TW: Random AU

"You know, it really shows."

Sjin had just walked away from another fight with Ross. They started out talking, since they where trying (by force from their friends) to try and be nicer and get to know eachother more, but it ended in explosive arguments as usual.

"What really shows, Sips?" Sjin replied snarkily as he looked over at Sips, leaning against the wall at the corner of his eye.

"I'm no dumb-dumb, Sjin. I saw you two. The way you looked at him from time to time. Even during the arguments. Don't be stupid."

"What's your point?" Sjin was getting irritated and his cheeks started reddening. He turned away from Sips a little more so he wouldn't notice.

"That you like him." Sjin gulped and turned around to look at Sips. "I do not! Do you think all of the arguments and destruction are affection? I hate that man," he insisted. "and everything he does." He turned and left to another room, slamming the door behind him, in a sudden fit of rage.

How could he be so good at reading emotions? He was Sips, his best friend. He had never read his emotions like that before.

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Two days later, a while after noon, Sjin took off again. He didn't go very far from base on his wood chopping mission to find Ross, leaning on a tree.

"Okay, are you stalking me? What the hell are you doing here?" Ross turned and looked at him. It didn't look like he was expecting him either; he was mildly surprised to see Sjin there. He knitted his eyebrows for a second and pursed his lips and then looked away, trying not to meet his eyes.. "I came around to say sorry."

"Sorry?" Sjin looked at him in confusion. "Who told you to come and say sorry?" "No one," he snapped back. "I've been feeling guilty."

Sjin was even more confused than ever. How come this Annoyingly-Gorgeous-Snob-Bastard suddenly toughened up and said sorry to him? Then he scolded himself under his breath. How could he say/think something like that about his enemy? His midn drifted back to the task on hand.

"How come you-" Ross interrupted him with "I've been here since last evening. Trott and Smiffy have no clue where I am. You probably still hate me anyways, but at least I said it. Goodbye, Sjin." His voice, the goodbye... it sounded like regret. Like he was about to cry or something. He probably would have said 'what a big baby' or something, but this time it played out differently.

As Ross turned to leave, Sjin ran up and grabbed him by the shoulder, tugging on his tailored black suit and caught him off balance. He swung around and Faced Sjin. "What?" He demanded.

Sjin noticed his eyes. They looked tiered. Had he not slept all night? His pupils where dilated. and his face looked red from the cold autumn afternoon.

Sjin wrapped his arms around him and let Ross lean on him. Ross stood there with a wide-eyed expression until he gave in and returned the hug. The stood for a good 30-40 seconds until they broke apart.

"I suppose I'm sorry too." Sjin looked away, at the ground. Then leant in and pecked him on the forehead.

"I'll see you again sometime, Ross H. Max."

As he was walking away, he thought he heard a "Love you too," in the wind behind him.

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