~Jongwoon~

"Erm... what?" I’m staring  at him and he’s staring back with those eyes of his, oh my God, I can’t, no, stop – okay, normal, civilised response, Jongwoon, you can do this…

“Well, sure, Wookie, heh, um, so do I, the way you love me, I love you back, you know, just, like…”

Lovers – Partners – A couple – these all run through my head but –

~Ryeowook~

“As brothers. I know… I always knew…” I blink furiously, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes. Searching for something neutral to look at, I decide on the ground, but then I see Donghae, staring up at us like he’s watching a drama. This doesn’t help, and I can feel Sungie still staring at me, concerned. I can’t let him see this side of me – weak, unprotected. I run off suddenly, I don’t know where yet I bite my lip, hard enough to draw blood, but of course it doesn’t bleed, because I have nothing inside me. Nothing at all. Empty. Pointless. Unloved…

(A/N) It’s raining hard, and the mood is perfect. Let’s make it tragic, everybody!

~Donghae~

I look at Hyukjae, who’s still standing there, just as interested as I am. “Hyukjae, you know I-”

“Stop,” he says, suddenly pissed. “I don’t want to know about how you have a perfect girlfriend, or how much you’re liked by the girls here, or anything. Leave me alone, or I’ll bash your head it. Got it?”

“But-” It’s too late, I’m talking to his backside. His tight … No, I say firmly to myself, stop it. He. Hates. You. So. Get. Over. Him. Right. Now. I shake my head, forgetting about the two in-love guys rejecting eachother. For the moment.

~Hyukjae~

Why did I say that? I don’t want to bash him! I don’t even want to hit him… But I wouldn’t mind touching him, I think dreamily, smiling and nearly walking sideways into a wall. He… No I can’t like him! He’s bad for me, and plus, I’m not… gay. No I’m not. But… is he?

"Ouch, crap!" I glare at the table, kicking it harshly, but smiling vindictively as I watch it wobble precariously before it topples over, smashing itself into the floor. The grin abruptly slides off my face as I remember what I'm doing. Why am I here anyway? I don't really want to hand around in an empty cafeteria, that's just...

"Loner."

I spin around, ready to rip whoever said that, in half. But... "Donghae," I sigh in relief, before realising that I need to hate him. "What - What are you doing? Are you following me?"

He grins, and I can’t help but stare at him – his face… lights up. “Hey, Hyuk. Figured you might want a bit of company after the two of them…” He pointed behind him, where a hysterical little boy – Wookie? -  was being consoled by the other short person. I snort, batting away his hand. “Idiot. I don’t need company – I’m perfectly fine by myself, thanks.” It takes me a few moments to realise what I’ve just said. “I mean--”

I watch as he smiles again, but this time I can see the bitterness. I may not like him, but… I don’t want him to suffer. Even if he is rubbing stuff in my face. “Arasso, I guess I’ll just leave you to… ponder in loneliness.” He does a little sarcastic bow but I can tell he’s hurt. Before he can leave me again - “Hey,” I say, reaching out for his sleeve, grabbing it before he walks away from me. “Do… you want to hang out today? I think we got off on the wrong foot… Maybe today doesn’t have to start with hate?” I watch as he turns around again, excited, and pulls me in for a hug.

For a hug. How can you honestly tell me he’s not gay? Yet he has a hot girlfriend and everything. Maybe it’s all a cover up, which means, I have a chance with Yoona. Maybe. Just… maybe.

~Donghae~

Okay, so maybe he’s not used to hugs. I can feel him stiffening up and I realise how awkward we are. "Uh, sorry," I say, stepping away from him in case he gets the wrong idea.

Although I realise I don't really know what the wrong idea is anymore...