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Junhyung wasn't the kind of person to hurt people's children. No, he wasn't the kind of person to fight as he thought nothing good came from violence and it was the last resource —after yells— people used when they couldn't find words to express themselves.

When he was bullied at school due to his name, he just ignored them —though he might have let the teacher know they had stolen a test. When Hyuna was bullied by older kids, he just stood aside and tried to keep calm —though he got revenge in his own way, not that he was going to say it out loud. Even when he got slapped on the face for breaking up, he just stood there and took it all. 

Hyunseung, however, always managed to drive Junhyung to his limits. 

"What was that for??!!" the teen asked, annoyed and glaring at the older as he rubbed the spot on top of his head where Junhyung had hit him. 

Junhyung, on the other hand, wasn't sure if he wanted to strangle the younger or laugh at the situation he had managed to get himself into. And as if trying to reassure his initial intentions -scolding Hyunseung, not strangling him- memories of the past week flashed in his mind and, oh he found what he needed.

The whole week hadn't been the best to begin with. If anything it had been stressful and disastrous. His manager had been bugging him almost every single hour; first for the articles he was supposed to hand in —that he had done nothing of—, and then for the review of a book he had agreed to write like a month ago but he hadn't even read the book because it was just plain and boring. The man had given him the option of not doing it, but Junhyung wouldn't accept that; one, because he was very much capable of doing a frigging review; two, because he wasn't about to let any newbie take over the spot he had worked so hard to get; and three, because he needed the money. 

It's not like he was about to go bankrupt; he had enough savings to sustain him for quite a time without needing to work. Or at least he had until Hyuna reappeared in his life, which was the main reason he needed the money; because, having Hyuna meant having Kikwang around, and the kid ate like a pregnant woman —just then he was able to understand why his mother complained about the kid emptying their fridge. Oh! And let's not forget about bottomless experimental cook Hyunseung —though having him around was Junhyung's fault alone. 

So, since he didn't want to go bankrupt or abandon the life style he had gotten used to, he had to work his off through three sleepless nights writing the articles and reading the frigging book to be able to hand his work on time.

As if that wasn't enough, the higher ups had asked to meet him just to insist him to go public. It wasn't the first time they had suggested it, but it was the first time they had been so persistent. According to them, they should take advantage of Junhyung's good looks so his books could sell better.

Junhyung didn't really know what they were talking about because, as far as he knew, his books were very popular and got sold out practically as soon as they came; he didn't even need to promote them that much and, to be fair, there was always a limited edition of his books that he signed and wrote messages personally, with his own hands and they were sold twice their usual price! So, what other advantage could they get from him going public? They even earned a higher percentage of what they could get just because they had to keep Junhyung's identity secret. 

To say he was stressed would be an understatement. 

And Hyunseung hadn't helped at all. If anything the teen had made it worse. 

Over the past few days Hyunseung had been clingy with him? No, clingy wasn't the exact word but noisy, nosy. He didn't know anymore, but one thing he knew: Hyunseung loved to piss him off. 

Seriously, it was as if the kid's motto was to make Junhyung's life miserable! 

Every morning Junhyung would get a morning call or a greeting text —followed by ride request—, around mid-morning, despite being in class, Hyunseung would text him and ask him to pick between two dishes —and then force ask him to buy the ingredient—; when school was over Hyunseung would threaten ask him to pick them up —or he wouldn't go to his place and call his Hyung to pick him up which Junhyung couldn't allow. 

To add fuel to the problem, Hyunseung had invaded his kitchen, filled his fridge with horrible flavoured experimental drinks, changed his soap for some Cow-something gel that smelled weird.

Oh, yeah, and let's not forget about the several incense burners Hyunseung had ignited that ended up activating the fire alarm. Not only it had summoned the firemen, it had also alarmed his neighbours, got him scolded and fined for bad use of the fire alarm.(1) 

Despite everything, Junhyung had just sighed, scolded Hyunseung -a bit too lightly according to him- and forgiven the teen. 

