Seunghyeon slipped on another long silver chain before turning to Yoonah. "What do you think?" he asked, running his hands over his half mesh crop top and black Bermuda shorts.

Yoonah looked up from his bed and nodded. "Much better. You look so pretty," she cooed and turned back to the mirror and fluffed up her blue hair.

"Thanks." Seunghyeon fiddled with his stack of bracelets and let out a sigh. It had been a week since he learnt Kwangsun's going to be gone for the whole summer. Seunghyeon considered asking, but Kwangsun is the one who should have told him. Seunghyeon felt like he was the only person who didn't know.

Seunghyeon ruffled his hair and sighed. If Kwangsun didn't care about him, why should Seunghyeon care either? "Yoonah, you ready?"

Yoonah dabbed her lips with colour and hopped off the bed. "Yup!"

The two of them made their way to the door. "Hyung! Yoonah and I are leaving," he called out.

"Okay, have fun," Taeyong said, trying to sit up, but Daehyun held him firmly in place on his lap. Taeyong whined and muttered something to him, but Daehyun merely smirked and nuzzled him. Seunghyeon scrunched up his nose

"Can you please be gross after we leave?" Seunghyeon groaned and slipped on his chunky sneakers, smirking when he was eye-level with Yoonah.

"We can be as gross as we want in our own house," Taeyong scolded and Seunghyeon rolled his eyes.

"Bye!" Seunghyeon yelled quickly and hurried out of the apartment.

In the elevator, Yoonah linked arms with him and pulled her phone out, opening the camera. Seunghyeon chuckled and posed with her. It had been a while since they'd gone out and he wasn't going to let anything ruin his night.

They stepped into the restaurant. The sizzling meat and the clinking of glasses mixed with the roaring crowd was music to Seunghyeon's ears. Nothing started the night better than beer and tasty meat.

"There they are." Yoonah pointed to the corner where their classmates were laughing, already drinks in hand.

"Hey, did you guys start without us?" Seunghyeon teased and greeted his classmates and a few unfamiliar faces. He cracked a grin as Yoonah hugged Jeanie with a gleeful hop in her step. 

"I was wondering what was taking you guys so long," Kwangsun said from across the table. Seunghyeon pursed his lips and eyed him. He wore a fitted t-shirt with an orange stripe and a smirk that almost made Seunghyeon forget he was still pissed at him. Almost.

"Takes a while to look this good," he said, and turned to Jeanie, giving her a quick hug. "Happy Birthday."

Jeanie chuckled and nodded back. "Thanks. Take a seat, another round of drinks are coming."

Seunghyeon nodded and looked around. Yoonah had taken the seat next to Jeanie, leaving the only one left next to Kwangsun. Seunghyeon dramatically rolled his eyes and walked around the table.

"Hey, what was that for?" Kwangsun chuckled and stretched his arm across the back of Seunghyeon's chair. "Am I really so bad?"

Seunghyeon raised his eyebrow, bitterness on the tip of his tongue. But, he stopped himself from mentioning anything. It wasn't like he owed Kwangsun anything.

"It's 'cause you're annoying," Seunghyeon said and grabbed an empty pint glass as the waiter set a new pitcher of beer. He leaned back and held his glass up to Kwangsun.

Kwangsun chuckled and raised his eyebrow. "You want me to serve you?" He asked and picked up the pitcher. "What did I do to piss you off?"

Seunghyeon tensed his jaw as his chest squeezed. "Nothing," he muttered. "You just have the jug."

Kwangsun raised his eyebrow and instead of arguing about formalities, he filled Seunghyeon's glass. The moment he pulled away, Seunghyeon downed half of it, the heaviness of the wheat sloshing in his empty stomach.

"Woah, easy there," Kwangsun laughed. "We've got all night. Don't get wasted now."

Seunghyeon slammed his half-drained glass and squinted at him. The rush of alcohol showed on his face. "I can handle it," he said and poked Kwangsun's shoulder. "You calling me a lightweight?"

"No." Kwangsun smirked and pulled the platter of chicken closer to them. "But enjoy the free food," he said and held up a wing to him. "Come on, kitty. Don't drink on an empty stomach."

Huffing, Seunghyeon grabbed the wing and grudgingly took a bite, his stomach settling.

"See, isn't that better?" Kwangsun asked, leaning in.

Seunghyeon leaned back and turned away. "Yeah, I guess."

From the corner of his eye, Kwangsun's smile faded and he drew back his arm. Kwangsun picked up his own glass and started talking to the others at the table. Seunghyeon bit the inside of his cheek and opted to drink some more. 

