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"Hey," Younghoon said softly as he walked out of the gym, basketball slung under his arm just as Chanhee was leaving the student council meeting.

Smiling at the sight of the boy, he sent him a small wave before responding, "hi Younghoon."

After glancing behind him to make sure they were alone in the hallway, Younghoon wrapped an arm loosely around Chanhee's shoulders. He expected the boy to pull away or make fun of him, but the younger didn't seem phased by the action. To Younghoon's surprise, Chanhee leaned into him, resting his head gently on his shoulder. It felt as if his cheeks were going to burst into flames as a childish grin spread across his face. "So—do you remember how you said we could hang out today since you had plans with Yeri yesterday?" Younghoon asked when he finally remembered how to speak.

Chanhee hummed, trying to look up at the elder but not being able to see much in their position. "Do you want to go somewhere?" He spoke at last.

"My house."

Assuming that he was joking, Chanhee let out a small giggle. "I think your dad would flip out if he ever saw me."

"He won't be there—neither will my mom. They're out for the weekend at some fancy conference thing."

"Oh," Chanhee whispered, standing on his own as they walked outside. "your parents won't be there?" He repeated just to be sure he was hearing things right, "we'd be all alone?"

Younghoon nodded, not quite catching on to the unsure tone Chanhee possessed as he spoke. "It would be nice...because y'know you normally can't and I've been to your house a thousand times."

"Yeah...I guess that makes sense—but I don't know if my parents would be okay with us being there alone."

A small smile flickered across Younghoon's face before he mumbled, "you don't have to tell them that."

"Younghoon—you're insane."

"Is that a yes?"

"Sure—why not?"

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"This place is huge..." Chanhee muttered as he walked up to Younghoon's house after making a quick pit stop at his own. He lifted his hand to knock on the front door, but Younghoon opened it before he could as if he'd been waiting behind it since they parted.

"Hey," he spoke familiarly, grabbing one of Chanhee's arms and pulling him into the house.

A smile formed on Chanhee's lips as he looked up at the tall ceiling and pretty white furniture scattered across the living room. "I feel like I'm in a movie."

"Yeah...that's one of the few reasons I'm grateful that my dad is...my dad.

"Will you show me your room?" Chanhee asked, not wanting to dwell on anything to ruin carefree mood.

Younghoon quickly nodded before linking their arms and heading for the wooden staircase just off the living room. He led the younger to his room, smiling at the awestruck expression seemingly glued to Chanhee's face.

"Younghoon, your room is kinda lame," Chanhee spoke softly.

The room consisted of gray furniture, gray sheets on the bed, and plain white walls. It looked more like a hotel room than somebody's bedroom. "I don't have a lot of time to spend in here...I don't see the point in decorating."

"You seem to have a lot of time to spend with me."

"That's because you're just a little less lame than my room, Chanhee."

Blushing at his words, Chanhee glanced up at the fancy light fixture in the center of the ceiling. He slowly spun around in a couple small circles, watching the lights rotate with him before letting himself fall backwards onto Younghoon's bed.

Flopping down next to the boy, a seemingly permanent smile stretched across Younghoon's lips as he just looked at Chanhee. Although he spent every moment he could looking at the boy during class, Younghoon didn't think he'd ever get tired of it.

Choi Chanhee was a masterpiece and Younghoon couldn't help but admire every detail. From his once vibrant pink hair that had faded into a pale rose and the frayed little hairs sticking up—probably from dying it too much—to his always perfect eyebrows.

The younger's head fell to the side, his glistening brown eyes looking into Younghoon's. "Am I too boring? Is that why you're quiet all of the sudden," he joked.

"You're pretty," Younghoon blurted out, taking the younger by surprise.

"Oh—you're pretty too, Younghoon."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I."

Younghoon squeezed his eyes shut and let out a dramatic sigh, not quite being able to find the right words to explain what was running through his mind. "You're...you're one of the prettiest boys—person I've ever met, Chanhee, and I don't know how else to say it," he mumbled at last, his eyebrows furrowing together as he spoke.

Quickly looking back up at the ceiling, Chanhee covered his face with his hands and squeaked, "That made me want to throw up and scream and kiss you all at the same time."

"Please don't throw up on my bed. Or scream—you can only do one of those things."

"Younghoon—are we friends?" Chanhee asked, the question breaking past his lips before he even had time to think about it.

"Of course."

"Just friends?"

Pressing his lips together, Younghoon turned to look into his eyes once more, hoping he could find the right words hidden in the orbs staring back at him. "I wouldn't say so, no."

"Ok."

"Ok," Younghoon agreed softly, the eye contact between the two evidently unbreakable.

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Oh em gee I just realized we're already in the thirties and I'm like not even halfway through my plot plan for this book. <\3 this is going to be a long one I think.

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