This time, however, Hyunseung had gone over his limit. That same morning Hyunseung had called him saying that he was at the train station about to board a train to who knows where because he suddenly felt like fishing and —as if Junhyung hadn't expected it— he had asked him to come. 

Even if the previous situations weren't reason enough, he was sure the last one was.  

"You think I have nothing better to do than to waste my time with a kid? It might not look like it, but I have to work too" He said, as he looked at Hyunseung right in the eyes. 

A soft shadow of sadness crossed through Hyunseung's angry eyes before turning indifferent. Junhyung noticed it, but decided to ignore it; he's felt enough pity for Hyunseung already and more just won't help.

"You didn't have to come if you didn't want to" Hyunseung said as he plopped down on his sit once more. He picked the book he had being reading before Junhyung arrived and turned his attention to it. 

"You already told Doojoon you were with me, how could I not?" 

And that was the only reason Junhyung hadn't turn down the kid.

Junhyung knew pretty well that Doojoon was an overprotective uncle/hyung —he was ten years ago, was at the moment and Junhyung was sure he would still be even when Hyunseung turns 40— and if he had allowed Hyunseung to be grounded at his place was because he trusted him. Even after ten years of being apart; even when he had told the older what kind of life he's had; even when his own mother didn't trust him to take care of his sister —which is why she called every day at the same time—Doojoon had trusted him and that was something Junhyung didn't want to lose. 

"Then I'll call him and free you from that resonsability" Hyunseung flashed him a fake smile as he spoke, before dropping it down and turning to his book again.

"Really, now?"  

Junhyung didn't need to be a genius to know Hyunseung was mad, pissed at him even if he didn't show it on his face; and he himself wasn't feeling any different. He was mad at himself for being a softy -which he was and was not- and mad at Hyunseung for playing dirty on him. The kid knew exactly what buttons to push and what strings to pull to piss him off. 

"The next station is far so you might want to get off now" 

Hyunseung said a bit too calm for Junhyung's liking and it pissed him off because he didn't know how to deal with that.  Maybe if Hyunseung was the normal teenager who gets mad, throws tantrums and rants at whatever —like his sister— he would know how to deal with it; but he didn't. Hyunseung was calm, composed and pretty much taking control over the situation, while Junhyung felt about to explode of frustration!

For God's sake! He was the adult one here! The one who was supposed to say the comand while Hyunseung the teen that whines because he couldn't get it his way! 

Suddenly a light bulb in his head. 

"Good idea" He said but didn't make a motion to move "but you are coming with me" he stated.

For the first —and last— time Junhyung was able to break Hyunseung's indiferent calm expression. He didn't looked that different thought, just his eyes grew a bit wider and his brows furrowed a bit. Junhyung wasn't sure what to take from his expression, but he looked as if Junhyung had just said every kind of profanities and cursing words he's never heard of.  

"No, I'm not!" Hyunseung said, word by word, as if trying to stress his intentions of not following Junhyung out of the train.

"Yes, you are!" And Junhyung retorted in the same way. He couldn't help but find pleasure in the way Hyunseung's eyes darkened with anger.

"You can't order me around!"

"Yes, I can. And do you know why?" Junhyung rested his hands on the armchair, using it as support, while he bent down until his eyes where barely above Hyunseung's level. "Because you are just an underage kid, and me, the adult responsible of you"

Hyunseung's expression changed once again, a blank and soulless expression taking over his previous angry one. It was the soulless expression that Junhyung hated the most, and it just served to him as fuel. 

"I'm not your grandparents or your Doojoon hyung who you can have it your way with; neither I'm your friend who you can drag around. I'm the adult who can decide what are you going to have for breakfast if I frigging want to, and right now, I'm deciding that you are not taking this train; we are getting off and we are going home because I said so, got it?"

