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Yeosang watched wide-eyed as Jongho inflated a thick air mattress in his room. Although he thought that Jongho's bed was big enough for both of them or that he could sleep on the floor, he said nothing.

Jongho turned to him and grinned. "You can at least help me," he said with a grin. Yeosang literally jumped to him. "Yeah, sure sorry, I just thought you could do it better on your own and..." Jongho interrupted him with a laugh, grabbing his arm. "I was just kidding, sit back down," he said. Yeosang smiled slightly and sat down again.

"You don't have to do all that," Yeosang said carefully. "I know," Jongho mumbled as he pulled the pump off the mattress and stowed it next to him. He turned to Yeosang. "You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the air mattress." Shaking his head, Yeosang stood up again. "Absolutely not," Yeosang said firmly, but at the same time met a penetrating and stubborn gaze. He knew that Jongho probably wouldn't change his mind.

Jongho handed Yeosang a pair of pyjamas a little later. "Here. I'm going to get more to drink, you can change," he said with a smile and then disappeared out of the door. Yeosang looked after him, still denying that this was the reality. He wondered what had happened that he was now standing in his crush's room, heart pounding, waiting for him to come back. Yeosang changed, with his mind on only one person the whole time.

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A short time later, Jongho came back. "I've put a toothbrush and a towel in the bathroom for you," he said in a calm voice, then handed Yeosang a bottle of water. Overwhelmed, Yeosang thanked him. How could someone be so kind and empathetic? Yeosang didn't even have to ask when he wanted something, Jongho was always one step ahead of him. He didn't have to express his worries, Jongho seemed to be able to read everything when their eyes met. It was as if he always understood him, no matter what.

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It wasn't long before Yeosang was lying in Jongho's bed against his will, while the older man sat on the air mattress not a meter away from him and pulled the blanket over him. Yeosang wondered how he could even fall asleep knowing that Jongho was lying right next to him and all he had to do was stretch out his arm.

Jongho made himself comfortable and then turned to Yeosang. The small lamp next to his bed lit the room only slightly, but Yeosang could feel his gaze on him directly. It was as if his skin was burning where Jongho's gaze landed. Yeosang also turned slightly towards him. There was silence for a short time and their eyes met. As everything inside Yeosang started to tingle, he wondered what Jongho was thinking at that moment.

Yeosang knew they had only met as friends, but the atmosphere was kind of too tense. Anyone would probably have noticed that this was more than friendship and Yeosang wondered if Jongho was aware that there was something in the air between them. Or if he was knowingly ignoring the sparks that flew between them.

"Jongho." Yeosang croaked. His words were barely audible as his voice was somehow swallowed up. "Hm?" Jongho said and his gaze, which was still on Yeosang, softened a little more. "Can I ask you something?" The corners of Jongho's mouth twitched slightly."That's already a question," he said with amusement, but then he nodded slightly to hear the real question and put a hand under his cheek to support his head.

"Why did you want to meet me?" Yeosang asked nervously. "Why did you invite me here?" he asked more specifically. With his heart beating far too fast, he looked at Jongho waiting. Jongho made a thoughtful face and turned onto his back. His gaze broke away and landed on the ceiling of the room. Seconds passed and Yeosang could tell he was searching for an answer.

"I don't know," Jongho muttered.. "We got on well right from the start and I..." he took a short breath and Yeosang's breath hitched. "I just find you interesting, that's why I want to spend more time with you," he finished his sentence. "That's all, I think," he added, and he gave Yeosang another smile.

Yeosang was satisfied with the answer, but it still didn't mean that Jongho only saw him as a friend. Yeosang didn't know what to do. It was probably far too early to tell Jongho what he really thought. He also wanted to get to know him better and be friends with him for a longer period of time to be really sure. Although he was already sure that he liked Jongho more than anyone else so far.

"Shall we sleep?" Jongho asked and Yeosang nodded. Jongho turned to the small lamp and switched it off. Yeosang's thoughts were a mess. He turned onto his back again. "If there's anything, you can always wake me up." These were Jongho's last words before he wished him a good night and Yeosang heard him roll over. Yeosang would have loved to lie down next to him at that moment and cuddle up to him. But just the fact that they were sleeping together in the same room was enough for him at that moment and happily he rolled over as well. He had no idea how he was supposed to fall asleep like this.

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The next morning, Yeosang was awakened by a gentle shaking. Yeosang rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked into Jongho's face, who was leaning slightly over him. He immediately smiled. He didn't mind being woken up like this every morning.

