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Yoseob

Yoseob sighed. It was Doojoon's birthday. Doojoon. Perfect Doojoon, wonderful Doojoon. Yoseob didn't mean to sound bitter, but Doojoon was perfect. He was Yoon freaking Doojoon. He had everything, and he was the complete package. His thick, shiny black hair that was always styled perfectly— even on a game day. He had sharp cheekbones that made girls swoon and boys jealous—Yoseob wished that he himself didn't have such chubby cheeks in comparison. Doojoon had an athletic, lean, slim body, with just the perfect amount of muscle to make him look strong and tough, but not stringy or too big, or weak and girly like Yoseob. So, basically he was hot, like really hot.

And then there were the credentials. His hand writing was beyond perfect, neater than any girl's, or anyone's handwriting, for that matter, that Yoseob had ever seen. He looked down at his own childish scrawl and huffed in annoyance. Doojoon was the captain of the soccer team—the only team that Yoseob had tried out for at least five times and had miserably failed to get into, even as a second string player. Doojoon had straight A's ever since Yoseob could remember—his mom had no trouble reminding him of that every time report cards came home. So basically, Doojoon was a perfect model student, unlike Yoseob, and adults, including Yoseob's mom, loved him for it.

Yoseob felt like he should probably hate Doojoon. I mean, he was everything everyone wanted and Yoseob was just . . . Yoseob. Yoseob had always been the kid that always sat in the back and got ignored because no one knew what to do with him because he was just so . . . hopeless. And as that student, he should hate Doojoon because Doojoon was the opposite of that and made him look worse in comparison. Doojoon was, well . . . he was just Doojoon. He was perfect.

But he couldn't hate Doojoon. He just couldn't, because as perfect and amazing and spiteful Doojoon was, and as much as all that should make him an enemy. He was just such a nice guy.

Doojoon was probably the only person who hung out with Yoseob, even though his friends didn't get it—hell, he himself didn't get it, Yoseob was the epitome of uncool. And Doojoon, obviously, was the epitome of super cool. But because he was Yoon Doojoon, he hung out with Yang Yoseob and dragged his friends over so that maybe someone would hang out with Yoseob when he was away. Obviously, they didn't. But he genuinely tried, and that was a lot more than anyone else would do for Yoseob.

Even though Yoseob was clearly built for nothing more than playing Starcraft and possibly dancing (and not very well) to girl group songs in his spare time, Doojoon encouraged him to try out for the soccer team over and over. He even offered to talk to the coach about putting him in as a backup second string player or something, but they both concluded that it would be unfair. Besides, Yoseob didn't have any soccer skills at all; he couldn't even run to save his life.

Doojoon was the kind of guy that let Yoseob copy his homework at the last minute because he knew Yoseob's parents were crazy about that stuff. He was the kind of guy that told people to back off when they started shoving Yoseob a little too hard and making jokes that were a little too mean and making him a little too uncomfortable.

So yeah, Doojoon was pretty much a great guy. Or to Yoseob, he was pretty much the best guy ever.

Except, you know, Yoseob kind of wouldn't hate him even if he wasn't all those things, even if he didn't have everything, even if he had no clue who Yoseob was, even he was mean to Yoseob, or even if he didn't even know who Yoseob was, because well, he kind of loved Yoon Doojoon, loved him in that way . . . not that Doojoon would ever notice, anyway.

He wrinkled his nose and huffed again, feeling sorry for himself. Maybe one day, when he hit puberty properly (he wasn't sure the first time counted in his case, it had barely made a difference) and he was tall and hot and muscular and rich and talented and confident, maybe then, he would go up to Doojoon, all confidently and sexy and he would tell Doojoon he wanted to kiss him and be with him and they would make out and it would be perfect and hot—but, of course, that would never happen, except in his dreams.

