Life is partly what we make it,

He almost felt inclined to kick down the older male’s door when he entered his apartment, his feet frantically making their way into that direction. Instead, as to avoid having to pay for damages, he merely opened the door with vigour and used his textbook to block the laptop screen his friend was staring at intently. The seated boy blankly looked up at the younger one with an eyebrow raised.

“Soo Kyung-ah, why are you so out of breath? And what’s up with your cheek? It’s all red.”

Chae Soo Kyung, only one month and eight days younger (yes, they counted it together), felt like he was on the verge of combustion, which was not something he was unfamiliar with, but it was incredibly uncommon for him to be flustered to this state, “Seriously, this is the fifth, the fifth, time in the month that I’ve been slapped by one of your admirers. What the hell did you do Kim Myung Soo?”

Myung Soo looked up at the ceiling, thinking about what he has been doing the past month, “Well, we got that new project in our class. The prof told us to base the project around a muse; I told you about it, right?” The boy nodded, knowing what the former was talking about. He was helping him with said project after all. “So, the girls in the class were hounding me if I needed their help, and vice versa they were also trying to drag me into their projects.”

“Okay, so where does slapping me come in?” Soo Kyung impatiently tapped his foot on the wood flooring with his arms crossed.

“I’m not quite sure of my exact words,” Myung Soo rubbed his lips together. He hummed, “I think I said something along the lines of ‘I don’t need anyone else except Soo Kyung-ah.’ And when they asked me who you were, I just said you were my next-door neighbour. That was it.”

Soo Kyung looked at the older boy with a deadpanned expression, “You’re telling me that you spouted words that sounded like a love confession, and told them that the person is living next to you. Did any word of my gender come up at all?”

Myung Soo thought about it for a second before shaking his head, “No.”

“Are you kidding me?” Soo Kyung slapped his forehead and dragged that hand down his face, “Well, that might explain why they looked so horrified after slapping me, but seriously? You never stopped to mention that I'm a guy?”

The former merely shrugged, “They never asked, so I never said anything.”

“Of course they wouldn’t ask when my name is so predominately used by girls. Damn it hyung,” the younger male dropped onto a chair with an exasperated sigh, resting his forehead on his arms placed on the table. “I get that my hair is long, but god damn it. Do girls seriously just go up and attack other girls?”

“I have no idea. And I happen to like your hair,” Myung Soo reached out to twirl a lock of the dark, ashy strands between his fingers. He tugged on it slightly, causing Soo Kyung to slap the hand away from his hair. The male sitting opposite of him crossed his arms, “If you have that much of a complex, why don’t you just cut it?”

Soo Kyung’s head tilted up so that his eyes, narrowed, were visible, “I don’t have a complex with my hair. It’s perfectly fine and I still look manlier than some.”

“That... is very true,” Myung Soo had paused for a moment, thinking to the youngest male of the group he hung out with. Sung Jong also had his girl group dances to boast, so... it was very true indeed. His attention went back to his neighbour, “I’ll clear it up with the girls. Sorry about that.”

“You do that,” Soo Kyung’s head ducked back down.

“Aw, don’t sulk,” Myung Soo’s hand reached out to ruffle the dyed locks. “Hyung will take care of those scary girls for you,” he jokingly cooed.

The younger male lifted his head immediately with an indignant scowl, “I’m not sulking – and you should take care of it! I don’t want to be slapped anymore!”

“Of course, your royal highness. Would you like me to kiss your cheek better too?” The boy gave him a cheeky grin.

His eye twitched, “Hell no.”

and partly what is made by the friends whom we choose.

Chapter 00: (slice of) life.

Author’s Note

So, Kim Myung Soo, despite being a person that I like involving in stories, is always a secondary character. In both Waiting For A Train (Projection) and Maybe We’re Already Gone, he’s not the primary male. And my immediate thought was, “This has to stop. Now.” So, here it is – a story with Myung Soo as the main because it needed to happen. The chapters of this story won’t be nearly as long as the ones for Maybe We’re Already Gone, so updating this might be quicker. It depends I guess.

The title is from a KASHIWA Daisuke song, april.#20. The quote is by Tehyi Hsieh.

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