Seyong broke the silence. "Chae are you sleeping?" Chaejin turned around facing the older boy. "No." Seyong smiled. "Eh.. Do you..?" Chaejin grinned, he found the other boy way to adorable. "Do I what?" Seyong blushed. "Want to... Ehm... Cuddle?" Seyongs cheeks turned even darker and he hided his face in his hands. Chaejin grinned pulling the other boy closer, placing his head against Seyong muscular chest. Seyongs arms quickly found their way around the younger. Shortly after wards Chaejins breath slowed and Seyong knew the younger was sleeping. He felt bad. Felt bad about doing this against the other. Being friend with benefits wouldn't hurt the other less later on... No maybe it would even hurt more. Hurt more, when Seyong found somebody he loved. He already had a crush on a girl actually. Not that he would ever tell Chaejin that. He had even had a crush on this girl before Chaejin came into the picture. Kyu knew about it as the only one. Seyong had never been good with feeling, neither had he ever been good at talking with girls. That was also the reason why he hadn't tried to even talk with his crush. He just admired her from a safe distance. Maybe someday he would be brave enough to talk to her. But still... What about Chae? He knew that the younger boy's feelings for him wouldn't just disappear like that and he knew that if he found some one else the younger would be hurt. But it was not like he could choose who he liked. If he could he would for sure choose Chaejin. Chaejin adored him, liked him like he was and most important it just felt right being with him. Everything would be easier if he just loved him. But life had never been easy. Seyong knew that.    He still remembered the stories he had heard about his childhood. And he still remembered his horrible teen years. But the stories was the worst though. How it all seemed just like a story was scary... Especially when he knew it all was real. When he knew his parents had actually just left him to die in a box. Like he was some kitty or something they didn't wanted. Like he was something they could just leave. When he thought about it now he still felt sad. Sad that they had been so cruel. But sometimes he also wondered if they actually had had a good reason. Mostly he wondered why they had left him with so many blankets. They wanted him to survive? He would never know. And well he had survived to live. If you even could call his childhood a life at all. Some guy had found him in the box. He had a farm close by the city where Seyong had been left on the street and he had taken him with him home. The man had a horrible wife and a sweet daughter. That girl was the only reason Seyong even knew any of this. It was such a shame she had died. Seyong could still remember the day the door to his room had been unlocked and the girl had stepped in. At first he had been scared she would hurt him, but she had just sat down on the dirty floor beside him. Not saying a single word. After what felt like hours, she had got up, left the room and locked the door behind her. After that she came everyday. And one day she started telling him about the day they found him.    It had been a late night when her dad had arrived home. He had been carrying a box in his arms, which he placed on the table. Her mother had opened it and pulled a tiny baby boy up. She had been so happy thinking that she had got a baby brother. She didn't knew how kids came to the world so she thought that they maybe came in boxes like this boy had. Her dad