Venus's feelings for the stars from the ceiling

Every time Felix came to Hyunjin's house, he automatically found himself in a parallel universe where everything is ruled by an old uncle shaman, wrapped in a tapestry with fly agarics, waving an ivory cane and loudly declaring: "you will not become unhappy, I will be like a breath of wind for withered trees, I will help you to blossom and come to life again." The room is small, but so cozy that the stars on the ceiling were something ordinary and painfully familiar. They crumbled, tangled in the light, slightly curly, hair of Lix, when he reached out to them with his hands and lightly touched them with the pads of his fingers. He received stardust from them and a languid cough due to allergies, which he really loved so much. Because she was only like these little pieces of shiny cardboard that hung on strings over Hyunjin's head every minute of his life. A tapestry with an eye-catching moon decorated the headboard of the bed, giving it liveliness. Always watching from the sidelines and pushing for action when required. An even row of beefeater bottles of pale pink paint, which stood guard over the owner's rest, spoiling his once soft mop of hair. «But the color is pretty and the eyes reflect lighter than the blond ones,» — Hwang said, enjoying the color for two long years. On the shelves there are volumes of magic books of ordinary mortals and obviously interesting stories that reflected reality better than it showed itself to ordinary people. I was dizzy from the abundance of colorful posters, posters, warm polaroids and familiar photo cards. They shimmered in the light of hundreds of nightlights, lamps, colorful garlands and dim lanterns. Hyunjin did not like the darkness, he was afraid to dissolve and get lost in it. Felix was swimming in the soft swimming air that was exclusively in this room. In the four walls of comfort and coziness, to the worn holes in the heart and the bloody nose stuffed with cotton. I wanted to die in this room or be filled and live forever. To be a Tibetan monk with a monastery in the form of a teenage room and prayers to retrograde Venus, not Buddha. The boy often visited this space of wonders. His best friend's room is his second home, a refuge from monsters and monsters that live under the bed and behind the doors of dark high cabinets. They had been friends for a long time. Ever since the days when betrayal was a complicated word with an incomprehensible meaning, and love was the lot of adults. So long ago that they themselves do not remember. Their mothers were very sensitive to the strong emotional connection of their children, which appeared from an unconscious age, so they never forbade the boys to see or walk. If Hwang went to the cinema, then Lee was definitely with him, even if the session was at night and in a completely different city. They could be anywhere, as long as they were together and without adventures. But there was safety as long as the guys were no further than a kilometer from each other. Otherwise, chaos would occur, as if by a stupid conspiracy or curse. Typhoon, tornado, downpour with lightning — anything, as long as one of them is far away. Maybe that's why Hyunjin believed in astrology, horoscopes, magic and conspiracies. Unlike Felix, who called it all nonsense, unworthy of attention. But only in my thoughts, never in my eyes. I could not bear the mental anguish because of the infringement of the interests of a loved one. Yes, as it happens in cliched melodramas and snotty novels, Lix is hopelessly in love with his best friend. He knew him very intimately, but never talked to him about love and relationships. Not taboo, but an undesirable topic. And for Lee, who was terrified of revealing his lofty feelings. «What if it's not mutual and strange?» — he always thought, looking at other people's constellations from the ceiling. And Hyunjin was watching the galaxy on his friend's cheeks. It was constantly striking as one of the best details of a person. A specific person, with slightly curly hair from moisture. He stared at them until his eyes were cut in the agony of gaze. The boy could not tear himself away and earned himself a desolate look, which made his eyes sad in a moment. Felix always asked: — What's wrong with you? — Yes, I was sitting at my laptop for a long time in the evening, — the astrologer replied. — I told you to go to bed earlier. At such moments, Lee always folded his hands in a lock and buried his warm, plump lips in them. Then Hwang finally lost touch with reality — unnoticed by the interlocutor, because he was still maintaining a dialogue — staring at someone else's thoughtful expression. Something ached in the area of the lattice of ribs. Unbearably pricked, begged to get out, languished from the desire to show up. But it went out as soon as he heard: — He pushed me again yesterday. Hyunjin knew perfectly well who would be discussed next. — Yeonjun does something every day, — Felix complained. — Then pushes, then puts notes in the locker. I recently made fun of my classmates, and ours.. — I remember. — Do you think he likes me? A person can't just bully another person, but put notes of a love nature. Jinny