Hello! Big thanks to my friend Min-chan who bought me a coffee when I finished work tonight and thus gave me more energy to write ~~ You da !

And now, back to the story~

I do not own MM!

I smiled to myself as I followed Yoosung down the street, watching as he hummed happily to himself. He had just finished telling me all about the date he had taken his crush on a couple days ago. I let out a small breath, closing my eyes for a moment. I tried to do what any good friend would do, in spite of my previous reactions- of which he still didn't understand- and support him, be happy for him. For his sake, I had to ignore the jealousy and frustration in the pits of my heart, and push them aside.

I looked back at him, his blonde hair tussling in the breeze. A smile crept up onto my face despite myself- this was enough. Having him here, was enough.

"So," He turned to me as I spoke, "Where are we going?"

"The video game store! There's a new one I want to check out, Saeyoung actually recommended it to me, maybe we could play it toge-" He froze as he looked at the other side of the street, his face falling, "-ther."

I raised an eyebrow, following his shocked gaze, and came up on a girl, holding hands with a guy, giggling at something he had seemingly said. I looked at Yoosung's face, and back at the couple, and realization hit me.

"Wait, no- that's not..?"

I didn't need to continue when I saw tears swelling in Yoosung's eyes as he turned on his heel, bolting the opposite direction. I cursed under my breath, glaring back at the couple for a moment before chasing after him. He was running blindly, pushing past people, and I muttered quiet apologies as I followed his footsteps. Eventually he finally came to a stop, falling to his knees in an alleyway. I came up behind him, panting hard, sweat dripping down my forehead as I stared down at him, his head in his hands, quietly sobbing to himself.

I knelt down next to him, pushing him up by the shoulders so I could wrap my arms around his waist, and he automatically latched onto me, crying into my sweater.

"Yoosung, take deep breaths, okay? She isn't worth it if she went with someone else after going on a date with you," He hiccuped into my shoulder and I rubbed his back, trying to soothe him, "Hey, Why don't we hang out tonight? We could get those coolers you like and watch movies."

He sniffled into my shoulder, nodding weakly. I stepped back, taking his hand to help him up, wiping his face with my sleeve. We turned to leave, and I felt him gently hang on to the sleeve of my sweater. I allowed him to do so, knowing that some kind of physical contact was good for him right now. I frowned as I thought about that girl, and the fact that she had broken the heart of someone as incredible as Yoosung, and felt anger dwelling inside me again- I lifted my arm around his shoulder, pressing him into my side, unable to control the flash of possessiveness I was feeling, and he leaned into me ever so slightly.

I squeezed his shoulder gently as he sniffled, and I let out a low breath.

"Just.. Forget about her."

Please.

I watched as Yoosung downed his fifth drink, momentarily wondering to myself if I had chosen the right thing to take his mind off of everything. I had heard he was a lightweight, and could get extremely drunk even from one drink, god knows let alone five.

He slammed the can on his desk, letting out a breath before leaning onto his arms.

"Sa-Saeran," His violet eyes stared up at me lazily, his voice slurred from the liquor, "Why... Why am I not good enough to date?"

I frowned, setting my drink down.

"You are."

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair- he had taken the clip out of it, his bangs falling messily into his eyes.

"No, I- *hiccup*- I can't be, because, nobody wants to date me, and.. And the one person who did, went and dated somebody else!" He laughed as he finished his sentence, shaking his head. "Yep, went right off and dated somebody else~"

I blinked slowly as he took another sip, now on his sixth drink. His adams apple bobbed up and down every time he swallowed, and I had to fight myself to stop staring at it.

"...I'm sure someone would date you."

"Well I really wish I could find them. Tha'd be nice." He sighed, leaning onto his hands as he stared at the LOLOL poster on his wall. I sighed internally, shaking my head- If only you knew.

I jumped a bit as Yoosung hugged me suddenly, his arms wrapping around my waist, his head pressed into my stomach. He tilted his head up, gazing up at me through his lashes, and I swallowed hard, feeling warmth prickling all over my body.

"Saeran, you have really pretty eyes, you know that?"

I blinked slowly, not sure how to respond to that. He scooted closer, his face now inches away from mine, and my breathing quickened, looking anywhere but at his eyes.

"Why... Why are they different than Saeyoung's? Aren't you guys Ida.. Id... Identical?"

I nodded slowly, clearing my throat, trying to lean back and away from him, but he only seemed to come closer every time.

"I... There was an accident."

He leaned up against my ear, his breath trickling down along it, and I felt my body shiver at the sensation.

"It was a beautiful accident." His voice was low, a tone I had never heard him speak in before. I had to stop this now- he had no idea what he was doing. I put my hands on his chest, pushing him away a bit.

"Y-You're too close."

He blinked slowly, a small smile on his lips as he stared at me.

"What if I want to be close?"

My heart was pounding in my chest, completely torn between desperately wanting him near me, and wanting him far, far away. I shook my head, reaffirming my resolve, pushing him back further.

"No, Yoosung, you've had too much to drink. Back off. No making decisions about anything when intoxicated. New rule."

He whined, pouting as he moved back to his original position, and I sighed as I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my chest, though my face and neck still felt extremely hot. I stood up, muttering that I was thirsty, leaving for the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water, drinking it slowly, allowing the cool liquid to help me calm down.

I put the glass in the sink, before pouring another one, bringing it to Yoosung in his room. I handed it to him, slightly amused as he stared at it like it was a foreign object.

"Drink this so you don't hate yourself as much when you wake up."

He took the glass from me, obediently swallowing it all down. I moved all the papers he had studied the night before from his bed, placing them on the desk before sliding my hands under Yoosung's armpits, helping him up and walking him to the bed. He crawled into it, slumping onto the pillows, and I sighed, pulling the blanket and duvet over him. I turned to grab another blanket so I could sleep on the floor, but was stopped as he grabbed my wrist. I looked back at him, and his cheeks were flushed brightly, his hair falling into his eyes.

"Sleep with me."

I ripped my arm away, my cheeks bright red. I didn't respond, turning off the light and grabbing the blanket, leaning against the door, as far away from Yoosung as I could possibly be. I waited a few minutes until I heard the tell-tale sound of Yoosung's soft snores to lay the blanket out, curling up in it. I sighed shakily, beating myself up internally for the sheer fact that part of me desperately wanted to take advantage of Yoosung, in this moment where he seemed to want me, but still thankful that logic and reason won tonight.

I closed my eyes, nuzzling my face into my arms.

I didn't want him to want me unless it was real. I know it wouldn't make me happy.

That's it for chapter 15! Imagine this is like a timeskip a week after they made up from their fight, and in that time Yoosung went on the date, but y'know... Poor Yoosung. :c

Hope you enjoyed!

~Pixil-8