"Pilseung, we are heading back once this is over! We swear on it!" 

"Yeah, I know. You said that already. See ya, Eomma." 

With that, Pilseung ended the call and sighed as he watched Taeyang slumber on. The injuries he had gotten weren't all bad, but he was still told to just stay around. 

He rubbed the bandages on his forehead slightly. During the fight, he had ended up getting some scrapes from falling, but they weren't as bad as Taeyang's. 

Taeyang... 

Why? Why did you do that?

He honestly couldn't fathom the reason. For all the smarts he had, for all the quick decisions he could make, he couldn't understand why Taeyang would do that when he too was being bullied. He wasn't that stupid. 

His hand gently pushed the other's bangs up, giving him a full view of Taeyang's peaceful sleeping face. 

"Taeyang, I don't get it... Why did you do that...? You didn't deserve those wounds..." he whispered.

Without warming, hot tears streamed down his cheeks as he put his face into the bed, hands still gripping Taeyang's, "You could have let me be, Taeyang... I'm used to it. I'm used to all the backlash... It isn't worth this... I've endured the shame, the looks, the sneers since I was a child... So... why?" 

Why was he even crying for Taeyang in the first place? He had just met him half a year ago... 

Wait...

Was this ... love? 

Him? For Taeyang?...

He could only cover his mouth slightly. 

Oh. 

OH. 

He could already feel the headache grow bigger, but it was cut off with a groan, making his head shoot up. 

Purple eyes met brown ones, and Taeyang gave him a weak smile, "Hey." 

Pilseung was tempted to give him a lecture about scaring him like that. 

And he would have if he wasn't too busy processing the fact that yes, he was totally in love with Kang Taeyang. 

Shoot.

tuanhmyy294 short but kinda meaningful I hope.