only heard the first part of junior's utterance. The question that interested him as well, but the fact that he was also interested in Lix was depressing. Involuntarily, thoughts crept in about their mutual sympathy with the bully Yeonjun. Because of such conversations, Hyunjin's delicate mental organization suffered, and sometimes even the room. Some posters or photographs on the cork board above the table changed from gentle to sadder. Pleasant to the eye, light oil drawings of flowers turned into dark streets with lonely lanterns. Felix noticed a change in the situation, but he did not understand the reasons for so many years. I didn't see the obvious closely, as it usually happens. It happens to everyone, we are all people. — Do you want me to tell you your feelings with him? — Jinny prayed to his beloved Venus, if only he would refuse. — Why not? «Because I don't want to,» — the boy thought, but he only said out loud: — Okay, have you seen my cards? Evening. So inky that if it weren't for hundreds of light sources, you wouldn't even be able to see the outlines of the window and door. Felix kneads a soft mattress with an anime blanket, wrapping himself in a huge down cloud of blankets and hugging a warm pillow, where Hyunjin will then lie. And now she smells of him and reminds them that they are still real, being in their own separate world of magic. The cards ended up in one of the drawers of an old nightstand that was all covered with different stickers. Most of all children's: kittens, dogs, stars and emoticons. I've been gluing it up for a long time, so much so that some have even been erased. All sorts of forbidding signs, phases of the Moon and phrases in English are pasted on top of these. The palm-sized pack of cards in Hyunjin's hands looked as organic as possible, as if he was born with it. Lix, looking at the deck, thought that it was bigger than his brush. I wanted to touch it, but I can't, because they are saturated with Hwang's energy and they simply won't digest another one. «Fastidious cardboard boxes,» — Lee thought, squinting at the thin, neat fingers of his best friend. — «I understand you, I would not change such hands either.» — My magic one, you.. Hyunjin hesitated, didn't know how to say politely. — Which alignment do you choose? Amorous, friendly? — Ah.. — Lix drawled in response, thoughtfully looking at the cocoon inside which his friend was. They both looked like caterpillars. — Let's have a love one. Not too confident, but the boy wasn't careful either. Watching the master's precise movements, he smiled easily, feeling the moon from the tapestry poking at his back with his eyes. I think I warned about the choice, but it was already too late. The stop was not tense, only an imperceptible drop of jealousy hovered between the neat cards that circled a little in the air, and then fell on a soft mattress. — Hmm, — a pink—haired guy with a drawing of the constellation Cassiopeia on his cheek mumbled. — I think I see everything. — What's there? Hwang didn't know if the circumstances were like that, the cards were laid or fate was mocking him, but the alignment was not rosy. Only for an astrologer, of course. — He has some high feelings for you that he can't ignore, — the guy poked one of the cards a little sharply. — See? These are your feelings. — What does this card mean? — Also high feelings. Not necessarily to the Yeonjun, but since we are doing the alignment on him.. Felix tightened his grip on the pillow in his arms, inhaling the smell of fresh pale pink paint from the tube and floral shampoo, which he likes so much. The boy rubbed his nose against her and squeezed a little harder in the blanket. — So, what else? The astrologer looked at several more cards that had just appeared on the mattress. His face took on a discontented look: his eyebrows frowned, his fluffy bangs fell over his eyes, and his lips involuntarily pursed up to pain. — Everything, I can't say anything more, — Jinny began to collect the cards in a box with chaotic movements. — It's time to sleep in general, the active phase of the overnight stay has been delayed. After his quick monologue, he slid to the floor and lay down on the second mattress, which was always laid when Lee came. And Felix himself sat in perplexity, examining the back of his "sleeping" friend and his shock of hair. They were ridiculously magnetic to the pillow and fluffed, which made them look like the fur of a kitten. The boy wanted to touch them so much. The temptation is huge and attractive, so much so that he left his hiding place and quietly sank to the floor in his pajamas. It was cold downstairs, the boards were not warmed up with anything but light bulbs. Lix's hand slid into the pleasant soft hair of his best friend. They are really wonderful, like cotton candy in the park. As funny and fluffy as it seemed from the outside. He patted them a little, and then began to stroke them so that they would not prick Hyunjin's neck. — Good dreams, Jinny, — the boy said. — Kind ones, — the offended astrologer replied, which was no longer offended. He was bribed with simple signs of attention, from which his soul became so warm that it was possible to turn into a phoenix.

