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"The timing was pretty good if you think about it," Chanhee muttered as he dug through his dresser drawer for a shirt big enough to fit Younghoon comfortably, "I mean it would've been stupid to punch him on a Wednesday, but on a Friday...you have the weekend for things to sort themselves out." 

"I don't think it's necessarily good timing to punch somebody on any day of the week," Younghoon responded from where he laid in the center of Chanhee's bed, "is it weird that I don't feel bad? Should I feel bad about what I did?"

Throwing an old graphic t-shirt to the elder, Chanhee shrugged. "I feel like somebody was going to punch him sooner or later. He says stupid stuff about everybody, not just me."

"I guess so...but we used to be best friends now he's just a random guy I punched because he insulted my boyfriend."

"I'm not your boyfriend."

"I know," Younghoon sighed, "I can't believe we're back to this again...do you know how long it took before you finally asked me out?"

Chanhee smiled at the boy, "I can go back to being mad at you if that'll make things easier?"

"No." A silence crept into the room before Younghoon voiced his thoughts, "if we're not dating does that mean I can't kiss you?"

"Did we kiss before we started dating the first time?"

"Yes."

Walking over to where Younghoon was laying down, Chanhee climbed on top of him and asked, "what's your rule about me kissing you?"

"You can do whatever you want, Chanhee, hasn't it always been that way?"

A small smirk formed on Chanhee's lips as he looked down at the elder. "I'm just making sure things haven't changed too much..." he whispered before leaning down to finally kiss him.

"I thought you didn't like...making out when your parents were home," Younghoon muttered in between small kisses.

"I missed you too much."

As if his mother was listening to their conversation through the vents, Chanhee heard her footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly climbed off of Younghoon and pretended to be looking for something on the desk as she opened the door.

"Even if you aren't dating...door open."

"Sorry, I must've closed it without realizing," Chanhee responded.

"Why is your face so red?"

Younghoon sat up and shrugged, "I don't know...I got punched today maybe that's why.

"Okay..." she started suspiciously, "it's almost eleven thirty and you two aren't going to stay up all night. Start getting ready for bed."

When she walked out of the room, Chanhee turned and watched Younghoon grab the shirt laying next to him on the bed.

"Do you own...boxers," Younghoon asked, making sure to lower his voice. He pulled his shirt over his head as he waited for an answer, slipping the new one on.

"I'm not sure we're the same size in anything, but I'll look." Just as quickly as he turned to look, he turned back around and was standing in front of Younghoon. "I knew it didn't look right..." Chanhee whispered when he lifted the elder's shirt up and looked at his splotchy, red torso.

"It's fine," reassured the boy, "it might bruise a little but I'll be fine."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not too bad. I'm sure it will in the morning."

Chanhee let out a quiet hum and nodded, "I only know you're not lying to me because if it really hurt you'd be crying."

"It always looks a lot worse than it feels."

"You say that like it's happened before." Younghoon's eyes fell down to the floor before he slowly shook his head. "When you came to school with a black eye I asked you what happened and you said it was the first and only time your dad hit you."

"I don't like it when you worry about me," Younghoon whispered.

"Does it happen a lot?" The younger's voice softened as spoke, his fingertips tracing gently over his tender skin.

He shrugged. "Sometimes. It's not that big of a deal—I'll go off to college soon."

Chanhee didn't ask anymore questions. He didn't want to upset the boy anymore that day. Instead, he got on his tippy toes and pressed a gentle kiss to one of his cheeks.

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Because Chanhee's parents were paranoid him and Younghoon were going to have sex the same day the elder was beat to hell and ran away from home, Younghoon had to sleep on the couch.

Chanhee understood why they weren't allowed to sleep in his bed together. But he was also a teenager. Teenagers liked to question their parents authority.

The boys talked for as long as they possibly could before Mrs Choi yelled at them and said it was time to go to sleep. After an hour of tossing and turning Chanhee knew he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. He had a hunch Younghoon wasn't going to be able to sleep either.

So because he wanted to be rebellious for once in his life, Chanhee carefully slid out from underneath his blankets and tiptoed out to the living room where Younghoon was watching a random Disney movie with almost no volume.

"Hey," Chanhee whispered.

Younghoon looked away from the TV and smiled at the boy. "Hey," he responded softly.

Although the couch hardly fit Younghoon by himself, Chanhee walked up to the boy and wiggled his way in next to him. Younghoon didn't protest, in fact he pulled the blanket over the younger's body, tucking him into the makeshift bed.

"Younghoon?"

"What?"

"When we broke up all that I could think about was that I never told you that I loved you," he rambled, "I think that I love you so much that I'm scared to say it out loud. But I want you to know that I do love you. I really love you, Younghoon."

Younghoon wrapped his arms around Chanhee's body and let his eyes close. "I really love you too, Chanhee."

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