Now I think this short fiction will have to be turned into a series. /Can't help myself.

Apologies for the long story. Moon Bin Sai Yim as well. Right now I'm really hooked on the short story.

In this series, I want to decorate all 3 couples.

Dongmin

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Sanha

Moon Bin

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Minhyuk

Jinwoo

x

Myungjoon

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WTF

“Yun Sanha!” A loud shout came from the kitchen behind the house, causing the entire house to rumble.

"Yes," the owner of the name replied.

"You don't have to come here. Come here now, my dear child.” Her mother's mood rose as did the sound of her voice.

“What the hell is happening to my mother?” Sanha walked up to her mother in the kitchen while her eyes and hands were still busy with the game in her hand.

“Not only will your city fall apart, your head will also fall. You kid!” The middle-aged woman flicked the paper onto the counter in front of her with a loud thud.

"What's wrong? Mom, hurry up and tell me." Sanha acted like she was not feeling the heat. Even more, it stimulated the mother's patience to surge until it could not be controlled.

“No! This is it! Hurry? Do you want me to speak quickly?!” She couldn't help but use the paper in her hand to smack the body of her only son. It must be the hand that plays with the mobile phone that must be broken!

“Oh my god, what is this pain?” The boy put down his phone and ran away from the storm of Arahant Papers, screaming.

“What do I have to ask you? I'm sending you to school. So what's going on here?"

“Ba...grade certificate?” Sanha ran away and hid behind the door.

"That's right. What is this thing? Grade 1.24. You'll be entering your second year, Sanha." Sanha's mother tried to control her emotions. No matter how hard I tried to calm down, the igrade in my hand was really suffocating.

“Wow, Mom, it's hard.” Sandha rocked back and forth against the door that was clinging to him.

“Even though you still speak Korean, are you not Korean?” The paper in her hand was as damaged as the mother's heart, and her mischievous son was about to argue as soon as she finished speaking.

“When you go and find a place to study now, I'll just give you this money. You go take care of yourself.” The mother handed the money envelope to her son. When she opened it, the mischievous boy's eyes widened.

“Oh, Mom, for just ninety thousand won, where can I go to study? May have to ask for some more.. Ten thousand, twenty thousand,” the boy said and then laughed out of habit.

“Do you want this money or do you want the money to stitch up the wound in your head?” Mother raised the pan and wanted to wave it over her son's head.

“Oh, Sanha's beautiful mother, this is so easy. You can wait and see.” The boy walked up and hugged his mother from behind, then made a giggling sound and kissed his mother's cheek. before running away into the bedroom (Of course, go with your mobile phone as well)

“This child, hey,” the mother could only smile faintly. Then cook dinner as my son and husband's favorite dish.

“Take special classes or you're too lazy to die.” The boy left the money on the desk. Then lay down on the bed and press to continue playing the game. But before he could start playing, a call came in.

“Hello,” Sanha said in a tired voice.

“Are you free at 8 p.m.?” he asked.

“Not much.” The boy lay comfortably on the bed.

"What are you doing? Let's go see a movie."

“Young Minhyuk's crazy movie Borai. It's too late to be lazy,” Sanha replied dismissively.

“Believe me, it's really cool.” A chuckle came from the other end of the line.

“I don't want porn movies,” Sanha said, laughing.

“I'm just going to hit you and crack your skull, isn't that right? See you at 8 p.m. At the mall in front of S-Kepa University,” Minhyuk asked again.

"Oh, you've gone too far," San said into the phone and hung up the phone. The mood to play the game disappeared along with the consciousness of the boy who lay long on the bed. Sanha fell asleep before dinner until almost 7 p.m.

"Hoy! Sanha,” Minhyuk shouted out his friend's name and waved his hand.

“There aren't many people,” Sanha said as soon as he saw his friend. I didn't think there would be so many people at this movie theater in the evening.

“I don't know, I don't care.” Minhyuk replied without any concern for his friend, but instead raised his head to look for something.

“What are you looking at here?” the curious boy continued.

“I'm not going to watch a fake movie to see a girl.” Minhyuk smiled at the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

“Wow, then I'll go back. It's really nonsense.” Sanha made to walk away, but his little friend grabbed his arm first.

“Wait a minute, friend. The best man, Mr. Sanha. Friends, please help me understand. I really need this moment.” Minhyuk blinked, sending a wave of pity that couldn't reach him. Instead, only the irritation reached the other party.

“What is it?” Sanha stood with her arms folded and wiggled her feet, waiting to hear the answer.

“Uncle Jaeha, what a lovely person. That's Ulzzang."

“Those big breasts?” Sanha asked back.

“Oh, that's right, he's at this university, and coincidentally, I went to be a friend in the same café and he accidentally invited me to eat some snacks.” The boy laughed and slapped Sanha all over him.

“And is there a chance Minhyuk will miss him kekeke?” Sanha began to writhe and writhe after her friend like a tall and short crazy person struggling with each other.

“I didn't miss it either!” Minhyuk laughed.

“Then how do you know it's his older brother? Weren't we being shamed or something like that?” Sanha began to ask.

“I don't know why I brought you here. There's something strange. You can just say it.” Before he could finish his words, Minhyuk's ringtone sounded.

“He called,” Minhyuk said and quickly answered. The two met at an ice cream shop. 31 favorite shops for small children

“So, is it good for me to come and sit with you like this? Is it supposed to be a date or something?” Sanha felt a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of her even though the woman hadn't arrived yet.

“Come on, he said he was bringing a friend.” Minhyuk patted his friend on the shoulder lightly.

“But don't be jealous of me, friend,” Minhyuk sneered.

“Uh, Minhyuk, right?” A third adult voice greeted, causing both pairs of eyes to quickly turn and stumble upon her famously large breasts.

“Uh huh, I'm Park Minhyuk.” The owner of the name stood up and bowed to the senior woman in front of him, causing Sanha to follow along.

“Sister Jaehan, this is my friend Lee Dongmin.” The young woman introduced herself and the accompanying friend.

