Chapter 2

Ricky POV

Seriously, I don't know what Americans listen to these days.

It's just a bunch of crap.

Why don't they listen to Kpop or something?

I cracked open an eye to see that Changjo seemed to be lost in this somewhat romantic melody. I couldn't help it; I had to crack a smile. Changjo could be so cute sometimes. In fact, the song reminds me just how I confessed to him.

(Flashback)

This is when I had to do it.

No more excuses, no more running away. I couldn't be a boy like that anymore. I have to be a man worthy to be by Changjo's side forever.

Okay, no, that just sounds weird.

I had finally called Changjo over to our dorm when both of us weren't busy, and even ordered some colorful helium balloons for the occasion, because I'm just so romantic.

Changjo rapped lightly at the door, as if he was afraid to disturb me (aww, so cute and sweet of the maknae~) and I called out, "Come in!"

When he stepped inside, his body suddenly froze as his eyes lit up but almost froze in terror, which was canceled out by the pure amazement.

Changhyun, you are a truly awesome human being.

"Woah, when did those get here?!" Changjo exclaimed, his eyes bulging.

"Just thought the dorm needed a little...redecorating." I say, a bit sarcastically. He beamed at me innocently.

"Yeah, I guess it did," he said, chuckling. "So, why did you call me here?" My heart thudded in my chest as I gulped, but forced a smile, laughing weakly. This is weird. Why am I doing this. It should be the other way around. But...if I miss out on this opportunity, then what other opportunity do I have left?

"I was thinking that maybe, we could play a little...game." I said. He bounced on his heels.

"I love games," he teetered excitedly, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes you do, Changjo. Yes you do." I said, scratching the back of my head. "Okay, so Changjo. This is a trivia game--"

"--Like Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?!" he squealed excitedly.

"--Sure." I said. "So, if you get this question right, Changjo, you get an Oreo." I explain, pulling out the chocolate sandwich cookie wrapped in aluminum foil from my pocket, pulling delicately at the silvery skin so it would reveal the tiny dessert. I knew Changjo loved cookies. Like, loved them. As in he'd even get into a whole bathtub filled with crushed Oreos and the whole tub clean. I'm not even exaggerating.

"Really?!" he all but shrilled, biting down on his lower lip temptingly. I could feel my heart pound in my ribcage as my stomach began to flutter with butterflies. I nod.

"You bet'cha. Now, are you ready for your question?" I asked. Changjo nodded furiously. I took another step closer to him, so close that our bodies barely touched, and I could smell his light fragrance. I'd like to say it was like flowers or something romantic, but it just smelled like body odor and sweat from coming back from dance rehearsal. But...I liked it. It described Changjo. No, not smelly and bad at taking care of his hygiene, but hardworking and dedicated. I leaned in the slightest bit, and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Changjo's eyes widened for a moment, staring at me, studying me, almost, his almond eyes unreadable. I could almost feel his breath against me, every fiber of my being hypersensitive and all-aware of just him, and nothing else. I could feel him lean in a little closer, and my heart rate sped up a notch.

"Do I still get the Oreo if I get the question wrong?" he breathed quietly. He stared at me in confusion as my heart dropped to my stomach. He wasn't serious, right? My blood boiled in my veins as I flung the cookie to the ground with a sharp clatter.

"Does Meredith Vieira give out millions of dollars to contestants like she's Oprah?!" I shot back, digging the toe of my shoes into the cookie and grinding it. I picked it up, throwing it out the window. He gasped. I bit down on my trembling lower lip, resisting the urge to cry. Changjo opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't want to hear another excuse come out of lips. I lifted my feet, beginning to sprint away, but Changjo pulled my wrist, as I staggered backwards.

"You know, if adorable was an Oreo, you'd be double stuffed," he mumbled, blushing like a school girl. But, for some bizarre reason, my heart started to pound in my ribcage. Wh-what did he mean...?

"What?" I choked out.

"Do you have any raisins?" he replied quickly, steadily, dodging my question.

"What?" 

"Do you have any raisins?" he repeated.

"No," I mumbled, as his hands ran up my arms to rest themselves on my shoulders.

"How about a date?" he asked as he cocked an eyebrow, smiling lopsidedly. Oh my God, I can't believe I fell for that cheesy pick-up line. He bit down on his lower lip like an idiot, trying to suppress his laugh. My eyes widened in shock.

