He stared outside of his window, seeing a bird bringing food back her nest. Leaning forward, the mother fed her little ones, chirping at them. A smile was now present on the man's face, nature bringing back memories that never failed to put him in a good mood. It was weird, though, that he was excited for vacations to end. He was going to see someone special to him, someone irreplaceable, and very much loved. Who had broken down his cold demeanour and earned a home in his heart.

Being an idol was beyond tiring. Practicing for hours, performances, new songs, entertaining the fans. And when they got home, they were tired and wanted to sleep. It was something they all signed up for and were grateful they got to fulfil their dreams. But being with them always gave him more energy, seeing his older members, and teasing his youngest, despite him being the second youngest. He was looking to see San, his best friend, his soulmate. He who had the power to boost someone's energy, and excel at all he attempted to do.

It truly was strange, wanting to go back to working for hours, and barely eating and sleeping during promotion weeks. But this person was special enough, way more than special. Choi San was his life's highlight, not that he would ever admit it to him. And now, he was finally going to see him again, laugh at things he did, and fall more and more in love by the talks in the middle of the night, when they couldn't sleep. He wanted to hug him, and cuddle him, see him get jealous by the littlest of things. He missed him.

He was waiting outside, too eager to sit around his house and see his mom patiently pack her things. He wanted to go, and she knew why, which is why she was doing things especially slow. "Mom! Please hurry up!" He whined, stomping his foot on the ground and stretching his words to prove a point. His mom chuckled, and ushered him into the car, quickly speeding off.

Soon enough, they were in front of their dorms. He knew he was the last one to arrive, as all the members were bombarding the group chat with questions as to why he wasn't there. He merely smiled and purposefully left them on read. Kissing his mother on the cheek, he darted off with his backpack and dashed up the stairs. He took out his keys and quietly opened the door, "I'M HOME, BITCHES!"

A chorus of laughter was heard among his friends, all staring nervously at the baby before them. His eyes scanned the room for the person he was yearning to see the most, questioning Seonghwa with his eyes when he saw two people were missing. Mingi and San, gone, and he wasn't even here to receive him. Visually deflating as a thousand scenarios sped in his head, he was soon engulfed in a hug from a person shorter to them, and he smiled. "Joong, did you get shorter?" He asked, seeing the older male smile by the words. The leader missed them all a lot. "Ah, yeah, I did. One of my many talents."

As Wooyoung hugged everyone else, purposefully moving in to kiss Jongho, watching him groan and turn away, laughter filled his ears. Very familiar laughter combined and making a satisfying symphony. He didn't turn around to acknowledge the newcomers, he was salty they took so long even after hearing the shouts from him. In the dorm, they could hear everything, and it was quite traumatizing for some of them. Having heard from fights to even moans.

Everyone stopped talking when the two came in the room, clearly having dishevelled hair, and swollen lips, clothes a mess. Wooyoung still hadn't turned around, and the members didn't him to as Yeosang quickly glared at them and grabbed the heartbroken members, both of them, by the hand. Yunho sobbed, alerting the weirded out Wooyoung who didn't know what was happening. Ignoring his state of confusion, he grabbed the older man's hands who was trying to suppress his sobbing. He didn't want the ones outside to hear him. It was too late, cause they already had.

"If Seonghwa wasn't holding me right now, you two would be gone," Jongho said, and the ones in the room and that were outside of it were shocked by the coldness inflicted on all the words. Hongjoong felt the goosebumps on his skin, "how dare you make him feel that way? How fucking dare you?"

"Hey, let them be," Seonghwa muttered, and it wouldn't have been heard if the room wasn't as quiet, the other two just looked down, they knew what they had done, "I'll be having my fucking talk with them."

"After me, baby," Hongjoong said, after making sure his partner was done talking. Seonghwa just nodded, while Jongho glared at them.

Everyone froze in place when Wooyoung walked out, infuriated, and his eyes gleaming with hatred. He walked forward, arm raising before he was stopped by another one holding his arm. His eyes directed to who was holding his arm, San.

"Don't touch me," and yet again, everyone was shocked by how monotone his voice was. The cheerfulness was gone, "don't ever put your hands on me again. And he fucking deserves it, making out with you after Yunho confessed? Fuck you." He ripped his arm away, glaring at the dumbfounded San, who never expected his Wooyoung to react the way he did. To say he was oblivious was an understatement.

The members followed in suit as the male walked into the room, getting ready to comfort the crying Yunho in any way they could. Mingi just stared at the closed door, hearing the heartbreaking sobs and murmurs of comfort.

"I know we're faking this to make them jealous, but can we stop it? Wooyoung's also jealous, and mad at you," Mingi said, looking down at his shoes and wondering why they thought it was a good idea to get one of the makeup artists to do this. They both wanted to get someone in the group, but they had failed miserably at making it dramatic.

"He wasn't jealous, just mad," San defended, he wasn't going to trick himself into believing someone like Wooyoung would love him back, "he was just pissed cause you made Yunho cry. Yes, that's it."

"Are you trying to assure me, or you?" Mingi asked, patting his friend's shoulder and already trying to find a way to explain it. They had recorded the makeup process and the stylists left as soon as everyone else had gone into the room.

San just stayed silent, not knowing who he was truly trying to convince. He just stood there, asking himself why he went along with Mingi's plan if he knew this was going to happen. And now they were buried under a pile of shit.

He looked at Mingi, and looked back at the door. Of course, he was the one going to risk it so the others would understand it was a joke. From inside, no sobs could be heard.

