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"No—that's a horrible idea," Doyoung muttered from where he was sitting on Jungwoo's bed.
Jungwoo continued to walk aimlessly around his room, "No it is not, we could disguise ourselves and be exchange students."
"Yeah a month before graduation, real believable."
"Who's side are you on!?"
"There's not more than one side!"
"So it's not mine, huh?"
Taking a few seconds to calm himself down, Doyoung took a dramatic breath. "Why don't we worry about this some other time?"
"There's only a month left, Doyoung!"
The elder climbed off the bed and walked over to his boyfriend. "Hey..." he said gently as he reached out for his hands, "We'll figure it out,"
"When?" Jungwoo asked, his voice breaking. There were so many emotions built up, he didn't even know how to express them. "I just want it to go back to normal."
Placing a hand in the side of the boy's face, Doyoung looked up into his eyes, "It was never normal, Darlin."
A weak laugh came out of him before he nodded, "I know..." There was a short paused before he quietly asked, "Can we go somewhere? I don't want to be here."
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It wasn't much of a surprise as Doyoung pulled Into the vacant parking lot in front of the lake he'd grown so familiar with. When the noise from his motorcycle died down, he turned to explain, "There's a path over there, we can go on a walk if you want?"
Jungwoo nodded. He wasn't sad, he just felt like he needed to cry. About what...he wasn't sure of that either.
As the two set off towards the paved walkway near the lake, Jungwoo reached out and interlocked his and Doyoung's hands.
They walked In silence for some time. No words needed to be shared, they were content just being together.
Doyoung quickly came to a halt, almost causing his boyfriend to run into him. Letting go of the boy's hand, he wandered off for a few moments, leaving behind a confused Jungwoo. He returned with a tiny daisy he'd spotted earlier on his walk and handed it to Jungwoo. "It's for you," he said softly as if the boy didn't already know that.
Taking the flower into his own hands, Jungwoo's eyes suddenly welled with tears. "Oh—do you...is it because it's a weed? I'm sure I can find something better." Doyoung stuttered, not knowing why the younger had started crying over a plant.
Instead of answering the elder, Jungwoo sat down in the middle of the path and put his head in his hands. Doyoung just stood there for awhile, watching as the boy cried while still holding the flower. "Jungwoo...?" He said hesitantly, sitting on the ground in front of him.
"Y—You...you're just so perfect a—and you're so nice to me," He used the back of his hand to wipe at his nose, "I love you...a lot and it's s—stupid that I can't tell people that."
Doyoung felt his own eyes fill with tears at the confession, "I used to think you were too good for me—and maybe you are...but you love me and I've never been happier. I think I'm just trying to say I love you too..."
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It had been hours since the two left home and the sky had turned dark by then. Neither of them seemed to care about getting sand in their clothes as they laid down in the sand next to each other, watching the stars.
"It's pretty," Jungwoo whispered, referring to the painted sky above them.
Letting his head fall to the side to look at his boyfriend, Doyoung felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Yeah...it is," he responded quietly, referring to an entirely different thing.
A smile spread across Jungwoo's face as he could practically feel Doyoung's eyes locked on him. "You're just obsessed with me, aren't you?" He teased, rolling over so he could lay his head on the boy's chest.
Running his fingers through the boy's hair which was now covered in sand, he let out a small hum, "I always have been."
There were a couple minutes of silence before Jungwoo thought of something else. "What do you want to do after high school—I know you don't want to go to college but what do you want to do?"
"I...I want to be with you."
Jungwoo nodded, "But if you never met me—what would your answer be?"
"I've never told anybody this because it's embarrassing and not much of a career, but I've always wanted to be a singer."
"I heard you singing in the shower a while ago, and you're really good. I'm kinda sad you've never offered to sing me to sleep...but I'll get over It."
The elder let out a quiet laugh, "If that doesn't work out I can just be a mechanic or something, I'm not too worried about it."
"I think I'm going to go to the university here, and when I'm done...I think I want to live somewhere else."
"We can go anywhere you want," Doyoung reassured gently.
For the first time in awhile, everything felt okay. Jungwoo felt truly happy for the first time in awhile, not a single bad thought was left lingering in his mind.
He knew what to do, how to go back to school. He had a plan.
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This chapter is a little shorter than normal, sorry for that, but I have more bad news,
