thirty-one (1/2)

Changhyun stares at Jonghyun. His boyfriend, his love, his best friend. His formerly "straight" boyfriend, love, best friend.

Jonghyun's oblivious, innocent. Unaware of Changhyun's feelings, he continues talking to girls as usual.

Changhyun tugs on Jonghyun's hand, once again ignored as Jonghyun stares at the group of girls walking by.

Jonghyun turns to him, eyebrow raised. Changhyun narrows his eyes, shaking his head.

Sighing, Changhyun slowly pulls his hand away from Jonghyun's, "Look, Jonghyun," He says, eyes traveling to his shoes, "I'm gonna go home."

"What? Why?" Jonghyun asks, trying to grab his hand again. Changhyun pulls away too quickly, "Changhyunnie, wait!"

Changhyun doesn't. He continues walking.

Jonghyun doesn't try much more than that.

-

Changhyun doesn't cry until he gets home. He feels pathetic, just barely locking his door before curling up in his bed, still in the clothes from the date, sobbing so hard his body rocked, his head ached, and his eyes felt sore, all because of some stupid idiot boyfriend.

That was the first Saturday Changhyun's spent alone since he befriended Jonghyun. That was the first time he cried over Jonghyun in a bad way.

That was the first time he felt so pathetic.

-

He comes downstairs to find his mother holding a fake rose out to him. He asks about it, but all she says was that someone rang the doorbell, but when she opened the door this was all that was there. He asks how she knew it was to him, but she points and a card on the table.

To: Changhyun.

From: Someone who loves you.

He wants to think it's Jonghyun, but he scoffs at the thought of his boyfriend doing anything at all this romantic.

-

At school, they're taped to his locker. They have a note every time, saying the same thing. He knows it's not Jonghyun then, having not seen him since their date. He asks Byunghun and Minsoo if they've seen him, but both boys shake their heads. He asks Chanhee and Niel if they know anything about the roses, but both boys shake their heads.

He pouts, staring at the six roses beside his bed in confusion.

-

It's midnight when Changhyun's awoken by something hitting his window repeatedly.

He peeked out the curtain, trying to find out what was hitting the window by looking up. A pebble hit the window again, making Changhyun jump in surprise. When he regained composure, he slowly opened the window, poking his head out to look at the ground.

It was too dark to clearly see him, but Changhyun knew he was there.

"Jonghyun. What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Changhyunnie, come down here."

"It's fucking midnight. There's no way I'm leaving my room."

"Changhyunnie, you're ruining the romance."

"There is no romance between us, obviously. You're too busy eye fucking every girl you see to be with me."

Jonghyun audibly sighed, "Changhyun, would you just come down here?"

"No way, my parents will wake up."

"So jump."

"What?"

"Jump. I'll catch you."

Changhyun scoffed, "No thanks, I'll risk it." He said, shaking his head as he shoved on some shoes and went downstairs. He tried to quietly open the door, wishing with everything he was his parents didn't wake up.

The second he stepped in the grass, Jonghyun shoved six roses in his face. The smell told him, these six weren't fake.

His eyebrows raised, "Were you even the one who was sending those roses all week?"