I Promise You

I'll Sing For You

Hui wasn't beautiful in a classical sense, yet the day Hyojong met him he was sure the older guy was the most beautiful person he has ever met. It was engraved in his memory, the way Hui smiled at him, his eyes turning into crescent moons, his nose crunching slightly, the expression warming up anyone it was directed to and causing them to instantly smile back. The short rapper wasn't any different, throwing his smile back at the vocalist.

"I've never seen you smile so big E'Dawn." One of the fellow trainees commented, obviously surprised. Hyojong looked at him, for a moment confused, the next flustered and then he heard Hui laugh, genuinely, beautifully. His heart skipped a beat.

Hui changed it all. Hyojong usually kept to himself, interacting with people as much as he had to, not really feeling the need to hang out with someone outside of practices and classes. He would have rather spent time alone in a studio – be it composing, writing lyrics or dancing. He wasn't so alone anymore now that he had met Hui. The older boy somehow managed to squeeze himself into Hyojong's life, more often than not lurking around the dance studio when small rapper practiced, running into him in the hallways of the company or openly coming to watch him work on new songs.

The rapper wasn't really passive either. He was on the lookout, suddenly very aware of his surroundings, searching for Hui's slim figure more often than he was willing to admit. He was afraid of bothering him or being too obvious, but it was no time to be shy as he decided he should just go with the flow and enjoy it as much as he could. And being always greeted with a broad smile – the one he remembered from the first day – was encouraging.

Hui stood out. He was a ball of sunshine and quite often the center of attention. Hyojong felt exposed in the company of the talkative boy everyone was looking at, but as soon as he would feel a bit uncomfortable that smile would reach him and make everything easier. Soon, the rapper was feeling more at ease too, finding himself open up and interact with people more. Life in Cube became brighter like that.

Months were passing. They were growing closer to some of the other trainees as well, Hui much more easily than Hyojong, but that was expected. Soon they formed the Pentagon family, the team that will end up debuting together. It wasn't easy, for either of them - for different reasons, yet the same. It was hard, but they knew they had to stick together if they wanted to remain the family. They managed to do it, coming out of the whole ordeal with quite a few learned lessons and much stronger bonds. Hyojong loved his family. At the end of the day he still had his eyes on Hui.

Huidawn was a good team. Despite the differences they worked well together, they were the two sides of the same coin – as Jinho once said. There was an understanding, a harmony between them and it felt good. No one dared to deny the existence of the inseparable duo nor stand in between them. Trying it would be pointless as Hui just wouldn't allow it. The older boy was the one being surrounded with people and as a leader of Pentagon it was only natural for him to be, but he made sure to have Hyojong by his side no matter how busy both of them were. Even just for a moment.

Hui had a lot of affection to give. He was giving it to everyone in their team, but the fact that he would never miss the chance to give it to Hyojong made the rapper's confidence grow, it made him stronger, more determined. You could feel that aura surrounding him in everything he did, all the time. Hui's presence – in person or in thoughts – made him feel like he was doing good, like he was on the right path. He felt loved and why would Hui love him as much as the other boys, if not more, if he wasn't any good?

Hui's main way of expressing affection was skinship. Hyojong learned that in the early stages of their friendship. It was so natural and easy for the older boy to touch the people around him, non-verbal communication was integrated in Hui's personality. Closeness was expressed by less words and more hugs, holding hands, pats on the back, hands resting on thighs... Skinship was language Hui perfected to the point where words weren't even needed. Hyojong couldn't complain even when his heart was racing to escape his chest. He perfected the poker face in return and did his best to keep up with the older boy.