Seunghyeon stumbled, clinging onto Yoonah as their group migrated through the lively Hongdae street to the next stop: karaoke.

"You okay?" Yoonah asked, poking his cheek.

"Yup!" Seunghyeon stood up straight and grinned. "Just perfect."

"Then maybe stop using Yoonah as a crutch," Jeanie said. Seunghyeon squinted at her and the way she had her arm around Yoonah. When did they get so friendly?

Seunghyeon held her tighter. "But these shoes are hard to walk in," he whined.

"Maybe Kwangsun can help you," Yoonah suggested with a soft voice. Seunghyeon gaped at her and she shrugged.

Looking over his shoulder, Kwangsun glanced at him, midconversation with Insik. The lanky classmate whose couch now lives in the studio. "I heard my name," Kwangsun said, nonchalantly. Seunghyeon scoffed. He was clearly eavesdropping.

Seunghyeon released Yoonah, suddenly much sober. "I can't," he muttered to Yoonah. "I'm pissed at him," he announced and marched ahead of the group.

He spotted the sign for the karaoke club, the letters bold and blue, flashing against the black background. Seunghyeon headed inside and looked around. Neon signs and graffiti littered the walls from years of past patrons. The smell of soju was thick and music from the main floor mixed with the music from the booths. He nodded to himself. There'd be plenty of things to keep him distracted.

The rest of the group filed in and Jeanie walked up to the hostess booth. Seunghyeon scanned the crowd, freezing when he caught Kwangsun watching him. Gulping, Seunghyeon tore his gaze away as the hostess held out a tray of shots for the group.

Seunghyeon grabbed his shot first and downed it, scrunching his nose at the burn. As their group grabbed their own, he slipped away and hurried past the bar to the narrow hall leading to the bathrooms.

Sighing, Seunghyeon leaned against the wall. The night had barely begun and he was already exhausted.

"Hey." The familiar voice called out and Seunghyeon groaned. It was the last person he wanted to be alone with.

"What do you want?" Seunghyeon said and crossed his arms at Kwangsun.

"Funny." Kwangsun stood in front of him. "I was going to ask you that."

Seunghyeon drew his shoulders under Kwangsun's intense look. There was no hidden cheeriness. In fact, he looked mad. Which made Seunghyeon even madder because Kwangsun didn't have a right to be mad at him!

Seunghyeon frowned and turned away. "Why should I tell you?"

Kwangsun sighed and stepped closer and Seunghyeon's back pressed against the wall. "Come on, kitty," he said, his voice softer now. "Tell me what's wrong."

That wasn't fair. He couldn't go from mad to gentle in a second. Seunghyeon gnawed at his bottom lip and knitted his brows together. Kwangsun's eyes stared into him, forcing the words to bubble up Seunghyeon's throat. His chest ached and his eyes stung as he tried to string his thoughts together.

"Why did I have to find out from Hyung?" He managed, muttering under his breath.

"What?" Kwangsun asked, leaning closer.

Seunghyeon frowned harder. "Why did I have to find out you're leaving from Hyung?" he snapped, glaring at him.

Kwangsun's eyes widened and he blinked a couple of times. "Ah," he gaped and pulled back. Kwangsun rubbed his hand over his face, scratching his chin. "Um, I didn't know how to tell you."

"What the hell!" The gaping anxiety in Seunghyeon's chest flooded with rage. Seunghyeon pushed off the wall and balled his hands into fists. "You're leaving tomorrow! For the whole summer!"

Kwangsun held his hands up, defensively. "I know," he sighed and looked away. "I just couldn't find the words, I guess."

Seunghyeon huffed and raked his fingers through his hair, deflating like a balloon. How were words the only issue? Maybe Seunghyeon was the one who expected too much from him. "I thought we were friends," Seunghyeon whispered, his vision blurring with tears. He furiously rubbed his eyes. Of all the times to cry, why now?

"Hey, hey," Kwangsun whispered, with a layer of panic. Seunghyeon continued to wipe his eyes as Kwangsun rested his arm on the wall above Seunghyeon's head. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But I didn't know how."

Seunghyeon sniffled. "Whatever. You don't have to pretend you care," he muttered, each word stabbing his chest.

"Do you really think I don't care about you?"

Seunghyeon's chest squeezed from Kwangsun's pleading eyes, Seunghyeon gulped but didn't say anything.

"Oh, kitty." Kwangsun reached out and cradled Seunghyeon's cheek, wiping away a loose tear. "You couldn't be any more wrong."

Seunghyeon bit his trembling lip and pressed his nose into Kwangsun's palm, hiding his burning face.