It wasn't just because Doojoon wasn't gay, that was the least of the problems. Doojoon being straight was practically an itty bitty pebble compared to everything else, because even if Doojoon was gay, even if Doojoon liked guys, even if he liked the kind with no sex appeal and everything that Yoseob was, well, there was still no way he would like Yoseob, because Yoon Doojoon was too nice to Yoseob. Nice, like how a big brother would treat his baby brother. He was nice and great and that was awesome because that was the kind of person he was, but he would never ever date Yoseob because Yoseob was kind of, sort of, totally below him. Looks, personality, intelligence, economically, even height— Doojoon was out of Yoseob's league in practically every way there was. He wouldn't blame Doojoon if he could read his mind and Yoseob was only at the level of a little kid that Doojoon felt obligated to take care of and include because of the angel that he was.

"Seob, your face looks like you've been sucking on lemons or something, cheer up, it's my birthday!" Doojoon grinned at him.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to, like, parties and all this stuff, you know," he smiled his usual, stupid, ugly smile that probably made Doojoon think he looked like a monkey.

"I bet you secretly go to raves and parties without telling anyone right? You're actually a total party animal," Doojoon joked, smiling his beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and his teeth shining gorgeously, and Yoseob kind of wished he didn't look like a pug so he could reach out and touch Doojoon's face and—oh, but he did look like a pug. So, yeah.

"Definitely. Anyway, this is, um, your present, it kind of sucks, um, like a lot, so like, sorry, I guess," Yoseob laughed nervously.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing too bad," Doojoon flashed another of those smiles and chuckled, tearing into the little package. Inside was a cute wallet, in a nice baby blue colour with little pink and white rabbits and a customized message for him. Happy birthday, Doojoon! Hope you have a great day, you mean so much to me, you're my best friend! ^.^ Seeing it in Doojoon's hand now, Yoseob wondered why the hell he'd bought something so cutesy and stupid for someone as gorgeous and hot as Doojoon. It just didn't . . . look right with him.

Doojoon

Doojoon smiled at Yoseob, who was smiling nervously as he stammered excuses and handed him a small wrapped present. "This is, um, your present, it kind of sucks, um, like a lot, so like . . . sorry, I guess," Yoseob stammered and blushed red, making Doojoon cringe inside at the overload of cuteness. Yoseob was just so adorable. He wondered what Yoseob had gotten him, and he unwrapped the gift to see a . . . cute wallet? It was cute baby blue wallet, with little pink and white bunnies jumping around that reminded him of Yoseob, and inside was a message written on a matching sticky note. Happy birthday, Doojoon! Hope you have a great day, you mean so much to me, you're my best friend! ^.^ Yoseob was honestly so adorable, the wallet would've looked better with him using it rather than Doojoon, but now that it was in his hands, he was never going to let that wallet go, ever. Then the words "you're my best friend" on the note sank in, and he smiled sadly. Am I only just a friend to him? I guess so, we are both guys after all. "Thanks, Seob," he said half-heartedly, tucking the wallet in his back pocket, with that thought in his mind.

Yoseob

"Thanks, Seob," Doojoon muttered, quickly shoving the wallet in his back pocket. He didn't look that happy, which meant Yoseob was flustered and worried and cursing himself for buying such a stupid gift for Doojoon. Was he embarrassed to be seen with that cutesy wallet in public? Was he embarrassed to be seen with Yoseob at his party? Why did he pick out something that he had liked, obviously Doojoon wouldn't have the same tastes as him.

"It's like—it's just that—I thought—you said you needed a new wallet and like— yeah… I saw it at the store and I just . . . it's the best I could find . . . I liked it but we're different so . . . sorry it's so stupid." Even to himself, he sounded childish and stupid and he hung his head.

"No, no, it's great! I think this is my favourite present, literally everyone else has just given me money or gift cards and a birthday note, this is perfect, Yoseob, thank you. It's really cute, and thanks for remembering, I can always depend on you." It's really cute. He said that to Yoseob as if he was talking to a little sister. Doojoon grinned yet again and Yoseob wondered if his cheeks ever hurt from smiling so much. Of course, they probably didn't, he was Doojoon after all . . .

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