Junhong dried his newly-washed hair with a towel and headed toward his bedroom, took a quick glance at Youngjae's as he crossed it. The door maintaned opening and his brother still wasn't home. He looked at the clock. Is hyung suppos to be back home earlier today ?

"Should I call ..." he mumbled.

~000~

"You ... what are you doing ?"

Daehyun sighed "Stay still." then leaned his head against the opposite chest, tightened his hold on the warm body. Youngjae frightened, feeling afraid of Daehyun’s hearing his unnormally rapid heartbeat. Ticklish feeling of the soft chesnut hair brushing against his skin caused him to mentally jump on his seat. He bit down on his lip, tried to calm himself down. The elder kept his breath steady, his warmth piercing through the thin layers of clothing put Youngjae on flame.

Then he spoke, his voice was cracked and raspy:

“Yoo Youngjae, you bastard… what did you do to my heart ?”

Youngjae froze, tried to figure out what the elder just said.

“I tried to forget…, tried to prove it is nothing…” his voice now was barely a whisper “I made every effort to tease you, to curse you, to hurt you, but…”

Daehyun lifted his head, looking straight into the wide eyes. Youngjae felt breatheless.

“I have no idea why … in the end, I still want you that bad ?”

Youngjae saw a tangle of emotions in his eyes. They didn’t come from a cunning, cocky, obnixious Daehyun or his certain number one rival, in front of him now was just a weak, wary boy who was waiting for an answer that never came, he guess. Or at least not now, cause, how could he know ?

“Daehyun… since when… ?”

“I also want to know, Youngjae ah…” he laughed bitterly “But I can’t bare with it anymore. I hate it, but I can’t deny it either...”

He hadn’t realised Daehyun had looked at him on another way. His hands hugging behind the older's neck started trembling, unconciously curling up the hair around it. He parted his lips, but had no idea on what to say.

Daehyun scoffed at himself “I don’t allowed myself to have such feelings toward a boy. It’s unacceptable. I bet you do think so, too ?” He nodded, feeling hands moving around his hips. Honestly, he hadn’t thought about this issue, simply because he had never been in love with anyone. That was all Daehyun's fault. “Right at the first time I met you, I felt myself changed. I don’t want to acknowledge this fact, and unintentionally started a war with you as an excuse. I think it might help me forget, but I end up gluing to you until now…” Buried his face further into the younger’s chest, he mumbled “It doesn’t work…”

‘Confusing’ wasn’t enough to describe his feeling now. He may knew many about the brunette, however his soul, his heart was still a mystery. Not mention…

His own heart, he himself couldn’t understand it either.

.

.

“Hey…” Youngjae spoke up, decided to break the silence.

“Mm ?”

“I have to leave soon.”

Daehyun chuckled, raised his head again to look him properly.

“You are indeed Yoo Youngjae…”

He blushed, couldn’t get used to hear everytime Daehyun comment something about him. Daehyun raised his hand and swept Youngjae’s fringe to one side, trailing his fingers behind the younger’s ear before moving down, caressing the reddened chubby cheek.

“Come here tomorrow, can you ?”

Tomorrow was Sunday, his only day break. He asked :

“For what ?”

“Just come”

~000~

"Hyung, are you coming, too ?"

Junhong followed Youngjae into Yongguk's car, like all the previous days. Junhong certainly knew nothing about that ... but it was not the point now. He looked Yongguk on the rearview mirror, only to find a sad smile on his features. Yesterday they had talked before the younger boy left, about inviting them today. Youngjae was shocked.

Funeral ceremony of Mr. and Mrs.Jung, Daehyun's parents.

They was informed that Mr. and Mrs.Jung had met a car crash about two weeks ago in Japan, when they were in their way to work. Bang Yongguk was one of the Jung's bodyguards. He was lucky for being still alive, or even more when he hadn't had any serious injury. Yongguk had said painfully that it was the guilt he would bring for the rest of his life, eventhough Mrs.Jung had encouraged him, before passing out, that Yongguk had done all his responsibility and that it was her fate to be over. She had gathered all her strength left to tell Yongguk the very last wish of her life, the wish about Daehyun, about her only son. Of course Youngjae knew what it was... they wanted Daehyun would replace them to take over the company which they had spent their whole life to build up for many years. Obviously, this huge burden was now placed on Daehyun's shoulders. That must be hard because Daehyun himself had never thought about leading a company, not mentioned Jung's group absolute wasn't small. He figured out why Yongguk needed Daehyun to study harder, for the sake of Daehyun's own future.