Her male friend had striking milky white skin and a polite appearance. Big black eyes, same color as his hair. Cheeks were round and clear, and the mouth was shaped like a smile greeting the two boys.

"Friend? I thought it was your girlfriend." Sanha asked without thinking. Calling out a light left punch from his friend to the upper arm.

“No, but what is my name? You look so cute.” She chuckled politely and reached out to gently pinch Sanha's cheek.

“Sanhaha, Yunshanha.”

The conversation started out slow and jerky at first. But the cheerfulness of the two children helped the atmosphere gradually become more and more fun. Minhyuk continued to talk with his older sister, while Sanha teased. Teasing and laughing at your friends' silly flirting jokes. along with inviting the older brother in front of him to talk

“What class do you study?” Sanha curiously asked his older brother sitting across from him.

“Jae Ha studies fine arts for film backgrounds. As for me, I study letters. Modern Literature,” Dongmin answered the boy calmly as per his habit.

“Wow, aren't you bored? I just sit and study Korean for an hour. I slept until my neck ached,” Sanha said with a laugh. and accidentally shoots out his teeth out of habit

“It's fun, but I really don't like studying during high school either. Teacher is really boring.” Dong Min laughs and imagines the past. He himself secretly slept many times. I'm in the same period.

“Hahaha, yes, it's boring to say. Plus he ordered a lot of homework. It's too bad.” Sanha continued the conversation. At first, he thought that this white-skinned, black-haired older brother would be someone who couldn't speak well or was arrogant. According to the language of good-looking people in general But where is this guy who is so good at talking and so fun to talk to?

“It's really late, how are you guys getting back?” the only girl at the table asked with concern.

“My house is nearby, just a short walk back to the park,” Sanha replied with a smile.

“Oh, then it's the same way as Dong Min,” the woman answered before turning to ask Min Hyuk.

“I live in a different direction, but not too far. Just a few stations underground and you're there,” Minhyuk replied.

“So, will you drive me underground? You and Jae Ha will be able to ride back underground. Then I'll stop by and take Sanha home myself,” Dongmin offered as he got up and put his things away, forcing the kids to get up and follow him.

“Is it good that I have to go with the two of them?” Sanha whispered to his friend as he followed the older two.

"Then let's go underground together."

“Oh, it's so far away, it's better to go back yourself,” Sanha said.

'dripping'

'Pow pow pow'

“Shit, it's raining!” Sanha shouted, so the four of them reluctantly ran across the parking lot to get into Dongmin's white car.

“Then let's do it this way, you two call home and tell them. Or you can let me talk to you,” Dongmin said as he started the car.

“Uh, that's okay. We can talk ourselves.” Soon Dongmin dropped Jaeha and Minhyuk off at the subway station and were about to take off on their way.

“Sanha,” the older brother called out to the child in the backseat who seemed to be asleep.

“Huh?”

“Hahaha, don't sleep yet. Tell me the way first. How about driving to your house?” Dongmin laughed and shook his head at the antics of the ride-share boy. Even though it was the first time he met him, he was completely taken aback by this curious kid who had a funny expression when he spoke. Or laughing in an uncertain manner that had to slowly turn to face his friend all the time, making him feel very fond of this youngster.

“Go towards the park.” The boy gently rubbed his face and moved to sit in the middle of the back seat so he could see the way.

“You said you need to find a place to study,” Dong Min invites to chat because he's afraid his fellow passengers will fall asleep again.

"Yes, do you have any recommendations? It's not too expensive and teaches well." Sanha looked at the driver's face through the rear window.

“What subjects do you have to study?”

“All of them,” Sanha answered quickly, causing Dongmin to burst out laughing.

“What's the matter? I'm not good at it. But the subjects used my body very well,” Sanha said, then shot out his braces again.

“Then, haha, then you probably need to find a tutor who teaches one-on-one.”

“College students are also very inexpensive,” Dongmin offered, slowly driving down the road as the rain fell harder and harder.

“So, do you want me to be a tutor?” Sanha asked quickly. Until I had to put my hand up to cover my mouth.

'Shit, I just told Aiminhyuk that I was afraid to ride with the two of them. Now I'm going to ask him to teach me one-on-one again, Isanha. I'm sorry.' Sanha closed his eyes and thought of cursing himself hard in his heart.

“Oh,” the driver moaned from his throat as if he was thinking of an answer.

"But if you don't get it, it's okay. Just giving this advice will help a lot." Sanha laughed and leaned heavily on the cushion.

“So...would you like to study for an hour first? I'm not very good at teaching myself,” Dongmin replied in a tone that was not very confident.

"Pick up my phone and look for your number. Let's exchange numbers. Where do we turn?"

“Uh, turn left, is that good? I'm considerate of you. I'm such a fool.” Sanha courageously reached out and picked up the phone from the car's console.

“Let's try it, I still don't have any part-time work either. There isn't much to add to the gas bill yet," the older brother said and laughed.

The boy was a little worried about picking up the phone in front of him until the driver noticed. But Dongmin chose not to say anything and let the other person make his own decision without rushing anything. The boy was silent for a while and finally grabbed the phone.

"All right, here's my number." The boy returned the phone to its original place. Then he sat with his mouth pursed as if thinking hard.

“If you've already decided on a school day, you can call me as well.” The young man offered another chance.

Soon a white car was parked in front of Sanha's house.

“Thank you. Hello. Please drive back carefully.” Sanha bowed in thanks as soon as he got out of the car and waved goodbye to his new brother. Then quickly ran into the house as soon as he took a shower. After washing his hair, he immediately called his friend about the matter.

“Did you get your ass fucked?” Minhyuk greeted as soon as he answered the phone.

“It's bad, can you do it, friend?” Sanha said and laughed loudly.

“What the hell is wrong with this person? Is this person serious? It's not a casual relationship like always. Please honor my girlfriend's future."

“You must be crazy, my friend is already home,” asked Sandha.

“Oh, I'm going to sleep,” the other replied.

“Why are you sleeping? It's only 11:00 p.m. Do you want to play some games before going to bed?" Sanha said, turning on the computer.