Nothing could be taken from Hyunseung's expression as it was blank, but there was something in his eyes, Junhyung realized; something he had never seen before and he wished he never did. It was almost as if a light died out, and, for some reason, it made him feel a light pang in his chest. 

It took him a little bit to regain his composure and look away from the teens eyes.

"Now, gather your belongings and let's get out of here" Although he sounded confident, Junhyung was feeling anything but.

Hyunseung did as he was told in complete silence, not daring to look at Juhyung for even a second. He didn't look mad neither sad; he wasn't sulking or complaining —or talking at all for that matter. Even while they got into Junhyung's car, Hyunseung did not utter a single word neither did he made a sign that he was listening to Junhyung whenever the older complained about anything and everything —why is the parking so big?! I'm not paying that; I've been here for less than 20 minutes! What happens with all these red light?!

Junhyung was almost sure Hyunseung had decided to give him the cold shoulder —and he could keep it that way for all he cared—, when the younger finally spoke. 

"Pull on the next stop" 

Junhyung turned to Hyunseung, but the teen kept his eyes away from him, as if he was talking with thin air and not the person who sat beside him. Again, that attitude pissed Junhyung and he couldn't help but scoff. 

"I'll take you ho-"

"I'll ride the bus" Junhyung tightened his grip on the steering wheel as Hyunseung cut him off. Nothing more needed to be said; he was smart enough to understand that Hyunseung wasn't planning on going to his place. The teen probably didn't want to see him anymore and Junhyung hated it because it made him feel like the villain of the movie, which he definitely wasn't! If anything he was the victim of the pretty boy on the passenger’s sit. 

"I said, I'll take you home" He said, trying really hard to keep his cool and not lose it on Hyunseung, "Your place is far from here and-" when, again, said teen cut him off

"I want to walk" 

Ok, now, not only Hyunseung didn't want to go to his place; he also didn't want to be on Junhyung's presence. By wanting to be drop off at the next bus stop he meant to say that he couldn't afford being on Junhyung's presence another minute -or so Juhyung understood- and, of course, that pissed him off.

"Your orders are my commands, your Highness" He said in a mocking tone as he flashed the younger a fake smile, similar to the one Hyunseung had flashed him on the train, and there, for a brief moment, the shadow of an emotion replaced the soulless expression on Hyunseung's face. It was just a very few seconds, but it was the most hurtful expression Junhyung had ever seen on the younger. 

Although Hyunseung had quickly composed himself and went back to his soulless expression, it just made the pang in Junhyung's chest to intensify. As to why, he didn't understood. He had already decided he wasn't going to pity the kid; that he wasn't going to be the nice friend of his Hyung he could hang out whenever he wanted. Junhyung had decided to teach Hyunseung some good lessons for life, but why did it feel he was doing it wrong? 

Ok, maybe it wasn't his place to play coach, but he needed to draw some limits and that was the only way of doing it, right?

Junhyung didn't realize he was spacing out, until the sound of the door closing brought him back from his inner battle. Not wanting the kid to notice any of it, he immediately took off; but he couldn't help to look through the rear mirror the shrinking reflection of Hyunseung. Not being able to look at it any longer, Junhyung teared his eyes away and concentrated on the road. He was tired and if he wanted to get home in one piece he better paid attention to the road. 

As soon as he got home, he got into the shower after emptying two cans of coke and before dragging himself to his bedroom and dropping dead on the bed.  He tried to get to sleep but he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of the younger with his shoulders dropped down and his head hanging low he saw through the rear mirror hunted him, and he hated himself for that. Back there, Hyunseung looked so fragile, so sad, so... hurt, that Junhyung had to look away before he ended up hating himself more. 

But, why? Why would he feel bad? It had all been Hyunseung's fault after all. He had been selfish and disrespectful; he never thought of anyone but his own needs and wishes. Junhyung was right. He knew he was in the right, but the pang in his chest told him otherwise. 

A loud clanking sound startled him and just then he realised he had fallen sleep. He checked the time on his phone and was surprised to see it was past five. He had slept for almost seven hours but he still felt tired. 