Youngjae had just met Daehyun's parents a couple of times, mostly at school. They were so busy that they had only one hour to see Daehyun ... each month. The brunette wasn't a spoiled son, but he didn't obey them completely either. However, Youngjae understood the feeling of having parents like them, when there was a long gap between parents and kids. Yes, they were rich, but it wasn't a happy family. He knew Daehyun needed them by his side, but they wanted to bring Daehyun a better life, and the boy finally had it - a life of a rich, fully child.

This loss was too much for him. Even, he wasn't able to see them at the last minute.

Their remains were moved to Seoul two days before the funeral. Youngjae looked pass inside and was taken aback before a blank Daehyun, who was just standing there, shook hand or bowed politely to the visitors, as what he supposed to do. Yongguk comforted him by patting softly on his back.

Youngjae felt a thick lump forming on his throat seeing Mr. and Mrs.Jung's body for the last time lying on two black coffins. They looked peaceful, like they were just sleeping. He covered his mounth after a shaky hiccup escaped his dry throat. How could Daehyun had no reaction ? The two of them ... eventhough they were barely close, he was always aware of how important parents were to the older. Yongguk gently rubbed the younger boy's back and led him out, the waiting guess behind replaced him afterward. Daehyun's parents really had a lot of connections, that were told by amount of visitors coming here. Some cried, some were sympathetically silent, some talked with the other guess, started some business connections... That was right, Daehyun's parents also worked in this industry. But he didn't blame them though. This was a part of their work for a living
 

Heavy atmosphere covered the whole ceremony. Junhong's fingers curled around his brother's tightly, Jongup also held Junhong's hand. Daehyun remained emotionless, quietly walked in the leading position, beside him were Yongguk and Himchan.

The fact which was still true ... he knew none of the real Daehyun.

The funeral didn't last long, two black coffins were now lying quietly under the thick hard ground. Youngjae couldn't hold back the tears dropping from his eyes, his chest twisted. Today event had reminded him of his deceased father for many days after that. An uncurable disease had taken away his father, leaving him with mom and Junhong. He remembered that he had cried so much on his funeral, when he was only ten that time. He looked to his side, finding his mom and Junhong were bowing to the guess visiting. Himchan and Yongguk were soothing Jongup who was crying loudly. But something was missing ...

'Daehyun ?'

~000~

‘Cack’

Softly opening the door, Youngjae poked his head in. Surrounding was darkness, the only thing that lit up the room was the sunlight shining outside the window. That only weak light illuminated the tired features of the boy he was looking for.

“Daehyun”

Youngjae sighed, wrapped both his arms around the crying boy’s shoulders, hugging him close.

“I’m sorry…”

And by that, Daehyun cried louder. The embrace tightened Youngjae couldn’t breathe, but he managed it.

“I don’t know anymore, I don’t know what to do any more…” Daehyun managed between his hiccups “They’re all gone… No one stayed…”

Youngjae swallowed dryly, held back his tears.

“Silly… You have too much to lose, Daehyun”

“I give up… I don’t want to live anymore-“

The sobbing subsidied.

“I know this shock is too much, but you let yourself be knocked down that easily ?”

Daehyun sighed, staring into the darkness behind Youngjae.

“I can’t complete it, her last wish… I’m just a spoilt person, a bad son. I can’t do it”

“So find all ways to do it”

“…”

“I know it would not be easy, but many people by your side are always ready if you need help, you know it. You have Yongguk hyung, Himchan hyung and Jongup… And you have me. Or you let everybody look down on you ? Are you really that weak ?”

“Y-Youngjae…”

“If you claimed yourself as my rival, so you, Jung Daehyun, you’re not allowed to give up !”

“Alright.. I got it…”

“Make them proud, okay ?” then he smiled, the first smile for the brunette. Daehyun froze a little before quickly placing his hand over the younger’s.

“You now care about me ~”

Youngjae blushed “Yah, I-“

He was cut short by a pair of plump lips blocked his. But unlike the last time, Daehyun didn't pull back immediately, but instead slowly straighten up and parted his lips, his two hands kept the boy's head in place, deepened the kiss. Youngjae closed his eyes and began returning the kiss, his fists on the older's shirt unconciously tightened. He thought, actually, this feeling was not bad... and the lips moving on his own tasted unbelievably sweet. He frowned when his lower lip was bitten and by the brunette, an unexpected spin washed over him as a metalic taste of blood touched his tongue tip. Before letting the brunette invade his mouth further, Youngjae pulled back, Daehyun pouted. Youngjae hissed.

"Yah ! It hurts, !" He carefully wiped his abused lip with his thumb which made Daehyun laugh loudly.

"I can't help it ~"

"I hate you."

Daehyun gave a quick peck on his wound. "Sorry ~"

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