***

— You didn't get enough sleep, I can see that, — Lix was getting annoyed. — No, it's all right. They were silent. — You mumbled so funny in your sleep last night, — Hyunjin recalled and grinned. — What did I say? — Something about Yeonjun. Felix remembered perfectly well what he had dreamed. It wasn't Yeonjun, it was Hyunjin, who was lying on his lap and smiling brightly. He told me about the stars and constellations. Summer, late evening, but not yet so much that they started looking for them. The wind is so warm that it seemed like it was noon, but without the sun. Although Choi was there too, but he was in the way. As soon as Hwang reached out to lightly kiss Lee on the cheek, a bully immediately loomed in the distance and Jinny immediately turned away, as if offended. — Oh, yeah, huh, — Lix grinned at the stupidity of his own dream. — Yeonjun was there. — It's nice to hear, — Yeonjun and Huening Kai were standing next to two guys, blocking the way. The first one came up to Felix and put his arm around his waist. — Good morning. Hwang's face visibly changed. He frowned, cringed, as if he was preparing to attack or strike at the enemy, which takes away something important from him. Lix tried to free himself from Choi's tenacious grip, but it turned out badly. — You're funny,— Hueka said. — Pink-haired weirdo astrologer. — What's the matter with you, Jinny? — Yeon asked. — If you're so worried about your best friend, then don't be afraid, he's in good hands. — And if you're jealous, — Huening Kai interrupted. — Don't worry, you'll find yourself some other such weirdo. — And he's right, the clown is different from the clown, no offense, — the bully chuckled slightly. — Don't be jealous just. Felix clenched his fists, so hard and sharply that he seemed to have pierced his palm with his nails. He wanted to smash Yeonjun's face into a horrible mess on the high school floor. Decoration for newly arrived high school students and a nice addition for the seasoned. — The closet is also different from the closet, — Hyunjin quipped. — If you're hinting at me, it's a miss, — Choi chuckled. — Do you even see what kind of guy I'm standing with? He threw his other arm around the waist of Lix, who is just a little bit more and is ready to explode. Yeon pressed him against the wall and looked at him with his most tender gaze of all possible, but this did not save him at all from the withering gaze of the pressed one. Mentally, the bully no longer existed in the world. Ginny, too. He silently squeezed the straps of his backpack, turned on his heel and walked out of the corridor into the classroom with quick steps. Right now, he didn't give a damn what Yeonjun and Kai thought. Inside, it only tingled with the realization that he had left Felix. But he did not show any visible resistance when he was pressed against the wall and examined like an expensive steak. And Lee was perfectly happy with everything, as it seemed to Hwang's inflamed brain. He saw nonexistent feelings and destroyed his own in exchange for someone else's peace of mind. That's why he left. I was afraid not to restrain myself and break the nose of the bully that touched Lix the way only Jinny wanted, as only Ginny was allowed to do before. The guys were fooling around, leaning on each other with all their weight, knocking them to the floor, hugging and not pulling away from each other almost always. Until Choi appeared in their lives, who coveted the sacred treasure of the ancient Maya. Now, as Hwang imagined, it was all his. All the privileges, every part of the body and skin cell belonged to another. But only Hyunjin knew all the sore spots of Lix. Only he remembered his favorite color, taste and smell. No one else thought about what his dreams and goals are, who he wants to become and what he lives for. Yeonjun doesn't need to. And Jinny knows. Stores this information as something sacred and personal. As if no one else is allowed to get so deep into Lee's soul and dig there without hurting. — Hey, what's sour? — Seungmin, right on time as always. Hwang paid attention to him and came out of his thoughts, when he suddenly saw that he was already sitting at his desk with Felix completely alone. — It's okay. — Where's Lix? You don't walk separately. — I don't know where. Lee appeared in the classroom doorway, out of breath and with a Yeonjun behind his back. Jinny, seeing his best friend in this form, immediately turned his back to the entrance and now the whole body showed Minnie that he was interested in the conversation. — So it's because of that dude? — Kim has always been particularly perceptive. Hyunjin's face twisted. — Oh, don't make a face like he's a murderer or some kind of maniac. — Yeah. Hwang was just about to turn back when Seungmin stopped him by touching his shoulder with his hand. — How categorical you are, you need to rest, don't you think? Come with Lix to the party tomorrow. Jeongin's house is free, he arranges a gathering of all friends and acquaintances. — After school? — Yes, we'll go there right from school. You don't have to, admission is free until the next morning. — We will, — said Lix, who flew up to the desk at the right moment. Hyunjin turned to the board, but did not look at Felix. I tried to distract myself with thoughts about their past communication, when there was no Choi Yeonjun. At least, that's what it seemed. Hwang remembers those times with trepidation, enjoying every second of his own thoughts. «Interestingly, Felix remembers how he fell off the bike, and then I dragged him and the bike in my arms to the house while he was crying,» — the boy recalled.

