He stared at the boy without blinking.

"Hello, My name is Yoo Youngjae. I'm a new student. Please take care of me, thank you."

He heard his classmate's comments (most from girls)  about how cute the boy was and something like that, but he didn't care. All his attention now was placed on the new boy. He had never felt this way to a girl before, so how could this new boy... He was well awared that, in the age of his, he should only study and play, but now he couldn't help stopping an excited heart beating in his chest.  Was it weird when you found a boy beautiful ? His parents had never mentioned that, but he felt like it was. His friends often chitchated about "future girlfriends". Oh this was definitely not good. Totally not okay.

"Youngjae is well known for his outstanding achievement on study, so he is allowed to skip a grade! That means, Youngjae is younger than all of you here an age."

Genius kid ? Is skipping a grade even possible ? How admirable, he thought. His heart suddenly thumped faster.

Youngjae immediately blushed "That's because I love to study, but l still think I need to learn more from all you sunbaenim here".

This boy was respectful, smart, a bit chubby but.. very adorable. He sensed danger. He felt abnormal. More important, he didn't think he could survive in a scornful look of all people he knew and loved. Because he knew that, that was life, so cold, so harsh, so ruthless. But he needed to survive. His parents wanted him to live his best. Parents were always busy but they loved him though, they raised him from their hard work, he never wanted to make they sad.

He only knew that he had to push it away.

"Piggie no need to study. You only spoil the books." Then the class laughed. He laughed, eventhough his heart refused to hurt the boy.

'This is for the best...'

But, the boy still looked cute even when he was angry.

~000~

The first thing Youngjae got today was a crumbled paper ball tossed on his head. Junhong's eyes widened. Youngjae stared blankly at a point.

Was this even real? Everything had gotten back to what it was before? Nothing happened?

He felt his heart twisted.

"Good morning, piggie." Daehyun waved his hand, smiled brightly. He didn't get it. That brunette arrived fast yet also ran away fast, too. Junhong slightly tugged his shirt.

"Hyung, is there something happened between you two?"

If the question was asked one or two weeks ago, he would make sure to replied "No" without a second though and some comments about digusting. Human was so changeable. He felt confused. What was right ?

"Nothing..."

It's not like he want yesterday's Daehyun come back...

''Are your lips chapped? They are bleeding" He bit his lip, yesterday memories flooded back over him, he nodded.

''Remember to go back home early today, don't let me worry''

Ah, he almost forgot his duty. But this meaned he had to face Daehyun again. Youngjae sighed. This matter was so big that he felt exhausted.

~000~

"Yah Youngjae, let's study in group today!"

"Huh?"

Himchan threw his arm over Youngjae's shoulders. "Because the examination is near... and the fact is you help me every year!"

"Ah, that's right, but..."

"I know you'll tutor Daehyun"

Oh, right. The top germ who stirred up trouble right the first day, Kim Himchan. He had no interest in arguing right now.

"So I'll join in, okay ?''

Youngjae thought for a while. Probably Himchan could somehow ease the atmosphere - he didn't think he should study with Daehyun alone. And it had been a long time since the last time he studied in a group of three.

''Sure!"

"Yah, thanks~'' Himchan giggled.

~000~

"What ?? How could you cancel it ??''

''It's not that I intend to. I mean...'' Himchan scratched his head "Yongguk hyung said that he could help me so I agreed. I'm so sorry, Jae ah~'' He said while pointing toward Bang Yongguk who was putting books, papers and stuff on the table in the living room.

"Aish, you little..." Youngjae resentfully stepped upstair. Now how could Himchan bring himself to decline Yongguk ? As mentioned, Kim Himchan never missed his chance.

''Enjoy your time ~'' Hearing Himchan's laughter caused Youngjae's hair to stand on end. Facing the door to Daehyun's room, he felt like his first day tutoring the elder, it was again heavy and tense. But, Daehyun from his old past had came back, hadn't he ? May be, the brunette would behave like him before, rude and obnixious when they met ? May be he was still only a 'piggie' to the other. As always. Youngjae felt himself anxious with the thought. Something like... disappointment ? What was he expecting ? Why-

"Yah Yoo Youngjae, what are you doing here ?''

