I found myself moving strands of hair from Hyunjoon's face as he slept. How he could sleep when he had a test in a hour was beyond me. My phone buzzed and I saw that Younghoon was calling. I was convinced he had long since deleted my number, but I guess the Younghoon from freshman year still existed somewhere. "What?" "I need you..." I had never felt more confused. After countless days of torture and humiliation, he expected me to help him? "No. Figure it out yourself." "Wait!" Somehow he knew I was hanging up and so I waited. "Please, I really need you...I...I'm at my wits end." I never thought I'd hear that come from the ever clever Younghoon.

I found myself knocking on his room door and saw the door open, revealing Younghoon in tears. "Come in already." "Right..." It seemed as if he and his roommate had finally learned what tidiness was as the room looked well cleaned. "So-" I was soon embraced by Younghoon and heard his quiet sobs. "This is weird..." "Shut up..." "Can you at least tell me what's wrong...?" I couldn't believe I cared. I didn't want to care, but I cared anyway. I guess I still saw Younghoon as my first and best friend. "You remember Ella, right?" "Yeah. How could I not?" "She's dead. She's fucking dead Eric. Someone ran her over." His sobbing had become louder and it made me wonder how strong their bond really was.

I gently stroked his hair as he calmed down. "I'm sure if she were alive now, she wouldn't want you crying over her so much. Maybe a little." "I just don't get it. How could no one see a dog that big?" "There are a lot of reasons, Hoon. I'm sure the driver feels just as bad." He cleared his throat then took a water bottle out of his fridge. "Do you want some?" "We can share one." He closed the door then sat back down. "Thanks for coming..." "I only came because you sounded genuinely upset." He shifted in his spot then turned my face towards his. "I'm sorry, Eric. For everything I've done to you. I'm an awful person." "I-" He pecked my cheek then sighed. How was I supposed to react? What was I supposed to say then?

"I just...I don't know. I never stopped caring about you. Nothing can really justify what I've done, but I'll do nothing but try making it up to you." I quietly nodded then noticed Younghoon hadn't stopped looking at me for a while. "Is there something on my face?" "You're just really attractive. Are you still single?" I wasn't sure if I liked how the conversation had changed to this. "No." "Oh." I was soon lying on my back and looking up at Younghoon. "Let's not do this." "Why not? It's not like he's been looking for all this time right?" He? How did he know it was a guy? I became suspicious of him once more. "I think you mean she..." "Really? I always thought you were gay and not bi." Either he was being serious or a very convincing liar as always.

He hovered dangerously close to my lips and my struggling was proving to be of no use. "Please don't do this...I-Instead I'll come over whenever you call and do whatever to cheer you up." He looked into my eyes then chuckled. "I'll take it. I'm sure you have somewhere to be, so I'll let you go." I actually didn't have anywhere to be, but anywhere else was better than being alone with Younghoon. "Feel better." "Thanks."

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"Woah, woah. Slow down. Start over." "We. Kissed. Like. Tongues in mouth." I couldn't help but laugh at Changmin. I knew he had been crushing on this guy since last year, and they had only recently started dating. It was cute to see him so excited. He had suggested we do a double date one day, but Hyunjoon didn't seem pleased with the idea. Somehow I managed to convince him and today was the day of the double date. "Oh, there he is. Kevin!" He had looked in our direction then waved. "Hey! So this is your friend?" "Close friend. His boyfriend is supposed to be arriving soon." I started wondering what was taking Hyunjoon so long.

"Oh, there he...is?" I turned around and saw Hyunjoon walking over with his head down. I guess he really didn't want to be here. I then got up and walked over to him to talk. "Do you really not want to be here? "No, I just have a facial problem." "Let me see." "No." We briefly fought and I succeeded in lifting up his face. "Where did this black eye come from?" He brushed past me and I started to worry. "Hyunjoon isn't one to engage in fights..." I hurried over then handed him a pair of sunglasses that I usually kept in my bag.