"YEOSANG!" He heard someone scream, it sounded like Jongho. And before he had any time to question, he saw a fuming Yeosang going out of his room with a glare on his perfect eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can explain," San said, serious and composed. He knew they were going to get mad, and he did it, so he was ready to face the consequences. "I got video proof that this is just makeup and nothing happened."

His eyes softened, but there was still anger present. Nodding, he motioned for them to go into one of the rooms and show him the video. There was still coldness in his eyes, and it was horrifying. He wasn't speaking, either, and it made them even more nervous, despite not doing anything wrong except take a prank too far.

When they walked into the room, he instantly motioned them to show him the video. Not wanting to waste any time, or make the older male doubt their honesty, they pulled out their phones and showed him the videos of them getting the makeup done by the artists. They were short, but it was more than enough proof that they didn't do anything together. Once they were done, Mingi was the first to speak up, "I know he confessed to me, but me being the goof that I am, wanted to make it seem dramatic before telling him I love him back."

"And you should know I love Wooyoung more than anything in this world, I went along because I also want to confess," San muttered once Mingi was done. They looked up at the silent Yeosang, seeing him with closed eyes and a relieved expression on his face. "At least you didn't do anything, and now you have to apologize. Since there is proof, I know they'll forgive it since it was a prank anyway."

Nodding, the two culprits stood up and watched as Yeosang walked ahead of them and into the room where now everyone was seemingly laughing, but there wasn't a trace of the distinct laugh of the two they wanted to hear. Shortly after, a tall male was kicked out of the room as he cowered into himself. Mingi stood up from the couch and slowly approached him, opening his arms as an invitation to talk things out. After a little hesitation, Yunho broke into a new set of tears and also wrapped his arms around the giant. They rocked back and forth while standing in place, then walked into their room together. San was still in the living room, not expecting anyone else to come out since Mingi's problem was solved. He decided to remove the makeup and make himself a little presentable to talk to his best friend when he could. But before he could even stand up, the door opened again and a fuming smaller male was pushed out. He had his arms crossed, his long hair covering his eyes to show his scowling mouth. San smiled, he was adorable.

"Come here," he said, whispering as if there was someone else watching, "I wanna apologize, I'm guessing Yeosang told you."

"He did," the younger said, "and what about it? It doesn't mean I have to forgive you."

San didn't speak anymore, he solely stared at the beautiful male in front of him. He remembers the first time he called Wooyoung beautiful, it was in a night where they couldn't sleep, wrapped in each other's arms as they stared up to the night sky. The moon was shining brightly, no angry clouds to take away her splendour. It was hitting Wooyoung's face perfectly, it made his eyes reflect the stars, and his features to be accentuated. He was beyond beautiful, the tip of his ears becoming red when San had expressed his thoughts.

"Hey, come here," San said again, opening his arms the same way Mingi had. He closed his eyes expectantly and soon was hit with the smell of vanilla, a fragrance so familiar and nostalgic. He smiled, his eyes were still closed as the younger shifted himself to accommodate his smaller body into the older's embrace. It was an adorable sight for those outside of their little bubble to enjoy.

And they were.

The two pulled apart after a while, basking in the feel of being together once again. It was something they had missed during their mini-vacation, the feeling of always having one another there, for whatever they wanted, always. They would never confess this, but they would usually turn around to call the other when they saw something funny or found a good song, only to scowl and see how there was nobody there. And it hurt them, a lot.

"Wanna talk?" San whispered, his warm breath was fanning right against the younger's ear and it brought him a sense of familiarity that he missed. He nodded, not wanting to give away that his voice would be warm and welcoming.

The older male took the sign and stood up, the younger still in his arms. Wooyoung just wrapped his arms and legs tighter around the other as he walked them to their room, quickly sitting down and embracing him once they were safely on the bed.

Wooyoung made a weird hand gesture that only the man before him would understand. He smiled, go on, is what he tried to say.

"Okay," he started and took a deep breath, trying to find a way to explain things smoothly and not make the younger have any doubts, "So, you know how Yunho confessed to Mingi, right? Well, of course, he felt the same way. But we all know him, and he was going to be extra dramatic with confessing to Yunho back. So, he said he was going to make the artists give his this weird makeover and then make Yunho jump right into his arms after a light prank. I was going to go along, for, well, reasons that aren't important at the moment. And I got the same makeup, it seemed as though we hooked up, but we didn't cause that's not- ew. But when everyone instantly believed it and got pissed without giving us a chance to explain, and you almost slapped Mingi, well, we didn't know what to do. It's good Yeosang gave us a chance to explain."

San waited for a response from the smaller male in his arms, he waited and waited for any type of reaction to his explanation. He looked down to see how his eyes were tightly closed, and he had a mad expression on his face. And without a warning, he slapped San's stomach lightly, over, and over, and over. "And here I was, being scared that you slept with Mingi. Asshole!"

San laughed, he saw how the other was also fighting back a giggle. He slowly moved his hands and when Wooyoung was calm, he started tickling his stomach. He started squirming and moving around while flapping his arms in a dangerous manner. He started slapping San again, trying to get his arms away from the tickle zone. It was a mess. The older stopped, as he knew Wooyoung would continue to gradually increase the intensity of his slaps. They laughed together, back to cuddling calmly on the bed, while the other lay there neglected.

It was a good feeling, the art of being together and finding everything about it beautiful. Just the little things about the other, things that a normal person would never know. Details of the faces, little habits, everything was precious. Little kisses shared under the comfortable blanket, warming their bodies as they felt a euphoric feeling rush through them. It was something they would always want to feel with each other. As their feelings grew, together.