He startled, Daehyun opened the door wider so he could get in "Just knock the door if you still feel uncomfortable, I'll open it."

He cursed himself under his breath. Over-thinking again.

Daehyun was neither like yesterday nor this morning. Youngjae quietly sat there watching Daehyun had his head propped on his palm, concertrated on handling the homework. He couldn't read his thought. Daehyun tapped his penpoint against the surface non-stop, sometimes sighing or relaxing, but never opened his mouth to ask Youngjae a question. His eyebrows never met, his eyes weren't sad, but not really happy either. He wondered if Daehyun was really doing the homework. Immediately the answer for his question showed off itself as Daehyun clicked his pen and started writing, expectedly, he had just solved a complicate mathematics problem, trully sinking in study. Youngjae was surprised, suddenly feeling envy with the brunette. Whereas he was being whirled dramatically in 'emotional rollercoaster' by no other than Daehyun, the brunette seemed uneffected as if nothing happened.

Nothing happened wasn't the thing Youngjae expected him to thing this circumstances.

He remembered clearly everything Daehyun had confessed that day. He'd said he 'wanted' him. And whether the 'such feelings toward a boy' was exactly what he had understood that moment? But what about now? Whether Daehyun wanted to remain their relationship before? What did the kiss mean?

“Youngjae, Youngjae!”

When he finally came back to his sense, the book had been snatched from his grip.

“What’s wrong with you? Your book is nearly torned into pieces!” Daehyun raised the book, pointing to the wrinkled-up pages.

“Sorry, I…”

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, took back his book and opened it. Daehyun leaned back against the chair.

“You know you need to spit it out.”

Youngjae’s hands trembled. He also knew that he couldn’t hold it for forever.

“About yesterday…”

Daehyun’s face darkened. Youngjae felt guilty cause it also reminded Daehyun about the funeral, so he corrected “It’s not what you are thinking, I mean… yesterday, you…”

“I am what?“

Youngjae couldn’t managed his breath. So Daehyun chose to ignore it ?

“Daehyun, you and I… what are we?”

“We are friends.”

Daehyun replied, without any consideration. Youngjae lost his entire sense, like he had just received a giant punch on the face. He had never considerd the brunette as a ‘friend’. The recent messes totally blindfolded him about the way he saw Daehyun before. Since the very first day, the brunette had poked him and the word ‘rival’ seemed to be engraved eternaly on his forehead. Youngjae had been turned round and round by how the older treated him, it wasn’t simple like when they remained ‘rivals’. And now he called them ‘friends’.

Friends? ‘Friends’ must have their own border, shouldn’t it? If he wasn’t wrong, the brunette had roughly smashed that line long time ago. He could be more careful, but everything was too late.

“Ah, I forgot. You already told me, we are ‘rivals’”

Youngjae sighed annoyingly and tossed the book on the other’s desk, using his palms to rub his face.

“Mmm, rivals…” his voice was muffled by a hand covering his mouth. “Ah… You’re driving me crazy… So this is the way you treat me… I got it. I’m a fool…”

He felt intense gaze on him and a sigh was heard. Daehyun placed his pen on the desk, turning around so he could face the younger.

“How comes you are called ‘genius’?”

Youngjae dropped his hands, shouting “Ya, you-“

Daehyun patted his thighs, seemed like no more explaination needed to make him comprehend. He pursed his lips into a thin line.

“Can’t I sit here?”

“No.”

Youngjae made a sagging face, lazily lift himself up from the chair before flopping down on the lap like those times before, still that position. As a common sense, the older’s arms made their way to his lower back, pulling him close. Daehyun titled his head study him, eyeing him from head to toe. Youngjae’s face flushed.

“Stop staring…”

“Why?”

“…”

“Youngjae ah…”

The younger looked at him, waiting.

“Kiss me.”

