Aura - Yunchan

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Yunhyeong's aura sadly did not portray the fact that he was sometimes an idiot. An idiot who would run out of his house and yell to the entire neighbourhood, "I GOT AN INTERVIEW!" just so Chanwoo could hear him.

Chanwoo wasn't even fully awake as he slowly slithered out of his bed and grabbed his coat. He was just thinking 'I hate Song Yunhyeong, I hate him to death and I wish he never existed and I wish I didn't care for him and I want to SLEEP' but he still trudged down the stairs, lazily stroking his cat (wait a second, he didn't have a cat...) for a moment who flopped over to him in confusion, shoving on his shoes, then he was walking out the door towards Yunhyeong who was already running over to him with excitement spilling from his aura like the twinkle of a million stars. "CHANWOO, CHANWOO, CHANWOO-"

Chanwoo raised an arm to clamp his hand around Yunhyeong's mouth as the elder came to a stop in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. "Why."

Yunhyeong made a questioning noise and Chanwoo just gave him a look. It was a look that spoke all of his annoyance and Yunhyeong visibly drooped as he pushed Chanwoo's hand away. "Sorry...I was just really excited but I can go back-"

"No, I know you. You'll explode if you don't have someone to talk to, so let's go," Chanwoo said, shoving his hands in his pockets (oh, the book was in there) and he didn't get very far after he started walking before Yunhyeong caught up, linking an arm with one of Chanwoo's and huddling up to him slightly, like a sign of affectionate gratitude. Sometimes, it was like Yunhyeong was more of a cat than actual cats. And Chanwoo, in his tired state, leant his head against Yunhyeong's and muttered some stupid irrelevant thing about his day that had Yunhyeong laughing, holding Chanwoo tighter, and the younger smiled. "So, the interview? Which university?"

"You won't believe me," Yunhyeong said, eyes bright and Chanwoo shrugged.

"Maybe."

"SNU."

Chanwoo's eyes widened before he could stop himself and Yunhyeong clapped his hands like it was an instinct, laughing accusingly, "I knew you wouldn't!"

"No, no, I do...I just, wow. Are you seriously that smart?-"

"I'm surprised too, honestly, I don't think I deserve it," Yunhyeong muttered, lowering his head for a moment which made Chanwoo frown but then happy Yunhyeong was back in seconds. "I bet Hanbin's tutoring played a factor."

"Sure. But it was still mostly you, remember that, okay?"

Yunhyeong nodded, squeezing Chanwoo's arm and that was that.

Chanwoo didn't know how to feel. He was so happy, in one part of him. So so happy because he wanted all of Yunhyeong's dreams to come true in every way possible and this would be a massive stepping stone towards that, if he did pass the interview, but then it was just all hitting Chanwoo like a brick: Yunhyeong was almost in university. He was old. He was going to leave Chanwoo alone, even if not quite alone but Yunhyeong was probably what Chanwoo would call a best friend.

- best friend

noun

noun: best friend; plural noun: best friends

definition: a person's closest friend.

Chanwoo and Yunhyeong had never talked about the words 'best friend' before. It wasn't that they didn't like to, it just never came up, and now when they were nearing the park and Chanwoo knew that Yunhyeong was going to drag him over to the swings, obviously he couldn't just bring it up then too. But he could do something similar.