"I don't want to be lazy."

"Kai Adi, Kai Kuk, Kuk Kuk, Aon said it and made it a claim," Sanha teased.

“I'll see you soon,” Minhyuk said and hung up the phone.

“Mom, I'm so hungry,” Sanha moaned as soon as he got home from school.

"What should we eat? Or would you like to eat chicken? It'll be quick." The mother accepted her son's embrace no matter how big the child was. But his perverse personality still hasn't changed.

“I love you so much,” Sanha kissed her cheek, causing her mother to pull away and send her son outside to wait.

“My mother got a place in tutoring,” Sanha said, resting her chin on the kitchen counter.

"So where is it? Is there enough money?"

"Oh, I'm studying with you, who is a student at S University. Mom, I don't know how much they charge."

“But to take the entrance exam there, you have to be good, right, Mom?” the boy advised. He was still confused about whether to call his brother from two nights ago.

"Oh, so how did you know him?"

“Well, I Minhyuk recommended it again.” It's not exactly wrong.

“Then you can come study in our area or study at home. There's a place in your room."

"Is it okay, Mom, to let a stranger into the house?" But is it true that strangers have already dropped him off at the house?

“Anyway, Mom is at home all day, so I can help take care of you.”

“Seriously, Mom, then I'll call him.” The boy still hesitated until his mother had to lean over and look at her son's face again.

"Does this mean he looks like a thief? Why do you have to think so much?"

"I don't know my face, but I don't know my heart. Mom, looking at me, I'm so handsome that I could still be stupid," Sanha said and laughed loudly. Then I walked out to the sofa in front of the TV to find a quiet place to call the new tutor.

“Hello,” the other person answered the phone.

“Uncle Dongmin, right? I'm Sanha.”

“Uh, what do you say?” The older brother answered in a kind tone, causing the other party to feel a little more at ease.

“About tutoring, are you still available?”

"If I don't get it today, I have to join the club this evening."

“Doh, bored,” the boy said and fell onto the sofa, kicking his legs in the air.

“It's almost 7 p.m. starting on Friday. I would like to prepare teaching documents first. Calm down, student.” Just the sound of Sanha's voice was enough to guess the expression and kind smile from the other party.

"Alright, what time is it on Friday? I finish school at five."

“So, is it five-thirty in time?”

“Uh, would you be comfortable teaching at my house? I'll save money on pocket money too." The boy wasn't sure whether to choose to teach at home or not. Hesitantly asked.

“Ah, that's good, then there's a message. Or you can add me.”

“Ah, okay, thank you.”

“That's it, prepare yourself for Friday. I'll tell you." The other end of the line threatened slightly before hanging up.

“What do you call my mother like you're scolding me?” Sanha muttered to himself and ran to tell his mother about the conversation just now.

San Ha and Dong Min's special education goes smoothly. Dong Min is a good teacher as well as a good older brother to San Ha. The two of them gradually became closer after tutoring each other at Sanha's house. I started going to the mall. Dongmin's library or university sometimes Even Sanha's naiveté never once made Dongmin change his expression. His older brother only smiled fondly.

and calmly taught the boy As for San Ha, he's gradually adjusted better, whether it's homework from school that must be completed and checked by Dong Min first, or additional homework from Dong Min. The boy did well. Even though there were some days when the boy was a bit fussy and tired from school activities, the teacher was still kind enough to take the boy out to treat him to snacks.

Or ice cream to summon strength, even to the point that many times Sanha's mother had to dissuade her brother not to indulge this stubborn child too much. And although the young teacher never once got angry or punished the mischievous student, But Sanha always tries to be nice to get praise. and snacks as a reward from the teacher

“Where did Dongmin hyung get this snack from?” the boy asked while eating the snack in his hand. It's a crispy butter cookie. Smooth and fine texture, sprinkled with some almond seeds. Souvenirs from Dongmin

“My friend works at a coffee shop and I often go to buy coffee and snacks. I thought it was delicious so I bought it for us,” Dongmin replied while checking the boy's homework.

“Hmm, you're probably really hot at university. Even with your head down like that, you're still handsome." The boy complimented him so directly that the teacher stumbled. Then he raised his head and looked directly at the boy.

“What else is this? Is this a new plan to ask for a reduction in homework?” Dongmin said until the other person frowned.

“No, please. Well, he's really handsome. Look at his nose. It's really high. His mouth is a little big. His eyes are big and his eyelashes are long. This was from the moment we walked into the store. The girls look at you in awe,” the boy said, nodding his head to show that he was telling the truth. It made people who received compliments like Dong Min feel strangely embarrassed. Even though there were many people who complimented him, no one had explained it in detail like this, and he was still a boy.

Makes him feel numb. How hot is it? I like it.

“Hyung.. your face is red.” Sanha said and gritted his teeth.

"What? Are you shy? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha" The boy laughed out of habit. before reaching out to caress the red-blooded ears of the older brother in front of him.

“The ears are redder than the face.” As soon as Sanha's small, long hand touched the ear of the opposite person, things seemed to get even worse for the boy. Soft touch from small fingers A light hit on his ear made him even more confused about what to do about this situation.

'Did I just get bullied by a high school kid? Damn it, Lee Dongmin, be conscious.' The young boy slammed the head of the kid in front of him hard as punishment.

“So let's play something so he can get to know him, Sanha.” The teacher put on a no-nonsense expression, then lowered his head and sipped coffee to regain his composure before continuing to check his homework.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said it like that. But the voice that resounded in Sanha's head was the opposite. There was a loud noise in his head. As soon as he saw the confused look in the kind-hearted older brother who could always control everything, his hand unconsciously retracted, wanting to touch the delicate skin that turned red because of the words. I don't know why the compliment he just said changed so quickly.

'Uncle Dongmin isn't handsome anymore..but he's crazy cute.' The boy smiled a little in his heart.