***

Jinny was never very active. He was always a calm and reasonable boy, with whom everyone wanted to be friends, but only Lix was friends. And I was immensely happy about it, because I didn't have to share it with anyone. Well, if only occasionally. The guys met Seungmin and Jeongin when they were walking together. The story is not unusual. We just met on some playground of someone else's yard and became friends. Minnie came up first , saying: — You weren't looking for us by any chance? — It depends on who you are, — Lee frowned and grabbed his friend's hand, ostensibly protecting. — We are your future friends, — Yang approached unnoticed, but it helped that the blond boy let go of Hwang's hand and relaxed. That's how we met. And then, by a happy coincidence, during the formation of the senior classes, all four got into one. So Kim sat with Yang, and Lee sat with Hwang. But they didn't communicate as often as they did separately. So now Hyunjin is walking alone to Lee's house, because they had to fix the bike so they could go for a ride later. The pink-haired boy had a white bicycle with small drawings and stickers. It looked a little unusual, but beautiful. Ordinary stickers shimmered in the sun no worse than holographic ones. Hwang was more than satisfied. It remained only to get to a friend. It was green all around: the long-awaited summer had come and everything was finally blooming. The sun's rays tried to hit clearly in the eyes, but the boy was saved by a light bang that reflected ultraviolet light. They had just entered high school, the last carefree summer they could spend together. The plans were grandiose: walking on bicycles and on Hwang's skateboard, trips to the pool and open water, marathons of movies and fortune-telling, overnight stays and visits to museums. They wanted to dedicate this summer to themselves and each other. Jinny was driving on a flat road. From afar, the familiar roof and the window under it could already be seen. The only thing missing was positive music, so that the boy's nose bled with happiness. When suddenly his gaze caught on a familiar bicycle that was lying on the grass, not far from home, and a boy with slightly curly blond hair was sitting next to him and covering his face with his palms. Even from afar, it was clear that he had abrasions on the outside of his hands. «Did he fall?» —thought Hwang and stopped on the sidewalk. With a sharp movement, he flew off the village, leaving his bike on the path, and he quickly ran to the scene. Lix's hands were indeed scratched, from where blood was oozing in thin trickles. Jinny perfectly felt this pain on himself, adopted and attracted it to make his friend feel at least a little easier. He sat down on the grass and looked at it without touching it. — What are you doing? — Hyunjin asked. — I fell, — Lee tried to explain through tears. — Why did you drive it at all? It's broken. — And if it's not broken, I decided to check. Now the pink-haired man was covering his face with his hands, trying not to laugh or cry from the stupidity of the person sitting next to him. — Where does it hurt? — Everywhere, — Felix gasped, swallowing a lump in his throat so that his voice would not be hoarse and continued to cry. Hwang took his hands away from his face to examine Lix for open wounds and abrasions. On the bones, elbows, a little on the knees and one on the face, washed with salty tears and an atmosphere of pain. The boy immediately began to think about a plan of action. It was not a pity to leave the bikes here, and then return, because it was necessary first to provide first aid to a friend. Then he asked: — Can you walk? — I don't know. The answer that he expected to hear. Then, having estimated his strength and someone else's weight, Hyunjin took Lee under his knees, under his shoulders, lifted him in his arms and carried him home. He did not even resist, only occasionally sobbed and pressed harder against someone else's chest, from where he tried to get all the warmth that oozed from inside Hwang. He gave calmness, even when it hurt. Even when he pulls his knees, and his eyes hurt from crying. Anyway, he was there when it was needed and needed, like air. "Why are you like this?" — thought Felix, hugging someone else's neck. The tears were no longer flowing. He just looked at his savior, who was focused on delivering a valuable cargo to its destination. Fortunately, the house of the Lee family was very close to the crash site, so he didn't have to make a huge effort to get there. When they got to the doorstep of the house, Mrs. Lee was already waiting there to help. She didn't know that something had happened to her son, but she felt it on a subconscious level. So she took Lix home, and Hwang went to rescue their bikes. When he returned to the crash site, he found only one bike. His disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace of tires. Then Hyunjin thought that he had exchanged the health of a loved one for a colorful and one-of-a-kind bicycle with a bunch of stickers and drawings. He put so much effort and time into it, but he didn't regret a bit that he chose saving Lix as a priority. He returned home to his friend with one bicycle. Then Felix asked: — Where's yours? Jinny hesitated, because he forgot to come up with a legend, so he said the first thing that came to mind: — I gave it to a random passerby in exchange for your peace of mind. That day he was fixing someone else's bike by himself, and after that he took care of Lee like a little abandoned kitten. The blond boy was even a little confused by this attitude towards himself, but he was infinitely glad that he had such a friend and a loved one.