Youngjae grimaced, struggling to be set free but immediately being blocked “W-What are you talking about ???”

"We kissed before. What's the matter if we do it some more times?”

As if it was something normal like eating or breathing. “I mean w-what is that for?”

“Is it important?”

“Oh yeah I’m sorry but to me it’s important. I wouldn’t be surprised if I see you kissing some girls, yeah, it doesn't matter, but it does to me."

Saying there, Youngjae wasn’t just annoyed. Who was Jung Daehyun? Not only a school’s sport star but also a professional player, girls chasing after him as much as ants find sugar.

“Youngjae… are you jealous?”

“Nope”

“Liar”

“…”

“I admit it, I kissed some girls before,” Daehyun said as it was nothing “But they are not the ones I have feelings for.”

“What does this mean?”

"Just do it first." Impatiently, Daehyun pulled his head, pressing their lips together. Youngjae was surprised, but couldn't bring himself to push him away. He tried to calm down and clear his mind, but the feeling of that plump lips moving on his own made his head light that he might faint. He moved along with the older slowly, tried to catch up with the movements of those lips just wanting to swallow him alive. The older pulled back a little before biting on his lip, the stinging feeling made Youngjae bring his hands to push the older's chest but the other's hand grabbing behind his neck refused to allow him to do so. He opened his eyes and so did the other, big brown orbs filled with guilt  were looking at him. Daehyun gently his wound, at the same time poked his tongue through between his lips, asking for entrance. Youngjae felt his body getting hotter and hotter, he totally had no experience on something like this but he knew for sure that he would give in if he let the brunette go deeper.

But he decided he want it. He wanted to give in. He was passive and he wanted the brunette to take control. He managed his breaths through his nose and slightly parted his lips, a warm and sloppy tongue cautiously explored the inside. A sudden shiver crept up his spine, hands unconciously found their way up the older's shoulders, gripping on them, sudden trembles each time their tongues made friction, an overwhelming sweet taste caused his head to blank immediately. He let out a trembling moan as his tongue was . Daehyun lingered a bit before pulling back, a slender string connected their lips. The older smiled faintily and grabbed the younger's hand, placing it on his chest.

“See ? When I kiss another girl, it wouldn’t beat at  this pace.”

His eyes grew moisty, he sighed. Daehyun said again:

“Do you like it ? When you kiss me ?”

“Mmm…”

“Hm ?”

“Mmm...”

The older boy chuckled “How cute~” Daehyun his lips “I mean it, every word I said yesterday. I want you for a long time, Youngjae ah. Since the day I has called you Piggie. Do you know the meaning behind it?”

Daehyun studied his expression, finding no change. To be more exact, the younger remained sitting motionless like a statue. Daehyun gently tapped on his cheek “Yah Youngjae! Down to Earth Youngjae~” and then surprised when the genius boy only pouted.

“So I’m only a pig for you to toy with.”

“Eh ? It’s not that, I-“

“Then don’t call me by that nickname” he nagged.

“But I feel like it… Don’t you think it’s adorable?”

Youngjae sent him a death glare before hissing abruptly as the brunette lift him up by the arms holding his lower back, which cause him to wrapped both his legs around Daehyun’s waist and his arms around the older’s neck.

“YAHH ! What are you doing ??”

Daehyun then placed him onto the bed and rolled beside him before holding him close, digging his nose to the soft hair, breathed in deeply the soft scent of green tea that he’d grown to love. “Stay with me tonight~”

Youngjae constanly pushed the brunette with all his force, despite knowing the fact that it had no effect on the other. “Yah, why?”

“Because I want to,” Daehyun looked down, giving the struggling boy a quick peck “Because I like you, Yoo Youngjae. Seriously”

“…”

Another squeeze to send Youngjae back to his sense “Ugh… alright… but Junhong’ll be mad…”

“I don’t care” he chuckled. Youngjae hid his flushed face on Daehyun’s chest, mentally noted himself to send Junhong a message later. At this momment, he needed time to let the confession earlier sink into his brain.