After that day, the older brother thought about being careful not to fall into the evil trap of the little wolf in lamb's clothing again, but then he was embarrassed because after the incident at the coffee shop that day, Sanha didn't have any way to tease him in a serious way. Until he felt that this tall boy probably didn't really think about the events of that day and probably felt guilty about what he had done. The real situation is starting to return to normal.

'Uncle, today I finished sports practice around 7:00 p.m. Can I postpone it?'

After reading the message for a few seconds, Long Hand typed a reply.

'Is that okay? Next week I'm busy and I want to save as much as I can this week.' Immediately, Dongmin's phone vibrated as the mischievous kid called.

“Ha ha ha,” a gasping voice came through the phone like a pervert.

"Why aren't you free next week?" Finally, the voice on the other end of the line made a sound other than the sound of panting.

"There's a presentation report to be made. It's a double job, so it's a bit heavy. Plus, I have exams to take," the young man replied casually, walking towards the coffee shop where his best friend worked part-time.

“But this week I've been really busy, having practice for sports competitions, and I'm really tired. Until the actual competition starts after the midterm exams,” Sanha replied in a bored tone. Dongmin could hear the sound of screaming. and shouted San Halod's name as well

“What, with so many girls cheering, what else are they complaining about?” Dongmin said jokingly. then laughed a little Then turn to greet a friend at the service counter. The young man put his things, both his shoulder bag and his notebook, on the table and sat down on the table as well.

"I'm going to die in chaos."

"I'd like you to come cheer me on," the boy said in a normal tone. It was different from the listener who was starting to feel abnormal, he didn't know what to reply to. Or how to act with the sentence just now, but it seems like the silence answered more than he thought.

“I'm embarrassed,” the tea boy teased. and laughed loudly Until the numbness in the face seems to decrease.

“Can you come cheer me on?” The voice of a boy who only jokes around even during class. Now he made a quiet voice indicating his intentions. And some feelings came to Dongmin.

“Dong Min-ah,” another man's voice called out to the owner of the black hair, causing him to look up in shock.

“Ah, Moonbin, thank you, you don't have to bring it to me,” Dongmin laughed as he accepted the Americano coffee from his close friend.

“You learn to eat other things, would you like some sandwiches?”

“Ah, no, I'm not hungry yet.” Dongmin replied with a kind smile.

"Then let's go eat together in the evening." His close friend still continued to pester him. Until he accidentally smiled and agreed.

“Who is it?” the person on the other end of the line said in a tone that didn't seem very satisfied.

“The friend I told you works at a coffee shop that used to bring snacks to you,” Dongmin answered honestly, at length.

‘Why are you chanting so long?’ Dongmin lightly slapped his forehead.

"Oh, so what? What do you want this evening?" Sanha asked in the same tone of dissatisfaction.

“Then let's go tutor at your house. I'll stop by to pick you up and then go home together,” Dongmin concluded.

"As you wish, that's all." The boy ended the call. Leaving Dongmin confused, at times he also wondered who was older.

“Sigh.” Dongmin let out a long sigh. Before starting to sip coffee He slowly relaxed to the sound of the acoustic music in the store, then turned on the computer and continued working.

“Then my question is, do you agree that you like that naughty boy or not?” Moonbin said as he stuffed a large portion of rice and kimchi fried beef into his mouth.

"Huh? What's not? Crazy? I'm going to like that kid. It's a man. Plus high school,” Dongmin said and shook his head vigorously.

“And from the time you ordered the dish until you started eating half the plate, did you talk about anything other than that kid?” Moonbin continued to eat like it was normal until Dongmin started to get angrier.

“So, what part of the kimchi fried beef on your plate says that I, a guy, can like a boy?” Dongmin said and kicked his friend across the shin.

“I like it and I don't like it and I don't like it. There's no way to say whether or not it's possible." The consultant turned to take a sip of Coke to ease his throat before turning to continue eating.

“Why not when an orange can never be an apple?” Dongmin finished, slapping his forehead and resting his face on his arm.

“It's all a metaphor for the worst situation for a letter child, to be honest.”

“You still don't accept it like this?” Moonbin looked directly at his best friend's face and reached out to touch his friend's face.

“How do you feel?” Dongmin didn't brush off his friend's hand. But he didn't feel anything. Not even ticklish.

“Finished, Teacher Dongmin has fallen for the mischievous child.” Moonbin put his hand back and began to handle the food in front of him.

“Oh my!” Dongmin swore out in disbelief.

“What do you think about the law that prohibits sexual acts? Or having sexual activities with minors under 20 years of age, but not forbidding each other,” Moonbin complained when he saw the death-seeking expression of his friend in front of him. But it seemed as if the more he spoke, the more his friend's expression of wanting to die became more serious.

“Or do you want to fuck that kid's ass?” Moonbin said and his eyes widened for life.

“I really want to stuff this meat into your ass,” Dongmin said breathlessly, kicking his friend hard again. It caused a moaning sound for a while before it changed to laughter and then they continued eating.

“Then how are you going to cheer him on? Mr. Cheerleader,” Moon Bin raised his eyebrows in jest.

“I'm busy.”

“If you have free time, will you go?” his friend asked, laughing until Dong Min began to feel more and more guilty for thinking of discussing this matter with the person in front of him. Confused and nervous, he had to turn to handle the food in front of him.

“Hey Sanha!” Minhyuk shouted to his close friend. After returning from a break, this friend seemed to be less focused than usual and even had no consciousness left.

“What's wrong with your face?” Minhyuk said, flicking his fingers between his tightly clenched eyebrows.

“What do you feel?” The boy reached out and touched his little friend's cheek.

“I feel so disgusted.” The small child arched his neck and vomited. and convulsed

“Oh, that's really scary,” Sanha muttered to himself.

"What? Is there a love story?" His friends started teasing him until Sanha began to feel and compose the whole story in his head again.

“This world is so bad!” Sanha shouted. Shake your head and push the thought away. and began to return to acting unconscious as usual

“Then what am I doing here?” Dongmin muttered to himself in the car. The problem was that this car was parked at the school of the student who had messed up his life two months ago, even though he was still confused about it. Thinking to himself, Dongmin picked up his cell phone and typed a message and then leaned his head against the steering wheel, exhausted.

