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“Hyung, you’re such a liar.”

…

Carrying blue pillows and cushions with both arms, Chansung walked past Nichkhun.

“Open the door please, hyung.”

“Why didn’t you stay in the same room with me?”

“I don’t feel like.”

Stooping to look at Nichkhun through those pillows and cushions, Chansung raised his eyebrow. The elder tried to look deeply into the other one’s eyes, look deeply into those glassy, tired lights. But there was… nothing more than that.

In the end, the door had been opened, and Chansung went out.

…

“Chansung ah…”

“I’m tired.”

“Chansung ah look at me!”

Nichkhun irritably threw away the book which was being placed on Chansung’s face and stooped.

“After all, what wrong did I do?”

Chansung sat up immediately. At first, Nichkhun thought that he would yell at him and left. But, no. All he did was simply staring at him by his emotionless eyes.  

The door had been opened, then was slammed. Even before Nichkhun could notice, the younger’s lips had just glided on his own ones.

“That’s that, hyung… That’s that…”

…

Always pretended to be friendly, always pretended to try to help and take care of everyone. He’s Nichkhun.

Always pretended to be a cute maknae, always pretended to open wide his mouth laughing foolishly. He’s Chansung.

…

Working frenziedly. Doing a lot of fanservices with Wooyoung frenziedly. Talking frenziedly and laughing frenziedly…

Just can not avoid those eyes always following him coldly from behind.

…

All that Nichkhun felt. From the two pairs of lips which were caressing each others. From the other’s hot breath… on his nose. From his own very cold palm fondling softly his maknae’s back.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes.”

“Hyung…”

His lips moved lightly and quickly. The older’s tongue slowly moved from his jaw to the soft and white all over neck.

“… you’re such a liar.”

Then he pushed him away. One step back. One step forward. And one step back.

In the end.

He was standing here again. Alone.

Alone in their once-shared room.

…

“Right. I’m such a liar.”

Always tried to look happy, though everytime the night came, once again he was on his lonesome. Alone.

Always tried to look obedient, though everytime the night came, once again he was on his lonesome. Alone.

And the kisses still slided in passion.

“A liar who only love you.”

…

“When will you stop looking at me with those eyes?”

Nichkhun put his face downwards on his own one arm, acting like he was sleeping. In the front seats of the van, the other members were talking and laughing cheerfully. Next to him, Chansung was also closing his eyes, his hand was knitting which those thin fingers. Of his.

“Never. Hyung…”

Never.

…

In the end, Chansung still held his chaotic feelings. Only gave Nichkhun, hateful emotionless look tortured his heart everyday.

That glacial look…

Why did they made him be crazy about…?

And then.

All day… All night… All his life…

Running after him like such a crazy person.

…

“Hyung, you’re such a liar…”

“I know. I knew.”

“But… I love you.”

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