JR's POV
I lay on the sofa in the living room, reading a magazine. Not just any girly magazine, but Cars Weekly. I tutted at the models they'd used to highlight one car - they were dressed so skimpily.
I rolled off the sofa and slouched to the kitchen for fruit juice. Whoever invented pyjama days was a total genius.
When I got back to the sitting room, Ren was still snoozing but Baekho had come home. He threw his coat underneath the coat stand, carefully missed the shoe rack by pulling his trainers off and generally making a mess.
"Pick those up," I said, as sternly as possible.
"You seriously think I'm that kind of person?" he asked, skeptically.
I sipped orange juice through a straw - it always tastes better that way - and put my feet up.
Baekho sat on them. "Aah! Get off me!" I cried.
"Anything in the fridge?" He hunted around. "It's rainy out."
"Good thing we're inside then."
I turned the television on, but quietly. Ren looked really sweet lying there. Baekho and I watched for a while, then he went off to find Minhyun.
The front door opened and Aron came in. His hair was wet from the rain. He pulled his coat off - hanging it up - and walked over to me.
"Baekho leave his jacket around?" he asked. He saw it and hung it up too.
I was holding my breath without realising it. I let it out.
"You okay?" Aron squeezed my shoulder. "Asthma playing up?"
He was still touching my shoulder.
"Not asthma," I said, trying to keep my voice level.
Aron pushed my feet gently off the sofa and sat next to me. He glanced over the magazine and whistled at the girls. "Phew, they're hot," he commented.
I felt a sinking sensation in my throat. Why was I feeling that way about Aron, of all people?
Ren woke up, and I forgot about Aron again. I fussed over Ren, just because he was Ren. He was little and sweet.
While I was debating this, Aron had got up and sat next to him. He put his hand on the maknae's knee...
I laid the magazine down on the coffee table abruptly. Both of them, some kind of happy couple, looked at me.
"I was going to buy some chocolate digestives." The excuse came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Anything to get away from them.
I ran into Minhyun on the way out. He looked sleepy. "Did I hear you say chocolate digestives?"
I nodded, my mind was too full of everything else.
I left the house, head still spinning. Aron...and Ren? No way, that couldn't be. The look on Aron's face though...he really liked Ren.
I picked up the biscuits - and some custard creams I'd spent the last few days attempting to get Baekho to try. Aron couldn't like Ren - he just couldn't. Aron's mine.
I smiled grimly.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I looked at it.
Aron: JR, are you upset?
Me: no, why should I be?
Aron: I don't like Ren in that way, you know.
Me: okay.
Aron: that's all you are going to say?
Me: I'm buying biscuits.
Aron: can I meet you in the park?
I typed response in the positive, and walked there slowly. Aron was sitting on a bench, overlooking the lake. I stood behind him, admiring the back of his head, and cleared my throat. Aron turned his head and patted the space next to him.
I sat awkwardly. C'mon JR, he's one of your best friends. I thought desperately. What was he going to say?
"I know you must be stressed," Aron sighed. "Being the leader, with our comeback and everything. I don't want to stress you out more, but I have to say something."
We gazed out over the lake. Suddenly, I felt Aron's little hand, smooth and pale, slip into mine.
"You interest me, Jonghyun," he said, blushing over his pale face. I never expected him to use my long name. I hated it, but somehow I sounded nice in his voice.
"JR, I don't want you to hate me."
"I don't." I forced myself to look at him. I could only see the left side of his face, but his left hand was tensed.
"I'm just attracted to you," Aron said in a rush. "I have been for a while, and I never expected this - to be gay. But...I had to say. You know, before it got too late."
I felt a blush creep over my neck. My ears felt hot.
His thumb stroked my hand. "But you've never had a girlfriend, never shown any interest in the girls we've passed..." he trailed off as I rested my head on his shoulder.
"C-can we have a go, then? At us?" I asked, squeezing his hand.
His lips brushed my forehead. "Definitely."