'I'm already in the parking lot'

“Or is it better to just sit and wait at the library?” Dongmin asked himself.

“But you came all the way.” The young man leaned back on the cushion and sighed again.

“Better go prepare to teach at the library.” The young man turned and grabbed the bag that was in the backseat. Then he threw the thing at his side.

“I'd rather go to a coffee shop.”

“But I already told you that I was in the parking lot.” The distraught person shook his head until he was confused. He didn't know if it was because the air in the car had decreased or something else that his head felt so hot when he thought of the boy's teasing sentence.

“I'm going crazy,” Dong Min repeatedly hits his head on the steering wheel.

“I didn't mean to come and cheer, no, no, no, just arrived too quickly, that's it, nothing.” Dongmin said to himself in the rearview mirror, as if hypnotizing himself into believing his own words.

“Yes, that's it.” Dongmin took a deep breath. Prepare But when he turned to open the car door, he saw a tall, thin boy standing smiling and showing off his braces not too far from the car.

“Come on down,” Sanha laughed.

“Since when did you…?” Dongmin said softly and slowly opened the door, careful not to hit anyone outside.

“Ever since you started swinging your bag around in the car,” Sanha smiled throughout the entire sentence, making his brother feel uncomfortable. The boy's current condition made the voices in his head swarm with each other.

‘Sweat is flowing.’ Dongmin looked at Sanha’s face. drenched in sweat Whole body general tissue The yellow and white tank top was too big for the boy, showing off his small, slightly muscular arms. The collarbone was clearly convex and the boy's long neck was clearly visible.

‘Damn, is a normal boy really this smooth?’ Dongmin thought and tried to look away.

“I said I was going to go out and buy some water, so I'll stop by and buy some for a friend.” Sanha grabbed his upper arm and pulled his brother along.

“Ah, okay.”

"Then I'll carry your bag for you." The messy one reached out and asked for the teacher's nice shoulder bag. But the other party shook his head and tightened the bridge cable in his hand.

"It's okay. I don't want it to get wet with your sweat. It stinks," the owner of the bag scrambled back and raised an eyebrow at him, hoping it was some normal teasing. will make him return to normal.

But it turned out to be Dong Min's mistake again.

“It doesn't smell bad at all. If you don't believe me, try smelling it.” Sanha held her puffy cheek closer to Dongmin.

“You don't have to smell it, it just stinks,” Dong Min replied and pushed San Ha's head away. Then he shook his hand and made an expression of extreme disgust. Dongmin tried to suppress his voice. and make your face look as normal as possible

“But your sweat probably doesn't stink, right?” Sanha didn't say anything. The boy reached out and stroked Dongmin's jet black hair. and arrange it normally

“You rubbed your head until it was messy,” the boy said, walking around to the front to get a better look at it.

“Why are you making that face?” A person who talks a lot It's like you don't know when you have to stop talking.

“What kind?” Dongmin walks away. Yes, it's normal. He plays with Sanha as usual. But right now, it was his brain that was starting to become abnormal.

"Heh, if you don't like it, you can just slap my hand away." As soon as he finished listening to the sentence, Dong Min's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to take issue with the boy who was starting to get too carried away with him.

"But I like it." The faster one was Sanha.

'I-lose-it,' Dongmin shouted in his head and sank down to a squat, hugging his knees on the ground. He buried his face tightly in his arms.

“Don't sit. I've been gone for such a long time and I'm sure I'll get played.” The person causing trouble made a noise.

“Because of who?” Dongmin said softly.

“This elephant, you have to feed me water.”

“It's really funny.” Dongmin lightly patted his cheek. Three times then got up and continued walking.

Dongmin's clear cheeks were flushed red, his lips pink, he inhaled air to slow down his heartbeat repeatedly, his eyes choosing to focus on the side of the road rather than the road in front of him. Causing the person to walk around until Sanha had to hold on to the other person's upper arm to walk nicely.

“What's wrong?” Sanha looked down.

“No, just tired.” Dongmin picked himself up and walked away from the villain.

When he came back from picking up Dong Min, San Ha moved all of his things to leave with Dong Min, as if forcing him to sit there and not go anywhere before running onto the field to continue playing with his teammates.

Even though Dongmin wasn't very good at sports, he had also watched Moonbin play basketball, so he could remember some things from what he had observed. Sanha seemed to play in a position.

power forward

Regularly on the left side Even though the game in front of him was very different from the game he had seen because the 10 high school students seemed to use their mouths more than their legs, they shouted and shouted, some booed, some laughed, or sometimes screamed, the energy seemed to be The abundance of children makes the game unreal. Fun, not play Many of the goals made him have to stand up and watch intently, especially during his rebounding moments.

pf

The troublemaker, the yellow shirt, Sanha's not-so-small-not-big character that he once thought might be a problem has been replaced by an abundance of power, precise passing skills, quickly passing the orange ball to his friend before he had time to catch his breath. Sanha then inserted himself to help strengthen the attacking team, passing the ball back and forth until the ball reached Minhyuk's hands.

The boy tried to make a long-range shot outside the skull box. But because the timing of the shot was disturbed by the other side, the results were not as expected. But the game was still not over, like the ball that still hadn't left the field. A tall boy ran straight in, jumped, his long fingers touched the ball and he finally caught it and stuffed it into the hoop.

The rhythm of the game is as fast as the spectator's breathing. Loud cries echoed throughout the stadium, both from the young spectators and from the players on the field. Even Dongmin himself had to applaud his child just now. Dongmin's eyes stared at Sanha who was smiling. and chased hand-to-hand with teammates before being able to avert their eyes The two of them met each other's eyes. Sanha smiled widely, showing off his braces and waving wildly at his older brother.

“I'm not here to cheer you on,” Dongmin said to himself and sat down, exhausted.

