“I’m really sorry, Seung Ri.” Those were the words Ji Yong had told him the night before his life came crashing down.

The moment Seung Ri opened his eyes that morning, he knew something, everything, was wrong. The air was cold, the other bed untouched, and his heart was screaming the news he didn’t want to find out.

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Seung Ri approached Ji Yong, who was standing by the stairwell with someone else. “Hey, Ji Yong!” he yelled and pushed him against the metal railing.

The other boy’s eyes widened in surprise, but he became calm and even smirked when he realized who it was. “Hey there, Ri.”

“Don’t you ‘hey, there’ me, you prostitute.”

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The following days, Seung Hyun had become too uncomfortable to even look at Seung Ri.

Seung Ri, on the other hand, became more arrogant at the sight of his hyung. He’d act superior around him, and he knew Seung Hyun couldn’t do anything about it.

“Seung Hyun hyung,” Seung Ri whispered in his hyung’s ear.

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“Hyung,” Seung Ri said as he came into Seung Hyun’s room that night. He sat on the bed.

“What are you doing in my room, Maknae?” Seung Hyun asked him, taking off his earphones. He spun around in his chair to face the boy. “What do you need? Get it and get out.”

“Why so harsh, hyung?” Seung Ri laughed. “I just came to ask ( Read more... )

“You what?” Seung Hyun yelled after Seung Ri told them what happened.

“Hyung, calm down,” Young Bae said softly.

“Seung Ri, I cannot believe you did that!”

“What’s the matter, hyung?” Seung Ri said with a smug smile across his lips. “It’s not like you still care for her, right? After all, you kissed another ( Read more... )

From my seat on the floor, I glanced between the two of them. I couldn’t help but smile. Dae hyung and Seung Hyun hyung were having a staring contest, but not just any staring contest. It was a make-a-face-and-keep-it-on-for-as-long-as-you-can staring contest.

Dae hyung was doing the face he could do best: a wide smile with his eyes ( Read more... )