"Wake up, Yeo," Jongho said so gently that Yeosang briefly thought he was still dreaming. Tired, he slowly sat up. He felt a hand on his back. "I have to leave in two hours because I'm meeting my friends from university for a rehearsal, so I wanted to wake you up now so we have some time." Yeosang nodded understandingly. "I made breakfast," Jongho said, sounding almost proud of himself. Yeosang thought it was far too sweet.

He stretched and wriggled out of the thick blanket. After he got up, Jongho handed him some clothes and they immediately looked familiar to Yeosang. "These are the pants you were wearing when you went to the party. And the shirt you were wearing before that. I washed both for you," Jongho explained. Yeosang blinked a few times and then gratefully accepted the clothes.

"I just remembered that I still have the clothes you lent me," Yeosang said, having flashbacks of that night. He was still embarrassed, but after Jongho had assured him so often that it hadn't been bad, it wasn't quite so bad to think back to that night. Jongho's eyes widened slightly. "That's right, I totally forgot again," Jongho laughed.

"I've meant to give them back to you a few times, but I forgot in the end," Yeosang said truthfully. "I don't want to be to blame if your closet is empty soon." Jongho laughed lightly again and it was music to Yeosang's ears. He wanted to hear that laugh more often. "I can visit you sometime, then I can pick it up," said Jongho so naturally that Yeosang simply nodded.

Only then did Yeosang realize what Jongho had actually said. So did that mean he wanted to meet with him alone again? A sinking feeling ran through Yeosang's stomach.

"Come on, let's eat," Jongho said, patting Yeosang lightly on the shoulder, then he made his way downstairs. As always, it was a light and fleeting touch, but Yeosang had noticed that Jongho was doing this more and more often. Whether he did it unconsciously or consciously, Yeosang felt special and appreciated every time, and a surge of joy came over him every time. Heart pounding, he changed his clothes to join Jongho at breakfast.

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Wooyoung walked excitedly through the dark corridor. Behind him, he pulled San along with him. Every time he remembered who was here and especially where they were, his stomach did a jump and his heart skipped a beat.

A familiar door came into Wooyoung's field of vision and he opened it. Then they entered the huge room and Wooyoung let go of San. San's eyes widened and Wooyoung giggled. "This is where you train?" San asked incredulously, his eyes wandering around the large room, over the huge mirrors on the walls, the jukeboxes in the back of the room and a monitor next to the door.

"Yes, usually with my group, but since it's Sunday, we have the room to ourselves," Wooyoung explained. San turned around a few times to take it all in, then followed Wooyoung to a music box. "We need to warm up a bit first, then I can show you a few dance moves." San looked uncertainly at Wooyoung, who smiled in return.

"Don't worry, these are easy steps, anyone can do it and I'm sure with practice you'll get really good." Wooyoung could tell that San didn't believe his words, but he would show him. Wooyoung plugged his phone into a cable, then tapped the screen a few times and the first music played. It was a simple, bright and cheerful sound. Wooyoung turned to San.

"Just follow me," he said and then began to move slightly. They were simple, harmonious movements that were good for warming up. San followed Wooyoung's steps and as they followed the simple beat in sync, they smiled at each other. "There you go." Wooyoung said, already slightly out of breath, and San gave him an even bigger smile.

Wooyoung was overjoyed. Not only did he love dancing and music more than anything else in his life, but now he could share his passion with someone. With someone he hadn't known for long, but who was already so special to him.

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Laughing and sweaty, San and Wooyoung dropped onto the cool floor of the dance studio. Wooyoung brushed his hair out of his face, then turned to San, who had closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell as fast as Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung was surprised. After he had explained some steps to San several times and he had gone through them with him several times, San was able to perform them perfectly. So perfect that they tried out a short choreo together for fun.

"How did you like it?" Wooyoung asked, as San looked happy but also totally exhausted. San opened his eyes. A few strands of his dark hair stuck to his forehead. His face was slightly flushed and the tank top he was wearing was literally sticking to his upper body. Wooyoung had to pull himself together not to go completely crazy at the sight.

"It was..." San faltered and seemed to be searching for the right words. "Indescribable," he said. Wooyoung had not expected such an answer, but he was satisfied. San now turned his head in Wooyoung's direction and they looked at each other penetratingly, smiling. Everything inside Wooyoung began to tingle with excitement.

"Thank you." San mumbled. "I haven't tried anything new for a long time." he added. Wooyoung nodded slightly without releasing his gaze. "If you feel like dancing again, let me know, I'm almost always here. Maybe you'll get to know the others at some point," Wooyoung said and the thought alone made him feel warm. He couldn't imagine when the day would come and he could introduce San as his boyfriend. It was a surreal idea.