"I--" I stammered. I could feel him lean in, his moist breath against mine.

"Well?" he asked. I gazed into his almond eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

"Fine. Yah, Changjo, treating me like I'm a girl! I don't fall for that smooth talk!" I protested.

"Well I don't fall for Oreo-proposals," he retorted, throwing his head back in howling laughter.

"Do you want that date or not?" I stick my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Well, I did ask you out, so of course I would," Changjo muttered quietly, glancing at his feet sheepishly.

"So, if we both asked each other out..." I shifted on my feet uncomfortably as a sudden tingling ran through my limbs.

"...How do those Oreos still sound?" Changjo suggested. 

"You and your Oreo obsession," I laughed, shaking my head.

"It's not an obsession, Ricky, it's a passionate admiration."  he explained, and I shoved him, as he flailed his arms dramatically for balance. I threw him a cookie as he caught it, bowing to me like a true gentleman, and munching on it.

I remember how we spent that rest of the afternoon cleaning off the pack of Oreos and in helium balloons and laughing at our chipmunk voices. To be honest, that was probably a better first date than any other of those K-Drama first-dates that ever existed.

Gently, Changjo ran his fingers through my hair as I shut my eyes lazily, pretending to drift off to sleep. Those moments when we could simply sit there and appreciate eachothers' existence were always the best. The tip of his pointer finger traced designs on my forehead and temples gently as he slicked my hair back. I could feel his gently breathing as his pulse brushed against the sensitive part of my head and I could feel that the beating was as fast as an 808  drum. I smiled.  I don't know why he calls me the cute one; he can be pretty darn cute himself.

Changjo POV 

Slowly, I could feel Chunji's baby slowing to a stop.

"We're here," L.Joe said, almost excitedly, as he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. Chunji fumbled about in his seat anxiously, straightening his pair of pink fuzzy dice and eyeing himself in the rear view mirror.

"Sit tight, Byunhunnie, I'll help you out," he said, unfastening his seatbelt hastily and swinging the door open. "Changjo, help Ricky out there, okay?" I nodded.

"Ricky~" I shook his shoulders lightly, as he groaned, turning on his side, facing my groin as I blushed, suddenly feeling awkward by the closeness.

"Five more minutes~" he moaned, shaking his head, his warm breath suddenly burning holes in my pants. I laughed.

"Ah, ah, ah~" I poked his waist, tickling him and he immediately sat up, laughing.

"Yah!" He shouted, punching my shoulder gently. I smiled at him.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty~" I ruffled his hair, and he pushed me again. "We gotta get up~" I wrap my arms around his neck, laughing as his fist, beating at my chest, but it was no use; his blows were about as effective as a Magikarp's splash. I scooped him up, reaching out to open the door as he squirmed in my grasp and I laughed. I stood up, spinning him in a circle, and he let out a yelp.

"If you drop me Choi Jonghyun, I swear on my life I will--" he began, his voice edgy.

"Drop you? Okay!" I laughed, as I threw him up in the air and caught him, as he dug his fingernails into my shoulder.

"Changjo, what, did I just say?!" he shrilled. 

"Oh please, Ricky, you know you enjoyed that~" I pecked his cheek gently and his innocent eyes grew wide as he was caught off-guard, and just puffed his cheeks out at me. 

"Wh-whatever, let's just go. My toe's throbbing again," he complained.

"Yes, my Princess~" I laughed, dipping him gently as he slapped me gently, pouting.

"Hurry your ing slow up Changjo!" L.Joe barked. "Or I will shove Jongie's spider food up your so you'll know exactly how it feels to be a crippled bastard!" 

"You'll wish you were crippled once you get in there, L.Joe," Chunji edged dangerously.

And so the torture begins.

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys. It's been a year since we've updated! xD

IIt's too bad that we didn't get to the hospital scene, but it'll be the first thing that happens in the next chapter! ^^ I feel like Changjo's a little too girly for my liking, so that last little fluffy bit was redemption for him, haha xD

Also, AndyLD, my co-author, has deactivated her account, however still works with me on JTS. So don't think she, like, died, or anything >< xD She's making a new account pretty soon, so we'll notify you as soon as it happens!

Happy New Years' guys! Hope 2013 treats you well! >< Until next time~^^

-NyanRinnyNyan (and AndyLD^^)~