Jongdae and Kyungsoo lay on Kyungsoo's bed, staring up at the ceiling. When he was a kid, Kyungsoo had taped dozens of stickers to it, and now, he couldn't get them off. So he was stuck with an assortment of animals, plants, and stars covering his ceiling. Jongdae had laughed the first time he saw it, and Kyungsoo was so embarrassed that he locked him out of the room for the entire night. 

Nowadays, they liked to point to a certain sticker and give it an absurd name. Kyungsoo's favourite was a cactus named Chuck. 

Though, perhaps his most treasured piece of his childhood that remained was a cactus on his bedside table. Even though he no longer called it Loey (grade school Kyungsoo thought he was slick), it was still a very precious belonging for him. Jongdae had renamed it Jjong, and joked that if Kyungsoo ever pricked a finger on it, it was because Jongdae knew he was talking crap, and used magic to get even. Kyungsoo had flicked him on the head for saying that. 

"What did you even do before you met me? Like, did your life even exist before freshman year? What were you like?"

Kyungsoo tilted his head to stare at Jongdae in annoyance.

"Well, I was happy, but don't worry, you put that on halt right away."

Jongdae pouted, "yeah right. Without me you'd be a loser kid with no friends and absolutely no joy in life." 

"I find joy in being alone." 

"Admit it, you love me, and you know you're lucky to have me." 

"Maybe you're lucky to have me, Jong." 

Jongdae grinned, rolling over and hugging Kyungsoo. When the smaller boy tried to push him away, he hugged tighter, humming happily. "I love you, Soosoo." 

"Gross." 

"When will you love me?" 

"When you let go of me." 

Jongdae pulled away slightly, smiling widely and getting in Kyungsoo's face. Kyungsoo pushed him off the bed.

"Love you moron." 

Jongdae started rolling on the floor, letting out giddy squeals. 

"You're so fucking lame."