Then the hectic week of S University has arrived. All of the second year students in the Faculty of Arts are slowly transforming from humans into zombies, starting with a pair presentation that only gives them 1 week of working time for the Western Literature subject, followed by a solo report. The midterm portion of the early Korean culture course is supplemented with an oral examination of the third language course. And if that's not enough suffering Please meet Las Boss.

Take midterm lecture exams for central subjects and 4 semester subjects in 3 days.

“Dongmin, did you make it in time?” Moonbin asked his friend as soon as he finished putting things in his bag in front of the exam room.

“Almost in time.” Dongmin took off his glasses and put them in his shirt pocket.

“Oh, I want to go crazy,” another young man shouted.

“Am I the only one who didn't make the last step in time? Ah!” Moon Bin started to feel sorry for himself.

“You might be able to get the full amount in other respects.” Dongmin smiled encouragingly at his friend and gently patted his shoulder.

“I have another exam in two hours.” Dongmin checked the time. Then he raised his hand and gently massaged his eyes.

“Yes, mine is World History.” Moon Bin held up the exam schedule and looked at it.

“Korean history,” another person replied. The two of them separated and went to their own examination buildings. Dong Min finds a seat to wait for the exam. Arrange various things before entering the exam room and Check your phone every time.

'1 message'

'Fighting - Moon Bin'

“I'm exhausted.” Dongmin laughed with his phone and bent down to put it in his pocket, but his phone screen lit up again.

'New message'

'Concentrate on the exam. Fighting *wink wink* - Sanha'

Dongmin smiled as soon as he finished reading. The boy shook his head slightly before putting his phone in his pocket and starting to take out his summary notes and read them over again.

“Send it to.” Minhyuk leaned over and looked at the cell phone on his friend's study table.

“Uh..Probably.” Sanha sat with her eyes closed. After pressing send message to teacher

“What are you doing, acting like a little girl and secretly liking a senior?” Minhyuk teased, but when he looked at his friend his eyes widened.

“Sanha, you!” Minhyuk dragged a chair and sat nearby. before speaking the next sentence

“Seriously, you and Dong Min hyung. It's Dong Min."

“I don't know, but he's really cute. Before I agreed to come and cheer, I like basketball too,” Sanha said shyly and scratched his nose. before looking down at the ground

“Usually he keeps a calm face or smiles.. in a controlled manner. Get it,” Sanha said, still not looking up at his friend.

“But that day When I teased him just a little, he acted like he couldn't do anything right. Make a face like you're embarrassed."

“My ears sound like they're shutting down. It's a gate. I'm so confused. I can't think of anything. I can't think of anything. I just think it's super cute.”

“And it made me want to get closer and make him like that again. He wants to carry him and keep him at home,” Sanha said and acted flustered. But he still didn't dare look into his best friend's eyes. He knew that it was unusual for him to feel this way about a senior who had only been close for 3 months even though he had never felt this way about a woman before. It would be disgusting for him. Ordinary people because even his closest friends had not uttered a word after he had been silent for so long.

“It's disgusting, isn't it?” Sanha snorted. No matter how many friends he had, his only close friend was Minhyuk. He didn't want to lose them. But he couldn't keep all of these feelings or stories to himself for much longer either.

“Is that your position?” Minhyuk slapped his friend on the head so hard that his head nearly hit the table in front of him.

“Huh?”

"Whatever you like is like, love is love, so what? What are you thinking?" Minhyuk hugged his friend's neck and rocked his shoulder back and forth, bringing the mischievous smile back to Sanha's face again.

“It's good to be his older brother and he'll stop worrying a bit,” the little friend added.

“What are you worrying about?” Sanha started yelling again.

"It's a pity for a chicken like you to have a boyfriend. A woman who has a boyfriend is like having a child," the boy teased.

"I don't know if I'm laughing or not. Even if I'm just talking, I'm still hanging my neck." Then the two of them argued with loud noises like always. Laughing and hugging each other and smile at each other like always

The tall boy took a shower until he was comfortable, dressed in powder and ready for bed. But my heart was not very comfortable. Even though he talked about the whole matter with his close friend until he found out, the other person is the bigger problem. means he understands And be confident in your own feelings, what about the other party? And are the two of them really ready to walk down this path?

“My head hurts.” Sandha lay face down on the pillow and kicked her legs and the mattress back and forth.

'New message'

'Thank you very much'

“Is that intentional?” The boy smiled widely and immediately called back to the owner of the message.

'Uncle Dong Min'

“Do you miss me?” Sanha asked in a clear voice when the other person answered the phone.

“What is wrong with you?” the other asked confusedly.

“Ask me if you miss me,” the boy said again.

“Why do I have to think about a troublemaker like you?” Dongmin smiled slightly.

“Well, I miss you.” This time, there was no response from the other side. It made Sanha smile even wider.

“Have you finished the exam yet?”

“Oh, it's finished. Have you started reading yet?” The teacher made a stern, scolding voice. He could already guess the answer.

"Oh, you're asking like you don't know me." Sanha rolled over and grabbed a comic book he just borrowed from a friend in the room to play with.

“What if I give you the exam questions to take? I can't do it.” The threat was still too sweet for the other party, but the only result was a wider smile from Sanha.

“I'm afraid it'll be bad,” he teased.

“Huh, so on Saturday, is it okay for us to tutor at the library at your university?”

“Okay, so why do you have to go there?” Dongmin wrote a note on the calendar as usual.

“I want to go sit in the garden again. That restaurant, Blue Hawaii, is delicious. There are also a lot of snacks.”

“Have you ever thought about anything other than eating?” Dongmin said. Realizing that he had left the other side open to attacking him, he interrupted and said,

“Besides my own business.” Even though he said it himself. He and his face felt hot.

“I never thought about you,” the boy replied. It made the boy's thumping heart gradually become numb, like his lips that were slowly curling into a straight line.

“So, are you thinking about me?” the other person asked in a normal tone. Wrong with the hearts of the listeners

“Think about your midterm exams. And where are the final exams?” Dongmin replied quietly and reached out to pick up the water next to him and drank it to calm himself down.

“That's it.” Sanha closed her eyes and listened to the answer.

