“Hey, Hyuk.”

I lazily shifted on the couch and eyed him with a bored expression. “Yeah, what is it?”

Donghae bit his lips and at up straight. “Can I ask you a question?”

I shrugged. “You already are. What’s bothering you?”

“N-Nothing.” He sat back down and fiddled with his fingers again. Thinking that perhaps he was upset that I wasn’t properly listening to him, I sat upright on the couch and grabbed his leg, pretending to strum it as a guitar. He giggled as he looked at me with a weird expression.

“Keep talking, or I’ll sing in my terrible voice and you’ll never get rid of me,” I joked, scratching his leg.

Sighing quietly, he drew his leg back and hugged it tight, resting his forehead on his knees. “I have this… friend, he… I think he’s in love. No I mean… maybe it’s just a crush but I—I mean he’s still confused… about it.”

I hummed and nodded in understanding, petting his hair as he curled up looking like a forlorn and lost puppy. “Does the guy know?” I asked, my hand through his messy brown tresses.

He looked at me and shook his head. “I don’t think so. But I like him a lot.” His eyes widened. “Ahh I mean, my friend really likes him a lot.” Donghae then proceeded to flip a cushion over his face and whine loudly into it. I chuckled and messed his hair up a little more.

“You’re so cute. Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sure your friend is a really cute guy too, and his crush must be really blin