(not sure if the lyrics fits this chap...n sorry too lazy to sub the song but you can find it by google..lol...but the sound fits. i think. lol)         Brrr. It was freezing cold. I thought I could die. And that was just early winter.   "Ya, Kevin, are you sure you want to follow? You don't even dress properly to go out in this weather."   Of course though, the weather wouldn't have any effect on Kwanghee. Nothing would stop him in fact, when he had his eyes on something to pursue. Not even the snowstorm nor freezing cold wind.   "I...I'm all good." I lied, trying my best to not let out any of my shivering sound, heard. I had worn two layers of sweater, and yet they still felt like a thin piece of cloth in this superior cold. Kwanghee meanwhile had a black mink coat that looked like it could have belonged to his mother, and a thick, knitted scarf and gloves. He sure looked warm alright.   That day, we're going for Kwanghee's audition to become a model. Some school attire brand had came to our school, announcing they're looking for fresh faces to model their school outfits and asked whoever's interested to come for audition that was scheduled today. It didn't surprised me that Kwanghee would be interested, but what surprised me was he actually had to ask for the pay before making up his mind that he was interested. Was he in dire need of money for some reason I knew not?     The trip to the audition place was harder than I thought. We went by bus and the air kept getting colder by the second. I couldn't even fell asleep as much as I wanted to, to avoid the stabbing prickly cold. I didn't even noticed when I actually did manage to dozed off.   When I woke up, I felt a little better. Kwanghee had fallen asleep on his seat next to me. And i noticed why it wasn't so cold anymore. My then bare hands had been wrapped in gloves while I was asleep. And my neck enwrapped in the thick long scarf he wore earlier. I glanced at Kwanghee's now bared hands that must be freezing cold in order to donate that warmth to me. People I met at school kept telling me how I deserved better than to be his friend, but the fact is, I was always the one receiving all his kindness and warm gestures. It was always me - receiving, and him - giving.   I reached for his hands, hidden underneath the sleeves of his coat, wanting to return the gloves to the rightly owner, before he woke up, but my hand was pushed away.   "Yah, don't you dare take it off. You want to die or what?"   "Who said I want to take it off? I just..." I didn't know how to continue the sentence without sounding like a weirdo, so I let my hand do the talking, and pulled his palms to transferred the heat from the outer layer of the glove I was wearing if there was any.   "Hey, are you crazy? People will be looking." He pulled his hand away.   'I don't care about them. Why should we?' I wanted so badly to say that to him, but couldn't. The bus had stopped at our destination, and he already stood up, looking elated to get down the bus.     "So, you both want to register?" The lady at the registration booth looked up at us with no emotions whatsoever in her eyes.   "Ahh, no. Just me, I'm Hwang Kwanghee."   "Fill in this form." She instructed and he did as was told.     I sat down at a nearby chair at the waiting spot. Luckily they prepared lots of chairs because there were really a lot of teenagers who came, mostly wore their own school uniforms. They're so good looking that I wondered what were the chances of Kwanghee getting the deal. Wait, no I didn't mean he wasn't good looking. Just...you know...   "Hey, this is my chair."   "Huh? Oh...okay." I stood up but was pushed back onto the seat again.    "Yah, you came out of nowhere. He already sat here. You go find somewhere else."   "Huh." The tall, lanky kid smirked and shook his head, and poked a finger inside his ear, and began scratching lightly as if he couldn't hear Kwanghee's loud voice. "What did you just tell me?" He then moved closer towards Kwanghee, with menacing glare and cold smile that honestly didn't match his innocent looks. I didn't like where this was heading.   "Hey, it's okay. I can sit elsewhere." I stood but was pinned down on the chair again by Kwanghee.   "You, sit. And you..."     "Oh, Jongsuk-ah, you're called to go in now."   A cheerful yet calm low-toned voice broke the fight that almost happen. And the guy called Jongsuk went into the audition hall after leaving Kwanghee with another glare.    "Don't mind him, he's just like that. His ego is a little high than normal because he knows he's good looking." The boy with brown hair and matching brown blazer smiled and sent a wink to us. He seemed like a good sport with good manners and eloquent with words. So, nice handsome boys do exist I guess.   "I'm Moon Junyoung."   "...Hwang Kwanghee." He warily shook the hand offered by this Junyoung dude, who then introduced himself and extended his handshake to myself. I could see Kwanghee still had suspicions on him. Maybe because he's too pleasant for a stranger?   "Well, Kwanghee-gun and Kevin-gun, we should go in now."   "Oh...I'm not auditioning. Just accompanying my friend." I smiled at the confused face who then nodded and took Kwanghee in by the hand, and as they disappeared inside, I noticed that Kwanghee didn't even try to pull his hand away from the handsome stranger he was so suspicious about, moments ago.   He pulled his hand from mine, inside the bus. And we had known each other for what...four years?       True to Junyoung's words, the rude guy had problems with his vanity, and for good reason that was. The main winner of the audition was announced to be Lee Jongsuk, that guy who almost had a fight with Kwanghee because of me. But Kwanghee and Junyoung made it to the Top fifteen, and they received contract offers as well to be models for the company's school uniforms, though not as main characters of course. Junyoung ranked fourth, so he received quite a hefty pay too. That's what Kwanghee said.   Yes, ever since that day, Kwanghee and Junyoung had gotten closer at an impressive pace, it was just less than a month ago. Junyoung even dropped by here, once, bringing some food along with him and Kwanghee looked so happy. They were so engrossed when discussing about their runway projects and photoshoots. Even though they didn't left me out, feeling left out was inevitable for me. I started to realize Junyoung could do so much for Kwanghee, even helping him to get more opportunities for modelling, while I...     Sometimes I would lay on bed at night, wondering if things would have turned out different had I asked my aunt to sign as my guardian to give permission for me to join the audition. But then again, I don't have the face nor poise to be a model. I wasn't even interested to be one. And Kwanghee was happier with Junyoung. I doubt he'd have the same sunshine on his face, if it was me, next to him, instead of Junyoung.       It was a day before Christmas, and Kwanghee had gone for his winter runway show together with Junyoung since yesterday. I wondered if his mom and dad were okay with this; their son having to work during holiday. So I went out to see if