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A full pot of water put on to boil sparks the start of a new season.

The maknae reached into the cabinet for the box of powdered hot-chocolate mix. He sighed and stared at the six color coded mugs. Some of them had cracked and bruised, while others remained in mint condition. Still each one insisted on being filled a different way. Sungjong ripped open the packets of powder two at a time, his hands preparing each mug like clockwork.

One packet in the white, red, and purple mugs. Two packets in the pink, one and a half in the green, and the remaining half in the black. Pour the hot water all the way to the top in the white, purple, and black mugs. Pour water three quarters of the way for the red and green, and half way for the pink then fill the rest with milk.

His eyes lingered on the boiling water, remembering the first time he'd ever had hot chocolate with the boys. It was their first winter together and the old dorm's heating was less than adequate. They'd all made their own cups and huddled by the old stove's open flame,using it as a makeshift campfire. A faint smile appeared on Sungjong's lips. He remembered how it was in the beginning, before their debut. Before the immensely complicated and intimate relationships began to form. Before each of the members were labeled and given strict roles to fill. Before the seven boys really became Infinite. It was a simpler time. He'd never admit it to any of his hyungs, but Sungjong always thought they were much more cooperative back then, more united. Now a days with Sunggyu's solo album already out and Infinite H's official debut, Sungjong was afraid it wouldn't be long before they were completely torn apart.

"YAH! SUNGJONG-AH! HURRY UP, IT'S FREEZING!" Sungyeol's childish screams took the fond memory and rung its neck. His smile faded. This was his reality now: stir each drink twice and serve them to the boys in their rooms. Before bringing out Hoya's he reached to the very back of the cabinet on the far left, where he'd hidden a bag of mini-marshmallows. He held the bag up and watched the few roll around on the bottom.

"There aren't many left..." he thought aloud.

"Aren't many what?" Sungjong jumped and quickly hid the bag behind his back. A curious Myungsoo had wandered into the kitchen and taken a sip from the black mug.

"N-nothing, hyung." Myungsoo approached Sungjong holding his mug firmly in one hand. He smiled as his other hand reached up and ruffled the younger's hair lovingly.

"Silly Sungjong-ah." He said, staring directly into the eyes of his dongsaeng. He took a few steps closer to Sungjong, using the hand that lingered on his auburn hair to pull the two heads together. Their foreheads touched. Sungjong giggled nervously and tried to shy away, but the hand on his head was too forceful. He looked down and giggled again, unable to meet Myungsoo's serious eyes. "Thanks for this," Myungsoo said, holding up the mug in his hand, "it's just right." He paused for a moment. "Want some?" Sungjong cringed at the elder's desperation and shook his head.

"Why do you always come get it yourself?" Sungjong changed the subject, finally escaping the skinship and shoving the marshmallows into the drawer closest to him. "I could have brought it to you like everyone else." Myungsoo just smirked and shook his head before shuffling from the kitchen into his shared room with Sungyeol. Sungjong put his hand on his hip. "Always so damn mysterious," he mumbled to himself.

Now that he was finally alone, he picked out one marshmallow and carefully placed the bag back in its hiding place. He felt the sides of the purple mug. It was cool by now, but hopefully the marshmallow would be able to melt before it reached Hoya's hands. It had to. If it didn't, he might notice that he was the only boy who ever got one. Sungjong cautiously placed the marshmallow on top of the drink and stirred until he couldn't see it anymore. He breathed a sigh of relief as it disappeared, and picked it up from the table.

He approached the door on his toes and, although it was his room too, he still had to fight the urge to knock on the door as he entered. There was nothing worse than the pit in his stomach he got after disturbing Hoya in any way. When he finally entered, Hoya was lying on the bottom bunk listening to music. It looked as if he could be asleep, so Sungjong set the mug on his desk and climbed up to the top bunk. He got his usual goodnight text from Myungsoo (who's just in the next room) and pulled the overs over his head.