After hearing the same sound again, he decided to get up and check if his sister had burnt the kitchen already. 

"What are you doing?" He asked as soon as he got into the kitchen, where he knew the sound came from. Hyuna had taken all the pans and pots from the cupboard and now they were sprawled all over the kitchen table. 

"Oh, well, Kikwang and I rented a movie so... well, I was trying to make some popcorn" she explained, but it just got Junhyung confused.

"And why do you need these" he said, signalling the pots on the table "when you can do it in the-" Junhyung cut himself off —how many times has it been today?— as he turned to the oven and his eyes widened in shock "what happened to the microwave oven??!!!" 

The oven, which was one of the first elements Junhyung had bought when he moved into his apartment, was all covered and stained with something that looked like egg shells. Wordlessly asking for an explanation, he turned to his sister, who had the guiltiest smile he's ever seen. 

"Well, apparently you can't cook an egg on it" 

Junhyung watched at his sister in disbelieve. Wasn't it basic knowledge —although he's just heard on it— that eggs explosion if cooked on microwave ovens? 

"Don't look at me like that. You were asleep and I was hungry!"

Junhyung couldn't help but to feel a bit guilty. She was his sister and both of them had zero knowledge on kitchen, so it was his responsibility as the older one to take care of her and make sure she ate -which he obviously hadn't done. 

Sighing in resignation, Junhyung motioned Hyuna to go put the pots back to its place as he checked the egg-stained oven. 

"And what did you eat?"

"Take out. I asked some for you too. It's on the fridge"

"Thanks"

"It wasn't bad, but I'm kind of getting used to Hyunseung's cooking"

Hyunseung.

Though he was far from admitting it, Junhyung was also getting used to Hyunseung's cooking. The kid wasn't the best cook -especially if we're talking about Korean food- but he certainly knew his way on kitchen and his food tasted actually very good. Junhyung liked particularly his desserts. He wasn't very fond of sweets —unless it came in a red can with the word coke written in white curvy letters—, but the ones Hyunseung prepared were mouth melting. Just the night before he had finished the chocolate brownies Hyunseung had prepared for him them, but just thinking about them made him crave some. 

Before he was able to wonder if Hyunseung wouldn't mind preparing some more, he remembered that he wasn't talking to him. 

Junhyung didn't feel a pang in his chest this time, but he suddenly felt a bit empty. 

"Oh, are you reading this?" 

Junhyung turned his attention back to his sister, who had already finished putting the pots back on its place. She had a book on her hand; the one Hyunseung had dropped earlier in his car. 

"No"

"Mmh, I think you should. Hyunseung's been reading it the whole week and he said it would help you" Hyuna said as he fished for something to eat on the fridge.

Junhyung, who was cleaning the oven after checking it was fine, was getting stressed again just by listening the name of the teen. 

"And why would he think that?" He said, a little too roughly. 

"Mm, I don't know, but it probably has to do with its tittle" Hyuna closed the fridge's door with her foot after taking two coke cans and some apples and bananas. "You know Calm and relaxation. I doubt it's about politics" 

And there was again, the light pang in his chest. 

Junhyung knew he could be an ogre when he was stressed. He snapped quicker than usual, barely spoke and he never smiled -unless it was a crocked sarcastic smile. He's always tried to calm down and not let his temperament take the best out of him, but he knew he did a poor job. So, he shouldn't be surprised his sister noticed; but if she did —she was a bit slow to read the mood at times— Hyunseung had obviously done too. 

"Oh, by the way" Hyuna, once again, interrupted his track of thoughts —not that he minded this time— and stopped bad cutting the already wrong pealed apples "Why do you use an alias and not your real name"

It was the first time Hyuna had been curious about his career and Junhyung couldn't help but to feel a bit happy that she was taking interest on it. He took one of the apples Hyuna had taken from the fridge and sat at the table.

"Because it makes my life easier" He explained as he munched on his apple. 

