a/n: so because i thought my story is kinda weird and there's so many missing links, i tried to add a flashback on the first part, let me know if it's still not explaining or what ^^

the bold sentence is the trigger of their fight, i suppose, but i dont know, im not really sure >.<

enjoy!

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"You got a good hair."

"Hmm"

"It's so thick and the volume is good, it's so nice."

"Hmm yeah I know."

Sungyeol smiled hearing Myungsoo's narcistic words, but said nothing more as he continued playing with those strands.

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"Yesterday I cut my hair."

"What? I can't see it, is it just like, a centi?"

Sungyeol earned a slap on his forearm, and damn, it hurts.

"I just asked for it to be evened, the strand grow wild lately I see."

"Oh, and so?"

"The hairdresser said my hair is nice because it's thick," Myungsoo grinned widely, happy because someone else complimented him.

"I said it before too, you're not listening," Sungyeol turned back to his work, unamused.

"I know, but it's great to hear from someone else right?"

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You are my best friend.

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"What happened to him?"

"He got a problem with Seunghyun."

"What problem?"

"I don't know if I can tell this to you, he kinda dislikes it."

Sungyeol eyed Myungsoo through the window of the door, seeing him with teary and swollen eyes, completed with a red nose, currently making a call to someone he didn't have any clue who. He had been rejected the moment he got in to ask about whatever concerning him, so he can only made his own speculation about the situation.

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You are my best friend.

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Sungyeol arrived at the class, seeing Myungsoo sleeping in his seat. He looked so tired so he didn't disturb him and instead, doing something else (like playing game on the phone, or scrapping about something in a piece of paper). Myungsoo didn't budge a bit.

Some moment later, Sungjong arrived and Myungsoo somehow got out from his deep slumber and started chatting happily with Sungjong.

Maybe sometimes I need to wake him up so we can have some friendly chat. Or so was Sungyeol thought.

Next day:

Sungyeol arrived to the same situation, and he decided to take a seat beside Myungsoo. When he didn't budge, Sungyeol poked his forearm slowly and so Myungsoo's awake.

He glared.

Grumbled.

And turned his body to the opposite of Sungyeol's direction.

Maybe not this time.

But when Sungjong arrived, Myungsoo was all smiles.

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