Wooyoung noticed how San slid a little closer. His movement was barely noticeable, but Wooyoung's breath caught. His eyes wandered from San's dark eyes and long eyelashes, over his perfect nose to his lips. His lips, slightly moist from sweating, glistened in the light of the room.

Wooyoung couldn't take his eyes off them. How he would love to... he couldn't finish his thought, because San seemed to have the same thought and with his head he came even closer to Wooyoung. So close that the tips of their noses almost touched and Wooyoung forgot everything around him.

His gaze traveled back to San's eyes, in which he found the permission he had needed to bridge the last distance. He lifted his head slightly, turned it a tiny bit and had already reached San's lips and his lips landed onto them.

It was magical and Wooyoung couldn't think about anything else, his mind was completely blank. It was his first kiss, but that wasn't the reason why it was so special to him. It was special because it was San he was kissing. Wooyoung felt San's hand move to the back of his neck, then San rolled over him slightly and the back of Wooyoung's head landed gently on the floor. San started to kiss him properly and Wooyoung followed his movements. He didn't have to think about what he was doing, his feelings were guiding him.

His hands moved to San's back to push him closer to him. At that moment, Wooyoung loved everything. This feeling, this movement and San. Their kiss became a little more passionate but was still gentle and innocent. Wooyoung was sure that San could feel his heartbeat, it was already that fast. But he didn't care, because San should feel what he was doing to him.

His warm and wet lips slowly pulled away from Wooyoung's, leaving a burning sensation that was a mixture of love, passion and affection. San pulled away a little, but didn't let go of Wooyoung. Wooyoung opened his previously closed eyes and his stunned expression met San's.

"I'm speechless." Wooyoung whispered against San's lips. The latter looked at him just as speechless. His second hand moved to Wooyoung's face, then his thumb stroked Wooyoung's lips, which he had kissed earlier. Wooyoung looked at him with glazed eyes. He really had no more words and that rarely happened to him.

San smiled at him and slight dimples appeared on his cheeks. Wooyoung could have screamed. Then San rolled away from him again and all the warmth disappeared. However, his hand on the back of Wooyoung's neck remained in place.

"That was incredible." San breathed out, then looked back at the boy next to him. "But I need some more time." Wooyoung looked at him and could see slight doubt in San's eyes. He had no idea what San had experienced or gone through before him, so he couldn't understand his thoughts. But he wanted to empathize with him and he would give him all the time in the world.

Wooyoung grabbed San's hand. "Take as much time as you want San. I'm not in a hurry." Wooyoung smiled lovingly at him. San was everything to him at this moment.

~

It was Monday morning and Mingi wished he could just leave right then and there. He hated assembly, especially when his first class started at nine and he couldn't sleep off his weekend rush.

Letagically, Mingi pulled his book out of his locker and closed it again. Then he turned around and strolled through the corridor. Just before his class, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and he was yanked to the side. His book almost fell to the floor. Startled, Mingi looked up and straight into Hongjoong's eyes. He was the last person he had expected to see.

"What's up?" Mingi asked, his voice almost breaking. He could barely look at him. Hongjoong looked at him briefly and then down. "I just wanted to tell you...," Mingi looked at him in a waiting manner. "That I don't return your feelings," Hongjoong mumbled, but he never seemed so unsure.

Mingi scratched his head in confusion. "No need to tell me, I already know." Mingi lowered his eyes. He had never expected anything else. "But it's okay, honestly. I knew you felt that way or I would have said something sooner," Mingi said, admitting to himself that he had known what his heart was feeling for some time.

He didn't dare look up. He was suddenly overcome with sadness. He had been over Hongjoong for a long time, no question, but it still hurt. Nevertheless, he couldn't think of anything else when Hongjoong appeared in front of him. When his playful eyes met his.

Hongjoong seemed to want to say something, but his voice broke off before he could even begin and his gaze dropped. At that moment, Mingi wished he could just sink into the ground. To simply disappear. Everything inside him tightened painfully.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind them, interrupting Mingi's dark thoughts. He lifted his head and looked to the side where, to his surprise, Yunho had appeared. He reached for Mingi's wrist. "I have something to tell you," he said and Mingi looked at Yunho's hand. What the hell?

"I like you." Yunho spoke, his voice sounding shaky. Mingi looked at him with widened eyes. "What?" Mingi exclaimed and he couldn't understand the world anymore...

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