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The nice smell of the starry night gracefully seeps through the window of his dear hyung’s room, filling his lungs with the peace of green fields somewhere close of the dorms.

The bittersweet aroma of the hot coffee warming up his hands hits him gently when his tired, slow eyes look up at the clock ticking almost 3:30AM; stealing from him a long yet silent yawn.

The comfy, spongy seat under his weight sinks a little bit more as his outworn anatomy accommodates in a better pose; feeling the soft touch of the warm blanket his hyung had put on his shaking skin.

But Jihoon can’t fall asleep, there’s something fighting against Morpheus’s mighty magic. Something stronger than the God’s power, something greater than any millenary spell or dangerous charm. Something that selfishly keep him awake… 

…It is that thing   

Piano notes flies beautiful straight to his ears. Piano notes with pure, sweet emotions ringing majestically; forming a romantic yet nostalgic melody that fills his heart with tenderness and makes it jump rapidly when those notes mix with the sound of that thing.

That thing so haunting…

…Taeil’s soft, sweet voice.

Secretly, Jihoon’s hands leave the steamy coffee cup above the nearest table; tugging the soft blanket up till the point it covers his mouth and nose, giving like that complete freedom to his sparking black eyes to watch his little hyung working so fervently with Jiho over the piano.

Their leader have invited them to come over to work on something the three together, and neither he nor Taeil could reject Jiho’s invitation… and less if that means the two of them could be partially together, at least one time after several days of that afternoon in the practice room.

No one has to be a brilliant genius to know Jihoon didn’t work that much when the prodigy leader and the amazing vocalist got to work on  lyrics, arranges and those types of terms the youngest wasn’t familiarized with at all just yet. He wasn’t a musician like Jiho and he couldn’t interpret music like Taeil.

There’s a need to have talent to do music. It’s not about to just put good sounds together to make it harmonious, it was beyond that: the passion of a musician it’s clearly audible in its piece if it’s done with the love for music.

Jihoon could learn how to compose, how to use instruments, how to do the necessary arranges; but that passion in his heart wasn’t as strong as Jiho’s… and that’s what make him null for those kinds of things.

Writing lyrics was probably the most impossible thing for Jihoon. Putting his emotions on words wasn’t precisely something he could do naturally. Showing his fragile soul to the eyes of the World requires a strong dose of courage. That’s something it cannot be learn in books, that’s something which you born with.

In terms of vocal quality Jihoon has always been weak, but you can say in moments like this his voice was ‘the best out of the worst’ It may not be as good and powerful as Taeil’s, but his voice was peculiar. His voice has the magic to show the emotions his own words could never dare to name.

But still, having just one good point against all the burning passion and perfect technique of his bandmates was nothing. So instead of being a bother for the other two boys he chose to sit in some corner and watch them do the magic... because that was all what he can do, watch.

But there were something sounding beautifully nostalgic around the room. Something that for the tiny fraction of a second it made Jihoon forget about how much he was lacking in so many aspects. Something he couldn’t mind to sit and hear all day long. Something that makes him think that maybe it was okay to not be as good as the others…

… Because like that he could be able to hear Taeil’s voice a lot more.

A soft smiles paint itself on his hided lips thanks to the distant image of Taeil’s small frown on his eyebrows as he erase something from the paper on the table. The singer’s flawless face was gently illuminated by the light of the lamp at his right, looking so cute when he was concentrated.

His heart was beating fast once again, being flooded with big waves of tenderness and all those warm feelings that remember Jihoon he doesn’t want just Taeil’s body under his… he wants everything of Taeil. From his body and mind, to his heart and soul…

…Every single trace which composes his temperamental yet sweet Lee Taeil, Jihoon wants it all.

He hated that disgustingly selfish part of him, but he knows so well the reason behind his selfishness… he just can’t live without Taeil.

The older boy has taken a spot in his life that Jihoon doesn’t know how and doesn’t want to take him out. Taeil was the pure air he breathes, Taeil was the blood running warm in his veins, Taeil was what keep him living… Taeil was his everything.

It may sound exaggerating, it may sound psycho at some point… ¿but isn’t love one of the mysteries of this Planet?

