Hangeng ran his fingers across the empty space beside him. The light blue sheets were slightly mussed from Hangeng's constant tossing and turning. He was used to having the other beside him. He was used to having the blankets stolen from him in the middle of the night as Heechul shifted from one side of the bed to the other and back again. He was used to the mattress being a bit more firm. All of this was so strange to him. He had been back in China for over a month, not having any contact with his now ex-lover, but he still didn't miss him yet. He could remember their fighting, their arguing, their loud love making. He could remember all of the annoying things that Heechul did. The words and actions that pissed him off and sent him over the edge. He hated him. He hated that annoying, spoiled, brat of a man. He hated how childish he was and how he /always/ needed to get his way. He hated /everything/ about Heechul. But somehow he still loved him. With every fiber of his being, he loved Heechul. He couldn't explain why. Maybe it was for nothing more than the , keeping the other's awake with their sighs and screams just about every night. Maybe it was the way that Heechul clung to him so often, making Hangeng feel like he had the responsibility to protect him from everything. Maybe it was something much deeper. Something that he wasn't aware of. But he loved him.
Staring at the ceiling, thinking about Heechul and the disturbances that he