"Hey," Kwangsun whispered and leaned closer to his ear. "Why don't I make it up to you."

Seunghyeon peeked up and Kwangsun continued. "I'll be all yours tonight. Whatever you want to do, I'll follow. If you wanna leave and go to a club, I'll join you. I'll even sing all the songs you want, even the old cheesy ones." Kwangsun leaned in, his breath sending shivers down Seunghyeon's neck. "What do you say, kitty?"

Seunghyeon pressed his lips into a thin line. Would that make up for this? Was it enough for Kwangsun to give him one night to prove they were as close as he thought? What would happen after tonight was over? Seunghyeon pouted. He wanted something more permanent.

"I want to call you something," Seunghyeon blurted out, his blush burning up to his ears.

Kwangsun raised his eyebrow. "Like a nickname?"

Seunghyeon nodded. "Exactly. You call me kitty. I want to call you something too. Something only I call you."

"I got it," Kwangsun chuckled. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Um..." Seunghyeon trailed off and looked around. At the end of the hall, he spotted a large yellow neon-sign. A sun with black shades and a smirk. Seunghyeon cracked a grin. "Sunny," he said in English.

"Sunny?"

"Yup." Seunghyeon chuckled and stood up straighter. "I'll call you Sunny from now on. Okay, Sunny?"

"I like it."

Seunghyeon's heart skipped and he turned away scrunching up his nose. Kwangsun smiled, nudging him "Feeling better? Wanna head back to the others?"

Seunghyeon nodded and Kwangsun led him back. "Um," Seunghyeon started when they got to the door. "You're still gonna stick with me tonight, right?"

Kwangsun's face softened and he swung his arm around his shoulder. "Of course."

Relieved, Seunghyeon ignored the tingles rushing down his spine as they walked in. Drinks covered the table and Yoonah was belting on the stage with everyone cheering her on. Seunghyeon laughed and elbowed Kwangsun. "I think we can beat her."

Kwangsun smirked. "Have a song in mind?"

Seunghyeon shook his head. "You choose."

With a nod, Kwangsun walked over to the book as Seunghyeon sat on the edge of the booth, turning over a glass and filling it with water, taking a sip as Insik scooted closer to him. "I thought you didn't date people in our course."

Seunghyeon glanced up. "Huh?"

Insik shrugged and leaned back. "Well, either way. I'm glad you two made up," he said and tilted his chin to Kwangsun.

Seunghyeon jolted upright. What did Insik mean by that? "What do you mea–"

"–Kitty, come on," Kwangsun said and held a microphone to him.

Blinking, Seunghyeon took it and stepped up onto the stage. "We're next? What about the queue?"

Kwangsun smirked. "I'm very convincing."

Seunghyeon raised an eyebrow before the song changed to a familiar upbeat melody. He gaped. "Oh, seriously. This song?" Seunghyeon smacked Kwangsun's shoulder, laughing as he hid his burning cheeks with his hand. He turned to the screen as the title appeared on the screen.

'Some - By Soyu & Junggigo'

"What? It's a classic," Kwangsun said and held up his mic, singing.

Sometimes, I get annoyed

without even knowing. But my

feelings for you haven't changed

Maybe I'm the weird one, I thought

As I struggled by myself

Biting back a smile as the others cheered, Seunghyeon held up his mic.

While tossing and turning alone in

an empty room. The TV plays reruns

of yesterday's drama

As I hold my phone that

doesn't ring until I sleep

Seunghyeon tilted his head up and smirked as they both sang together.

These days, it feels like you're mine,

it seems like you're mine but not

It feels like I'm yours,

it seems like I'm yours but not

What are we?

Seunghyeon glanced over and his breath hitched as they locked eyes, a subtle smile on Kwangsun's face. Kwangsun's dark, bright eyes overflowed with something that Seunghyeon wanted to hold onto forever.

As they sang the last chorus together, Seunghyeon gulped when Kwangsun stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

Why don't you stop acting like

you don't know when you do know?

Don't give excuses that you're

tired but hurry and tell me, I love you

As the song ended and everyone clapped, Seunghyeon turned away, covering his mouth with his hand.

His sweet scent wafted around them, the whole world drowned out by his heart pounding in his ears. He stared at Kwangsun as he hopped off the stage to chat with the others and when Kwangsun's lively laugh hit him, Seunghyeon scrunched up his nose and fought the urge to clutch his chest.

Of all the people that could make a mess of him after one cheesy song... Seunghyeon stepped off the stage and glanced over at Kwangsun, gnawing his bottom lip. There was no doubt about it.

He was in love with Nam Kwangsun.