"Then I'll see you on Saturday, brother," Sanha said, cutting him off until his brother couldn't follow.

“See you then.” Dongmin still couldn't follow the story in time to reply.

“Sweet dreams, bro.”

“Yes, sir too.”

"Please don't let me dream of you," the boy said quietly. Until the normal small voice seems to have changed.

“Huh, what?”

“Don't dream about anyone but me,” the boy said again and hung up the phone, leaving the young man confused by the sentence that made no sense until Dongmin's head felt heavier than before. He slumped against the table, slamming his forehead against the table repeatedly.

“Why do I have to dream about you?” Dongmin asked back at the dead phone.

“So, how do I stop thinking about you like this?” Dongmin pressed his cheek against the table until he felt the coolness of the wood, confirming the heat on his own cheek very well. Just a few sentences of conversation in barely five minutes. But his head, which had always been cool and calm, had been completely messed up by a high school student.

Even though he used to be kind to his younger brother, he strangely liked the time he got to talk to this kid. Although he used to be a quiet person, today he seems to be going crazy. He controls his emotions. Or the expression on his face was barely there when the other party was a child. In this kind of situation, he knew exactly what it was. He had read hundreds of novels and re-read them ten times.

But I don't see anything ever telling him that this feeling could be this painful. His head was spinning according to another person's emotions. A heart that is like being in the hands of a baby that squeezes and relaxes. Even his breathing seemed to be getting harder and harder to control. And why isn't there any novel that tells him what he should do when the other person is a boy who isn't even 18!

“Read something good.” Dongmin began walking towards the bookcase in the final exit room of his unconscious brain and wit. is to read a good book

“Is there only the Pichaiyut Scriptures, Lee Dongmin?” The young man went through the list of books, but there wasn't anything that stood out to him.

“Sherlock Holmes?” Dongmin points to his favorite set of books.

“If someone is going to die, it's going to be me,” he said, walking over and sitting at the study table. Start browsing the internet to find other novels to read instead.

“Help me, I fell in love with my closest friend in a stupid thread,” the young man complained and scrolled down to find the novels section.

“Is it wrong if he is the one who bridges the bridge and we are the ones who will continue? Is it wrong?”

“I want to tell my girlfriend at home about our relationship but I don't know how to say it. (My boyfriend is a man) is very crazy.”

"Manage your feelings like an adult. Please suggest a way to stop falling in love with him. The problem is a vicious circle." He continued to complain but didn't have time to move his eyes over and saw the name of the user who replied most recently.

Sanhani wink’

“Wink..winkba winkbo.” Dongmin clicked in immediately. The story of the thread had almost no substance, only the descriptions and complaints of women towards men who work at the same place. And there's no way that the person who started the thread had the slightest intention of deciding on the topic title, not counting the content. All of the writing lacks any of the maturity shown in this thread.

“That's crazy.” Dongmin took off his glasses. Then he thought about the reason he clicked into the thread and scrolled down to find the root cause comment.

“I'm rooting for you, I secretly like the boss too, keke, shit.” Dongmin folded down his laptop screen. Moodily, he had always heard Moon Bin say that the most painful thing about being trapped by a buffalo was being the buffalo that trapped himself. He was beginning to understand it.

Until then, Dong Min still couldn't find the answer to his heart until Saturday when he had to face the problem himself.

“Thank you for coming to pick me up.” Sanha stepped out of the car. After bowing in greeting

“Ah, have you eaten yet?” the owner answered simply and asked back.

“Not yet. Mom and dad aren't home today. So I just woke up,” Sanha said and laughed loudly. The mischievous person had the ability to spell the radio button like he always did.

“Brother, let's go eat at the mall first,” Sanha invited.

"That's good. I only had coffee and haven't eaten yet." The owner of the car turned down the radio while the boy was busy changing the channels.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” The boy covered his mouth with a hand and smiled a little. He returned to his normal seat as soon as he found the desired music channel.

"Do you want to eat something? Have you thought about it yet?" The owner of the car changed the subject, saying that he didn't hold anything against him for the incident just now.

“Um, not yet. Do you want anything to eat?” the boy replied, rocking back and forth.

“As you please, I can eat whatever you want.” Dongmin raised his hand to cover his mouth. Cover your own smile to hide this child's crazy expression. No matter how many times I watch it, I always laugh.

“So, pizza is good?” Sanha began to dance harder as the new song became faster than before.

“Haha, eating pizza for breakfast. Don't jump on the bus, okay?” Dongmin laughed as he scolded the passengers on the bus.

“So, Japanese food like ramen?” Sanha offered.

“Alright.” Dongmin continued to smile at the kid's antics even after being told not to jump on the car. But the swaying of the shoulders and the facial expressions that are so in tune with the song cannot be diminished.

“Don't smile, come dance.” The boy poked the arm that was holding Dongmin's gear in an invitation.

“Dance now, you and I will definitely go dance at the hospital,” Dongmin replied with a smile. After a while, we parked at the traffic lights.

“Then it's now, ah 1, ah 2, ah 12, 3.” Sanha smiled widely and gave the signal to start dancing, causing Dongmin to shake his head as well.

“Haha, that's not funny at all,” Sanha sneered. Then take the hands that are placed on the gears and lift them up to dance together.

“Haha, just like that.” Dongmin laughed at his idiotic expression, but the small hand still held his.

“Today is too busy. Do you want to learn anything?” The older brother chided and raised the hand that had been captured and hit the boy next to him on the head.

“I don't know, haha,” Sanha laughed. Dong Min saw this and just shook his head and smiled and continued driving towards his destination.

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at the department store, but the overexcited boy just sat there panting. Tired in the driver's seat

“If you go any further, you might faint.” Dongmin turned and picked up his own shoulder bag and the student's bag and handed them to him.

“It's exciting,” Sanha replied.

“Huh? What are you excited about?” Dongmin asked.

“Look,” Santa took the hand that brought him the bag and placed it on his own chest.

