a week before it happened

loving you was the easiest thing i've ever done

Kibum steps out of his car and looks up-- the window to his living room up on the 14th floor of the building is lit up just like a few other windows of different apartments.

All those people should probably take better care of themselves - it's late.

In the lift Kibum sighs. He then wonders on if he should genuinely buy Jonghyun a bed for Christmas, because the man keeps finding his way into Kibum's.

He steps against his door, opens it without trouble, no key needed.

He takes off his shoes and walks into the open main area of the apartment. Jonghyun is laying on the couch, TV on. The dogs snuggled by his sides, asleep.

"I thought I told you that I gave you the key for emergencies only," Kibum says, voice annoyed and tired.

"You must've remembered wrong. Your memory has always been terrible," Jonghyun talks comfortably.

"No, it hasn't,  Kibum says, because it really hasn't. He goes to his kitchen to fetch something to drink. His throat was sore.

"I was in the area and I decided to stop by," Jonghyun says, "you weren't home--"

"So you just invited yourself in?" Kibum asks, walking into the room, glass of water in hand. "I had filming today."

"Look, I considered that you might be mad. I got you take out as an apology." Jonghyun defends.

"Where is it?"

"You were taking forever, so I ate it." Jonghyun shrugs.

"Unbelievable," Kibum says, exasperated. "I hope you're not staying the night here."

"I'm not."

"Then why did you even stay here if I wasn't home?"

"Because I wanted to see your pretty face, duh," Jonghyun says, looking Kibum straight in the eyes. Kibum knows that look of silly determination all too well.

He appropriately rolls his eyes instead of saying anything. His heart doesn't skip a beat. But something's definitely there. A clogged up artery?

He goes back to the kitchen to put his cup in the sink and goes for a shower.

Only to remember that he isn't alone, and it's Jonghyun that's with him, so he steps out the tiny corridor back into the living room.

"I'm going to shower. I hope you don't join me this time around," he says.

"I will try." Jonghyun answers, eyes glued to the bright TV screen.

Kibum steps into his bathroom and turns the lock on the door.

He realizes that was the right decision when in the middle of scrubbing his thighs he hears the lock jingle. He sighs once more, then.

Jonghyun is trully... unbelievable.