If if he can refuse, If if he can choose. Maybe that sweet, jet-black man would not sit alone in front of a caffe and feel the chill of the night wind that was so piercing for over two hours. If he is allowed to refuse, he will be happy to ask to meet another time. If he is allowed to choose, then the chubby-cheeked young man will choose to enjoy hot chocolate in front of the fireplace to warm his body that is almost frozen instead of having to enjoy a cup of latte in front of a caffe that makes him look like a fool. But ......... his heart could not refuse or choose. Yoo Youngjae, could not refuse at any time a warm helping hand that always carried the sweet young man in a hug that was so comfortable. Yoo Youngjae ... will never be able to choose between being released freely or remaining confined to injury. His heart was already entangled and centered on the handsome young man with tan skin for the past 5 years.

That's Yoo Youngjae, a sweet, smart young man who tends to be stupid about love. The brown sliced ​​young man tightened the coat he was wearing while glancing at the digital clock listed on the smart phone screen at 21.30.

"Aishhhh." for the first time Youngjae sighed softly, his hazel began to sting as liquid liquid began to jostle. Is that stupid himself? He should have memorized this intense pain. But why does he foolishly make the pain heap more and more mounting?

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hazel Youngjae bead glanced at his cellphone which listed the name of the enchanter there.

"Hello ..." Says Youngjae in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Sorry, I-"

"I know you must be busy, finish your work and don't go home too late." Interrupted Youngjae, the sweet young man biting his lower lip no matter if it would make his lips hurt.

"Don't tell me you're still there?" someone asked across the phone who sounded worried. Youngjae took a deep breath while wiping the creek that had escaped wet his chubby cheeks.

"I am home." Youngjae answered improvised and immediately turned off the telephone connection unilaterally, damn if later his girlfriend would lecture him at length. The clean white sweet young man moved from his seat carrying a million feelings of disappointment that felt so distressing, even the sweet young man prefers to have his knife cut at least the pain was temporary even though it left a mark. But what if a dagger is called disappointed every day that hits his solar plexus?

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Youngjae narrowed his eyes as the sun's warm light dazzled his retina, the sweet young man brushed aside his thick blanket to wipe his eyes that felt heavy and tender, without even reflecting Youngjae knew for sure both his eyes were swollen and looked like a panda at this time. Not caring about his eyes Youngjae immediately left his bed and walked unsteadily towards the kitchen.

"You're awake?" asked a handsome young man with tan skin who was busy applying chocolate jam on a piece of bread.

"When did you come?" Instead of answering Youngjae instead asked, the sweet young man did not intend at all to look at his interlocutor who was currently indulging in a sweet smile at him. As if he didn't care, Youngjae continued his steps to the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water and downed it immediately, leaving only half the mineral water that filled the bottle that Youngjae placed on the pantry table.

"Just a few minutes ago, did you sleep well?" Daehyun asked again, a handsome young man who for the past 5 years had been the focal point of a Yoo Youngjae's life.

Youngjae nodded in agreement with a faint smile that adorned his kissabel lips which contained a small wound from his own bite.

"Hey! what is your lips? " Daehyun asked, worried that his fingers raised Youngjae's chin with his sharp eyes staring at Youngjae suspiciously.

"Fell yesterday." Youngjae lie while Daehyun gently dismisses his fingers softly.

"Sorry." Daehyun looked into wistful eyes Youngjae was full of regret, his heart seemed to be cut as the wistful eyes returned his gaze gently, the sweet young man's head shook his head slowly as if to say he was fine.

"I'm really sorry. Why do you trust me so much? " Inwardly Daehyun, full lips smiled blandly while looking at the lover's glow.

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Youngjae scrutinized himself in front of the mirror to make sure that nothing was missed from every appearance, the sweet young man did not stop indulgent in a happy smile when he imagined how romantic his date would be with Daehyun, Youngjae glanced at the sweet circular watch on his left wrist at 07.00 at night. Without the sweet young man reaching for his cellphone, which had been constantly shaking randomly, his kissing lips grew even more perfect as his hazel read every sentence Daehyun sent via text message.

"Don't be in a hurry, watch your steps don't fall."

Youngjae put the thin rectangular object in his long coat pocket without intending to reply to his lover's message, and again tidied up the maroon scarf he wore to protect his long neck to keep it warm, remembering that currently Korea was hit by autumn making the air feel very cold and piercing.

Upon arrival at a restaurant that looked very luxurious and starred Youngjae circulated his eyes, the sweet young man smiled again happily when Daehyun waved his hand. Without hesitation, Youngjae approached Daehyun and sat in front of a handsome young man wearing a neat suit.

"Do you want to go on a date or work Mr Jung?" Youngjae's pout made Daehyun chuckle softly.

"What do you want to eat?"

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Youngjae who almost opened his mouth again closed his mouth tightly. Again? Looking disappointed expression adorn Youngjae's sweet face, the sweet young man looked down, staring blankly on the opposite side of the road that looked so crowded with pedestrians and passing vehicles.

Daehyun glanced at Youngjae picked up his phone call without asking for his lover's approval.

"I-"

"Go." Cut Youngjae, the beautiful hazel stares Daehyun assures that he's fine.

"I'll be right back so ... can you wait a moment?"

Youngjae just nodded briefly, agreed to Daehyun's request. Didn't I say that the sweet young m