-¡Jihoonnie! ¿Are you asleep?- the fail attempt of aegyo of his leader takes him out from his deep thoughts, finding not only those sharp eyes looking at him in the distant, but also a  pair of tiny ones as well.

-No, hyung. But that music is lulling me little by little…- he answers, not with the entire true but neither with a lie.

-Oh, well, ¿what if I go to make more coffee and then you come to join us, uh?- Jiho wonders in that nice older brother-like tone Jihoon is so use to hear in moments when he is sick or sad.

 He simply nods in respond for his hyung when the older boy walked to him to take the now cold coffee cup near him; feeling the gently touch of a warm hand on his head before Jiho walk away and finally out the room.

 There was a small moment of silent after the soft noise of the door closing faded away in the air, being replaced with the silent sound of steps getting closer to him… until well-shaped legs appear in his range of vision, and those tiny eyes meet with his sleepy ones when Taeil finally sit down in front of him.

-If you are sleepy you should go to your room… your back will hurt tomorrow if you sleep in that thing.- Taeil comment with his typical ‘stern’ look, but sounding so warmly worried that Jihoon couldn’t help but smile.

-Nah, I want to listing to your voice until I fall asleep.- he answer, so brutally honest, watching how the vocalist’s face blush for a short instant.

-That’s not fair, I’m tired too… you better work with us when Jiho come back.- Taeil’s voice sound soft and calm as always, but even when the boy wasn’t trembling Jihoon could feel clearly how nervous he was.

A soft sight slip from the maknae’s pink lips as he pulls down the blanket a little, watching how those small eyes directly looks down to his mouth when sad words are mumbled from it. –I’m not as good as you and Jiho hyung…-

But those black eyes quickly look up at his with an odd bothered gaze that makes him shiver. –You didn’t try…-

It’s all what Taeil name, but it’s all what it takes to make Jihoon realize how much Taeil want him to give it a chance, to fight, to not give up… to make this something special for both of them.

-¿Will you help me?- he wonders with an adorable smile, one of those he knows no one could ignored.

And there’s the reaction he wanted, the singer’s cheeks heating up with a red color burning his soft skin and those white teeth biting that plum bottom lip before forming words with a terribly shy tone on them. –You don’t have to ask, Jihoonnie.-

The tender grin on his face got wider at that answer. –Then, ¿will you come here and sing for me?- he ask without other intention than to have Taeil closer and feel his sweet warmness.

The little hyung in front of him sighs long and heavy, like if it was so embarrassing that Jihoon only could smile even more when Taeil turned his eyes away as he slowly moved to his side in the small seat; feeling how it sinks deeper under the new weight of Taeil.

 Jihoon kindly shares his blanket with the older boy, covering him with the warm fabric even when he already could feel the heat of Taeil’s body killing any trace of the night coldness in his skin.

They were quite close, so close that Jihoon felt the urge to kiss him… but probably he should not do that for a couple of weeks, he should give Taeil some space to think clearly.

So his black, tired eyes close; fighting back that need to tastes those plump lips one more time. –Sing to me…- he just whispers, feeling his bandmate hot breath clashing nicely against his own.

 Short seconds hang in the air around them after his words, only being break by Taeil’s deep breathe and soft sigh in the end.

That soft and sweet voice pass through his ears, directly to his heart, making it jump crazily in love. Words weren’t important to him; all it matters is Taeil’s sweet voice filling with tenderness every single corner of his fragile soul… making his body trembling because of the nice feeling of love burning in him thanks to Taeil.

In odd moments like this is when Jihoon lets himself dream in the day his ears could hear Taeil’s voice saying ‘I love you’…

But before he could finally go to that dreamland that beautiful voice turn off and there are soft lips pressing against his own. Sweet lips kissing him kind and shyly, making his heart explode in the most excited happiness.

-Taeillie…- it’s all what he mumbles once that mouth leaved his own alone.

And all what he heard between Morpheus’s slumber netting were a low whisper saying secret words which made his tired body twitch with warm shocks of electricity.

-Jihoon, I love you… please tell me you feel the same.-

But probably Jihoon was already dreaming…

…Because it was too good to be true.