"I don't get it"

"If I used my real name, my life style would be different. People would know who I am and I wouldn't be able to do whatever I want. I'd had an image to keep and that's bothersome" He explained, glad to be able to talk about something that wasn't related to certain pretty doe eye boy "An Alias gives me the freedom I want. It hides my identity from the world and I'm free to live as I want" 

"Makes sense" Hyuna said as she continued pealing the bananas "You're lucky the world doesn't think like Hyunseung"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, two days ago we were on the library and he bought three of your books. Apparently he likes and read a lot. That's where he get his weird knowledge from. Anyway, he said he wanted to know what kind of books you wrote, so I asked him how did he know you wrote those books and he said that if you have basic Junhyung-knowledge, as he called it, and think carefully about it, it's not hard to know you are Joker" Hyuna explained seriously, dangerously waving the knife as she spoke "I don't really get what he meant because, if I hadn't read that letter months ago, I would have never guessed it was you. And I am your sister"

When she was done talking, she resumed to cutting the bananas. 

Junhyung, on the other hand, couldn't help but to replay part of what his sister had just said. 

He held the book on the table and glared holes at its cover. 'Calm and relaxation' 

'Hyunseung said it should help you'

It bothered him so much, and for some reason he couldn't understand, his mind dragged him to every little thing Hyunseung had done the whole week that pissed him off. The incense, the shower gel, the drinks... all of it, he couldn't have read it on the book, right?

Reluctantly, Junhyung opened the book on a random page and read. 

"Over sleeping will just tire you out more and make the stress intensify"

He remembered Hyunseung's morning calls and texts. 

He turned pages until he reached the following tittle.

"Ten aromas to relax"

His mind replayed the scene of his place filled with incense burners. 

He turned pages once again and glared at the tittle on it.

"Oh, and did you really wrote a scene about you and grandpa fishing at the lake?" Hyuna, who had finished preparing the fruit salad, spoke again as Junhyung got up from the chair, leaving the book wide open on chapter 13: 'Go on a trip'.

Without answering Hyuna's question, Junhyung walked out of the kitchen and went right into his room. He changed into whatever he found, picked his car keys and in less than ten minutes he was driving his car to Doojoon's place.

Ok, so maybe Hyunseung's motto in life wasn't to make Junhyung's miserable. Maybe he was just worried about him going nuts due to stress. Maybe he just wanted to help Junhyung and sought help on an awful book that just ended up making everything worse because he didn't really know what to do. 

And maybe Junhyung didn't know what he was doing either.

No, he clearly didn't know what he was doing because, why the hell did he drove to Doojoon's place? He could have just called Hyunseung and ask if he was ok or demand him to come and cook something or invent any silly excuse that assured the teen he wasn't mad at him. That was definitely a better option that to be awkwardly standing outside their door trying to come with an excuse of his presence there. 

Yes, that was the best. 

He had just taken few steps away, when he heard the door opening. 

Junhyung froze in his place, his mind going a mile per hour trying to come with any sort of excuse. However, when he turned around he was greeted by a tall handsome man that wasn't Doojoon neither Hyunseung. He came out of the house fixing his suit and Junhyung noticed that his left cheek was bruised and there was a cut on his lower lip. 

An alarm went on, on Junhyung's head and his chest constricted as he glared at the stranger with frowned brows.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" 

The stranger, taken aback by Junhyung's sudden aggressively, lifted a handsome brow at him before smirking.

"If you came looking for Doojoon, you missed him. He just went after lover boy" He said as he passed by Junhyung. 

Junhyung didn't know what he was talking about, but he decided to ask Doojoon later. Right now, all he cared about was Hyunseung's well-being. 

If what the man said was true and Doojoon had just left, then Hyunseung should be alright. If it wasn't, then where was the teen and how was he? 

Without wasting time, Junhyung got into the house to look for Hyunseung. The first thing he saw as soon as he entered was a broken vase and water spilled on the wooden floor. Obviously a fight had happened there, and he couldn't help the coldness and rushed through his veins. 

