunjoo explained. Himchan looked like he wanted to sink through the floor and never see his parents again.

Yongguk was confused. “Of course I'm his type. Otherwise we wouldn't be friends,” he said slowly. “People don't become friends with people that aren't their type.”

They all looked at him with weird expressions.

“You're very right,” Himchan interrupted the silence, before glaring at his parents.

They were ignoring it. Instead they were looking at Yongguk, who wished he had stayed with his lasagna thoughts and the way it tasted on his tongue. So simple, yet so good.

“You are adorable,” Eunjoo announced and took a bite of her lasagna.

“We approve,” Changwook nodded.

“Though you need to put more work into it,” Eunjoo told Himchan.

“Please shut up,” Himchan practically begged his parents, who laughed and high-fived.

Yongguk didn't get any of this. However, at the look on his friend's face, he leaned over slightly, and took Himchan's hand. With a light squeeze, he hoped to say that it was okay. His friend smiled at him thankfully, still looking a little red. He really was beautiful. In every way.

“So, Yongguk,” Eunjoo interrupted their moment, look all types of curious. “Since you're interested in music, what genres do you lean towards?”

With a smile, Yongguk answered, Himchan pitching in as well, while two adults asked question after question. They weren't that bad. However, they did seem to be brilliant at teasing people. Their son gave back as good as they gave, so he wasn't worried. It seemed like a really good and trusting relationship they had. Strong enough to tease each other so much, with smiles all over. Throughout dinner, he found himself looking at his friend and the way he shined. He never really looked this way at school, though he did get glimpses of it when they were together. This happiness. He hoped Himchan never lost it. It was too beautiful for that.

It was kind of weird, to keep on calling his friend beautiful though, wasn't it? He didn't know. Daehyun and Youngjae called each other beautiful and many other things, but this wasn't like Daehyun and Youngjae. Himchan and him were just friends. The hope of it developing to become more, to become best friends, was strong in his chest though.

So it didn't take me as long to update this time? Yaaay!

But yeah, it will probably take a little longer to update next time around, as I'm starting uni on Friday.

Which I've heard is a lot of work (which I know is a lot of work).

So uhm, that's all from me this time around

Peace out (^_^)v