“Hyung… I,” Kyuhyun took a deep breath, walking up a little closer to Hyukjae, eyes unfocused. He squeezed both of his sweating palms and looked uncertainly at the other.

Hyukjae let out a snort as he took a glance at his roommate looking so constipated even he felt painful for him. “What.”

There was silence, and Hyukjae was about to beat it out of the younger when,

“Hyung, I think I might be gay.”

Hyukjae murmured a soft ‘uh-huh’, raised a spoonful of cereal up to his mouth before stopping midway, letting the words sink in because what?

“What.”

“Uhh I think I’m… gay?” Kyuhyun scratched the back of his head, sounding unsure of what he just said.

Silence, the sound of their alarm clock going off on Hyukjae’s side table cutting through it, and then Hyukjae, eyes wide, put down the spoon back into the bowl and opened his lips.

“Please don’t kiss me.”

(Or how Kyuhyun discovered he likes more than pie, particularly a specific individual it was attached to *coughs* Sungmin *coughs*. And Hyukjae is tired of it all)

Also, there’s pie.