“My heart will explode,” laughed Sanha. Until Dongmin had to raise his eyebrows suspiciously. His eyes stared at the small hand holding his own.

“You are so naive,” Sanha said softly. But it's not light enough for just the two of you in a parked car.

'Shit,' the voice in Dongmin's head shouted loudly. After finishing his insulting sentence, the boy released his holding hands. Then he grabbed the driver's toy instead and their lips quickly touched. But they didn't immediately pull away from each other as expected. The hand holding Dongmin back still held Sanha's full lips, slowly moving towards the other's, until Dongmin had to be the one pushing the boy straight. face away

“Do you understand me yet?” Sanha asked, a smile on his face but eyes filled with sadness clearly evident. The boy felt hurt that if the other person pushed him out, the feelings he was about to share would probably be pushed out as well.

“What is it with you?” Dongmin tried to control his emotions. and your own breathing to be normal

“I like you. I really do.” Sanha lowered her head.

“Yun Sanha! I think.. you might have misunderstood something. It's true that you and I are very close. Until you probably think that..."

“Don't talk like I can know my own feelings. If you don't like me. Can you just say that you don't like it? Because I know, I know how I feel,” shouted Sandha.

“I, I've been thinking about it all along. I keep asking myself. Am I a psychopath or a pervert? I know my feelings are disgusting. No matter how despicable it is, I won't run away again. I, I can't run away anywhere.” How sensitive is the other person?

“What do you like..dislike..what about you? You're only 17. You're still young. You don't understand these things. It's just an emotion. Hormones are just a thing in the past and they will pass,” Dongmin calmly instructed his younger sibling, trying to control his voice. And repeat every word to yourself as well.

“17 and you can't like anyone? 17 and you don't know what's so strange about your heart racing to the point of going crazy thinking only about you? Just tell me. If you don't like it, just tell me. Don't pity me, don't doubt me." The boy's voice shook as his hands clenched tightly.

The only response was the deep sigh of San Ha's tormented brother. His heart was no less tormented. He kept asking himself and thinking of all the books he had read about what he should do, but as soon as he saw the pain of the person in front of him, he knew that he was willing to suffer along with this child. And I'm ready to get hurt even more. I just want this child to be happy like every day.

“A kid like you is..” Dongmin pulls his small shoulder into a tight embrace. Until San's bowed face was pressed against Dongmin's chest. Dongmin's full lips were close to Sanha's small ears.

The car was so quiet that Sanha could clearly hear the noise coming from the chest of the person in front of him. The gentle touch of Dongmin's breath on the nape of his neck made his insides feel pain from the feelings he just shared. There were so many thoughts that had been going through his head these past two days that at least today it would all be over and at least he would know what to do next.

“I have fallen in love with you, Yun Sanha,” Dongmin said, letting out a breath with a smile. The boy in his arms was shaking. He didn't realize that his shirt was wet with tears when he heard sobbing.

“You, what is this?” Dongmin was startled and hurriedly hugged the boy in front of him tighter, hoping that the warmth from his own body would transfer some of his strength to the other party.

"I'm so excited. I really like you." Sanha was still crying, his small arm raised to wipe away his own tears roughly. Until the older brother couldn't help but laugh.

“Oh, I heard it.”

“Really, you really like me, right?” Sanha still sobbed. The boy tried to raise his head to stop the tears that kept flowing.

“No.” Dongmin took out a tissue from the storage compartment. He gently wiped the boy's face and eyes.

“I think.. I should really like you.” Dongmin smiled back at the boy with puffy eyes. A full mouth that was slightly bruised because its owner kept biting it to stop himself from sobbing. A cheek that was red all the way to his small ear because of so many emotions that he couldn't control. or unable to hold back

“Don't tease me,” Sanha pursed her lips tightly. Small shoulders still won't stop shaking.

“Well, you like to be annoying.” Dongmin uses his hand to hold his small chin and shake it, bringing back his mischievous smile. The boy smiled and showed off his braces as usual. Let the owner of the smile laugh and laugh as usual with red eyes filled with tears.

“Stop crying, my heart is about to break.” His older brother wiped away his tears and smiled.

“Ha, if you kiss me one more time you might stop crying.” The little wolf couldn't hide his claws even though he was wrapped in a lamb's skin. But Dongmin himself wasn't a chick in the hands of this young wolf. too

Dongmin gently supported his small face, his slender thumb gently stroking across his chin to his full, swollen lower lip. Moving to the hot cheek, fresh lips kissed the hot eyelid softly. Then he kissed the little red nose. Moving on to his smooth cheeks, warm with emotion, his mouth took shape and he teased his small ear. The simple words that had hurt him and the boy in his arms for so long were spoken again. Dongmin spoke them slowly.

It was as if he intended it to penetrate deep into the heart of the person in front of him. The words "I love you" were slowly released along with Dongmin's soft kiss. Dongmin's eyes stared deeply into the other's eyes before slowly leaning in. His mouth gently touched the small one, teasingly and asking permission. before delving into the boy's many feelings inside

The sweet water they touched made it difficult to break the kiss because of the tears that fell onto Dongmin's cheeks. So he had to slowly withdraw his touch and kiss it again. Once again, more invasive. sweeter And the boy's sobs turned into sweet sounds that passed through his throat as his reward when he finally saw that the boy in front of him was beginning to breathe heavily.

Dong Min finally broke the kiss and kissed that bruised mouth again with regret. Grandma smiled at the corner of his mouth like a winner and asked.

“Would you like to cry some more?” his older brother teased, causing his little face to turn red all the way to his ears.

"Ah, don't be kidding me," the boy huffed and covered his eyes.

“Your voice is so sweet.” His brother still couldn't stop teasing him. until the boy looked at the hammer

“Then you have to kiss more often,” as people once said. Children often like to tease. Likes to find trouble without realizing how hot he is dealing with fire.

Fin

Are you together yet? /sniffs oxygen tank

Whoever shouted that Dongmin Prison is angry! 55555

This time in the car, is it better to lock up next time?

Bye

If you like or don't like it, you can talk. *wink*