A bit more desperate, he started calling the Hyunseung's name, but none of his calls was answered. He looked on every room in the house, practically turning it upside down, but he couldn't find the teen. 

After making sure Hyunseung was nowhere in the house, Junhyung got back to his car and tried calling the younger; however, every one of his calls were sent directly to voice mail: his phone was turned off. 

Staying there wasn't going to help him find Hyunseung, so he decided to look around the city; however, Seoul was too big to look around aimlessly; but he tried thinking of some possibilities but every place he thought of was easily discarded as it made no sense to him. 

"Where are you?" he muttered through gritted teeth. 

He was about to go crazy not knowing where Hyunseung was, but he knew he wouldn't get anything from doing it so instead, he took a breath after another until he calmed down. 

'If you have basic Junhyung-knowledge, as he called it, and think carefully about it, it's not hard to know you are Joker'

Hyuna's words rang loud on his head and he tried to think carefully about where Hyunseung could be using his basic Hyunseung-knowledge. 

"If I were Hyunseung, where would I go?"

The school? No, if anything, Hyunseung hated school -at least there he was like a normal teenager. A dance studio? he knew Hyunseung liked to dance and that he knew some crews that danced at clubs —which is why he ended up at the club where he was drugged—, but Junhyung had no idea where he could find some dance studio. His friends place? Junhyung remembered seeing a tall Arabic looking boy and a pretty girl with gummy smile when he went pick him up, but how to know where do they live? 

'Apparently he likes and reads a lot. That's where he get his weird knowledge from'

Thinking about it, Hyunseung always seemed to have a book with him. At first Junhyung had thought he was studying, but thinking about what Hyuna said, it didn't make sense. For one thing, Hyunseung always finished his homework at school —how? Junhyung wouldn't know—, and for another, he hated school so it made no sense for him to bring homework from school. 

He might just be pushing his luck, but Junhyung had a hunch that he would find Hyunseung reading.

He took out his phone and searched for the nearest libraries and book stores. Luckily for him, there were just 5 of both together, and without wasting time, he went to one after another.

He had gone to four already, but he didn’t' found Hyunseung on any of them. The last one was a bookstore near the park two blocks from Junhyung's apartment complex and it was Junhyung's last option. He really hoped Hyunseung to be there, because he had no other idea where to find the teen.

He had just parked his car and was walking to the bookstore when he saw the one he had been looking for sitting in a bench across the street using the light of the nearest lamp as he read while sipping of a drink. 

Junhyung couldn't help but to feel a wave of relieve washing over him. He seriously felt a lot better now that he found Hyunseung; even if he still wasn't talking to him, at least he knew the teen was safe and sound. However his relieve didn't last for long: first, because he noticed Hyunseung had a big scratch on his arm, which he hopped wasn't from the broken vase Junhyung found at the teen's place, and second, because of the book Hyunseung was reading.  

'The five languages of apology'

Junhyung couldn't help but to scoff sadly at it. If someone should be reading that book it was him. Hyunseung had been trying all week to help him release his stress —ahough he was doing a poor job— and Junhyung had just snapped at him and treated him badly. He had even said mean things to him, and even then, there he was, trying to learn how to apologise. 

"Reading in this light is no good for your eyes"

Upon hearing his voice Hyunseung closed the book on his lap and threw is behind himself before looking at Junhyung like a deer caught in lights. While looking at him, Junhyung couldn't help but to be glad of the surprised look in Hyunseung's eyes, instead of a blank face. He also couldn't help but to notice how the last lights of the day shone on the younger’s eyes, which weren't soulless anymore; they looked alive. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a very calmed voice. Or so he tried, because it still sounded a bit demanding. 

"Hyung was at home and I... I've never been good at lying to him, so..." Hyunseung didn't need to finish his sentence for Junhyung to know what he meant. If he had gone home earlier, Doojoon would have made questions and Hyunseung wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he and Junhyung had fought. 

