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"Hyung? What is this?"

Jinyoung looked up from his hands, a small pout on his face. Youngjae stood infront of Jinyoung, holding a brown leather notebook with pages clinging to it and a single strap holding the book together.

Jinyoung frowned. He thought he hid that well enough. "It's nothing."

Youngjae's curious grin faded. "Are you okay hyung?"

Jinyoung nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine. Did you read any of it?" Youngjae bit his lip, looking down. He did. Of course he did. Jinyoung was so secretive, and he just wanted to know more about his hyung. Jinyoung wanted to be mad.

He wanted to storm out or yell. But it was Youngjae. The same Youngjae that sang like an angel. The same Youngjae that made his heart skip a beat. The same Youngjae who would ask him how to spell random words, such as popcorn. The reason behind him doing that? Who knows. But all Jinyoung knows is that he can't be mad at Youngjae.

He can't.

"What did you read-"

"You really like me?"

Jinyoung stared at Youngjae with wide eyes, lips parted slightly. Youngjae stared back, just as shocked.

Jinyoung then smiled weakly. "Of course. For so long I-"

Youngjae dropped the book and shuffled over to Jinyoung quickly, wrapping his arms around the elder. "I like you too. So so so much. I thought maybe you didn't like me back."

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