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Kim Sunoo is nothing like Park Sunghoon.
Park Sunghoon – eighteen, smells like cigarettes and cheap cologne, a year above Sunoo. Yeah, he's nothing like Kim Sunoo.
Sunoo is reckless. Sunghoon is not. Sunoo likes mint chocolate chip ice cream and late night car drives. Sunghoon likes coffee ice cream and going to sleep early.
A pair that doesn't fit together.
"Quit staring", Sunghoon's voice breaks through Sunoo's eardrums. The older is sitting opposite Sunoo on the kitchen table.
There's two cups of coffee, one for Sunghoon and one for Sunoo. The evening sun bleeds through the curtains and illuminates a golden glow in the room. It's summer and there's only a month left of school.
Sunoo doesn't stare – or atleast doesn't mean to. He's just too caught up wondering how he and Sunghoon even managed to become friends in the beginning.
"Why are we friends?"
Sunghoon raises his brows, face flashing with confusion for two seconds. It's vague, but Sunoo catches it. "Why are you asking that out of nowhere?"
"I don't know, I just wondered", Sunoo rests his chin on the palm of his left hand.
"We've been friends for, what, ten years?" Sunghoon chuckles. Sunoo corrects him that they have been friends for eleven years, actually. Sunghoon's chuckle grows into laughter.
It's true. They have been an inseparable mix match pair for the past eleven years. They met through their mothers – Sunoo was six, Sunghoon seven. Sunoo's family had moved down the street from Sunghoon and somehow their mothers became best friends – and so did Sunoo and Sunghoon.
They have gone through everything together. Sunoo broke his arm when he was eight – Sunghoon was there. Sunghoon won his first ice skating cup when he was eleven – Sunoo was there. Sunoo was there when Sunghoon smoked his first cigarette. Sunghoon was there when Sunoo's father died.
Wherever the other is, so is the the other one too.
"Dude, what got you thinking so hard?" Sunghoon frowns and leans over the kitchen table to rub the crease between Sunoo's eyebrows away.
"Us", Sunoo answers. Simple. Sunghoon likes simple.
"Us? What about us?" Sunghoon leans back. "Are you breaking up with me? Is that what the earlier was about?" Sunghoon acts hurt, hand over heart.
Sunoo's pout breaks into a grin. "I could never break up with you! Not even if I wanted to", he rolls his eyes. "We did that blood oath when we were nine, remember?"
They aren't actually together, no. It's a joke that their other friends came up with because Sunoo and Sunghoon are always together wherever they go.
Sunghoon laughs. It's a low laugh, the type that Sunoo likes the most. The older has many laughs – Sunoo has written them all down. Sunghoon doesn't know that, of course.
"I remember", Sunghoon recalls. "You were scared to cut your thumb."
Sunoo gasps. "Was not!"
"Yeah you were", Sunghoon challenges while laughing – a type number three laugh, the one with a teasing undertone. And then you cut yourself too deep and I had to give you a piggyback ride back to my house and save you from bleeding to death."
Sunoo remembers that. The way that Sunghoon had held his hand under the cold water, fingers firmly wrapped around Sunoo's wrist. The way the older had clumsily wrapped a too big gauze around Sunoo's thumb because he didn't find a smaller one.
"You were such a baby", Sunghoon rolls his eyes playfully and slumps on his chair. "You still are."
"Hey!" Sunoo shoots back, but doesn't argue any further. The coffee in front of him has gone cold. Sunoo forgot to drink his, Sunghoon didn't. It's always like that.
They sit in silence. Sunghoon's house is empty of people, excluding them, of course. Sunghoon scrolls through his phone and Sunoo watches him. He watches every detail on the taller's face. The two moles; one on the inner corner of his eye and one under his left eye. They're Sunoo's favorite ones.
When Sunghoon can't sleep, Sunoo taps the moles sequentially, lulling the older to sleep. And when Sunoo can't sleep, Sunghoon runs his long fingers through his platinum blonde hair until Sunoo's breathing evens out.
They are an uneven pair yet they fit together perfectly like puzzle piezes.
Park Sunghoon; a collected boy that's on top of all of his classes, a talented figure skater, smokes cigarettes in secret, has black hair and drives a camry.
Enter Kim Sunoo; a boy that's a living thunderstorm. Sunoo failed his second math course, pierced his own cartilage when he was fifteen, bleaches his hair, smells like cinnamon rolls and sometimes forgets to brush his teeth in the morning.
Together they are an equation that doesn't have a solution but they make it work, because they are Park Sunghoon and Kim Sunoo.