Junhyung wanted to tell Hyunseung that it was fine, that he wasn't mad at him, that he was sorry; he wanted to bad to go back to his previous fight-like terms, but he couldn't find the words to say so. 

"Let's go home" he said and he heaved a sigh before turning around and motioning the younger to follow him. He was inner cursing at himself for being so dumb and not being able to come with something better, when Hyunseung called out his name. 

"I- I—" Hyunseung opened his mouth trying to find a proper apology, and let out a heavy sigh when he couldn't.

"You should stop reading those self-help books" Junhyung said turning midway to the teen. "They obviously don't work"

Hyunseung's shoulders hung low again and his face showed nothing but dejection, and Junhyung felt like a freaking mean , or worst, like someone who had just announced Santa wasn't real in a kindergarten. 

"Mian-" Hyunseung tried again, but Junhyung cut him off.

"Brownies" He said. 

Hyunseung's eyes looked at him with surprise and confusion, not quite understanding what Junhyung was referring to.  

"Last night I finished the ones you made" Junhyung explained 

A flash of understatement crossed Hyunseung's eyes, and Junhyung was glad he did need to say it himself. 

"S-should I go buy the ingredients?" the teen asked quietly after recovering from his inner surprise. 

"Why do you think I'm here?" a light smile adorned Hyunseung's lips making Junhyung suddenly feel warm. "What are you waiting? Gather your things and move!"

Without wasting time, Hyunseung did as he was told, just like how he did hours ago on the train. This time, however, there was smile on his face and, every now and then, he would steal glances of Junhyung. 

"What are you smiling for?" Junhyung teased with serious tone when they got into his car, making Hyunseung's soft smile disappear as he shook his head with wide innocent eyes, trying to convince Junhyung that he wasn't smiling. 

Junhyung smirked at this, finding the younger's reaction rather cute, which lead to a pouting Hyunseung. However the pout didn't last long as he soon was smiling again.

That soft smile; it was pretty sight, Junhyung decided. 

Being on the car with Hyunseung, now both back to normal, was rather nice. However, Junhyung couldn’t understand why the pang on his chest didn't stop. Although it didn't hurt as it did before, it was still there, warm and yet not entirely uncomfortable. 

Reading self-help books to understand what it was might have crossed his mind, but the idea got discarded right away after remembering the chaos one of them had created.

And so, he decided to ignore it. 

For now. 

(1) Note: I'm not sure how it works there, but I know for a fact that in the states if the fireman come, even if there is no fire, you must pay. u.u 

(2) There is really a relax shower gel called Cow... erm.. Something. I don't remember its name -.- 

(3) I made the title of "Calm and relaxation". Don't try looking for the book because it doesn't exist. And if it does, I didn't know it did and didn't write about it. u.u 

(4) 'The five languages of apology' does exist, but I have no single idea of what it is about. I just found the tittle useful. 

Annyong ~~~ Lazy author is back! :'D

I feel so proud of myself!! First, for being back before a month of absence; and two, because I was able to rewrite this chapter after loosing it when my computer totally died out on me and, even if I say it, I did a good job! :'D

I remember someone wondering how was Junseung going to fall for each other and, honestly speaking, I didn't know either xD but then this chapter happened and now I know how :'3

I don't have too much to say but thanks for reading guys, and I would be really thankful if you dropped coments, you know, feedback make authors happy; also, upvote~~ I mean, you like it at some point, right? no? T_T

Saranghamnida~~ <3 

PD: Kyungsoo has pushed his cute way into my bias in kpop list and has gotten himself on top 1! (in case my username isn't prove enough, Hyunseung is over over over top3 to me and no one can beat him) And~ since I've been reading too much exo fics, I got inspired. I'm still working on it, but even if I write something it will be 10 ch at max. 

PD2: I freaking beat the 5.8K words O.O

@natsukinon