Chapter 1 - I Missed You So Much My Heart Will Burst

Jaejoong and Yunho hang out and let their piled up affections blossom into something more.

The two tall boys went out drinking. For almost three years, they played a rough game of push and pull between themselves, mostly driven by their group's tumultuous split. Only recently they decided that they have to put many of their old fights behind, and that seeing each other has more value than who's wrong or who's right. The smiles on the other's face was more important for them than anything else at this moment. That night, they chatted endlessly, always having something next to say. And it was impossible for them to run out of words. The days they spent apart - all 1046 of it, spread over the years - each had some story that could be shared.

The taller man, Yunho, couldn't stop smiling. He was staring at this other man, Jaejoong, who was focused on telling his story passionately. Yunho has always thought Jaejoong was beautiful. But was he this beautiful? His skin was so fair. His eyes were clear and expressive, and that mole on his cheek was the cutest thing Yunho had seen. He forgot how dream-like it was - the feeling Jaejoong gives him. The shorter man was always vocal and his stories were always full of child-like wonder, curiosity and the most random remarks.

"Wait, your jacket," Jaejoong snapped Yunho out of his faze as he picked out a dirt on Yunho's jacket. "Ah, just tissue," he said when he examined it and flicked it away.

That thing that Jaejoong does always pricks Yunho's heart a bit. The thought of someone else caring for your appearance more than your overly conscious self is truly touching and gives Yunho the butterflies even when he's a grown man.

Jaejoong then started laughing. "Your face is a tomato!" His laugh was tender and he covered his mouth with one hand.

"What? Really?" Yunho put his palm on his cheek as if checking.

Jaejoong stood up and held on the other man's arm, dragging him off the bar stool. "Let's go. You're drunk. It's almost 3 AM."

"I'm not drunk," Yunho told Jaejoong. He had gone nights without sleep while practicing, and without food. Alcohol won't get to him. But as he was dragged off the stool, he felt a bit dizzy. He didn't know whether it was that dark in the bar or the fatigue was getting to him.

Jaejoong still remembered how Yunho gets red in the face when he has drunk too much. He immediately got both of them out of the bar and into a cab.

"I'll drop you off to your place," the fair-skinned man said. Yunho didn't reply and was half asleep in the back of the car. His head was leaning on Jaejoong’s shoulder for support.

Once they arrived at Yunho's house, he brought Yunho in and went into his room. "Aiii.. You're still messy!" There was a luggage on the floor and the contents were sprawled out. To Jaejoong, this house had always felt nostalgic. Many of Yunho's old things were scattered everywhere. His piggy bank and stuffed toys from back when they we