***

— And what to wear? — Felix asks, changing his hundredth T—shirt. — I would like to know for myself, — Hyunjin tried to choose between a tank top and a tank top. — The first one is black. — Thank you, then you choose the black one too. "There are four black T—shirts here, Jinny. — Pure black. You have one like that, I remember. Lee gave his savior a smile and began to pull on a voluminous black T-shirt, watching in the mirror as Hwang smoothed out his tank top. She sat on him extremely well, so much so that Lix involuntarily held his breath for a while. — Why did you run away yesterday? — Felix asked, watching someone else's expression. — I don't like that. — What is it? — When my best friend is pressed against the wall by some stupid cabinets, — it sounded too harsh, but it was honest. The guy with sharp movements fastened the button of voluminous cargo trousers, pulled off an open T-shirt and pushed his hands into the sleeves of a black denim jacket. From the outside, he looked more or less calm, although he put a separate piece of anger into each action. — It's not like he's a closet,— Lix said. Hyunjin, who subconsciously compared himself and Hyunjun, strongly disagreed with his friend's statement, but did not contradict, so that this conversation would not go too far. They continued to gather under unnecessary discussions of small nonsense — who will go where and where will work. The boys discussed this not one hundred times, but in order to defuse the heated situation, they had to repeat themselves and sigh dreamily at the mention of their favorite specialties. While they were driving to the meeting place of all the guys, that is, to Jeongin's house, the guys were silent. The taxi driver looked back at them a couple of times, and then quietly grinned, audible only to himself. Hyunjin was counting the days until the end of retrograde Venus, and Felix was thinking about the booze that would obviously be. Driving up to the rich estate, ready to receive crowds of high school students, the guys looked at each other and simultaneously got out of the car. There was music on the way. The guys were already lying on the lawn behind the fence, although the evening had just begun to come. Going through the gate, they found themselves in the epicenter of the party. Lix decided to go on an alcohol exploration, and Hwang, seeing a familiar face, went to the already drunk. There was a familiar face among the piles of drunken zombies. Huening Kai was lying on the green freshly mown lawn with a bottle of something strong and dark in his hand- with beer, most likely —and mumbled indistinctly. Jinny came closer and sat down next to the almost asleep guy. — Already drunk, Hueka? — Hwang gloated, squatting next to a drunken bully. — Fuck off, Hwang moron, oh, Hyunjin, haha, — his laugh sounded like a death cry. — I hear from the six, — the guy got to his feet and was about to hit him, when suddenly Lee shouted: — Jinny, there's soju here! — I'm coming, — he shouted back, and then turned to Huninkai: — You're lucky, you're not going to die at my hands, but at the hands of dark beer. Happy hangover, Hueka. The grass was crushed under Hyunjin's multicolored socks. Sneakers are all left at the entrance to the site, because everything is clean and the legs are not damaged. In addition, the lawn was so soft that it resembled a feather bed. The guy reached his friend, who was standing with Kim and Yang, drinking soju from his throat. Everyone has their own bottle. — Wow, here's our Jin,— Jeongin remarked. — Hello to astrologers, — said Seungmin and waved a dark bottle. — We're just waiting for you, — Felix stammered, already a little drunk, and put his head on his friend's shoulder. — The guys suggest going to the house, there is a massive game of "Truth or Action". — Sounds good. — Of course it's not bad, two laps ago Huening Kai was forced to drink a case of beer and now he is.. Minnie stammered. — You see, in short. — It's really interesting there, besides, soon it's Yeonjun's turn, he's after Karina, — Yang thoughtfully recalled. — All right, let's go, thanks for the reviews, — Hwang snapped, and they went into the house. It was dark inside, only strobe lights, garlands and rare neon sticks illuminated the space. Crowds were sitting on sofas in the center, alcoholic races were being played in the kitchen, and the laughter of the crowd could be heard from the second floor. Jinny had the impression that the holiday was a success, but a burning incomprehensible feeling in her heart did not give rest. The mention of Yeon as a guest at the party and his six on the lawn was annoying. Even though he saw only one derange Kai. — Over there, — Seungmin tried to shout over the music, pointing at the crowd on the sofas. Then the guys went to the general rabble. And they came just at the moment when it was Yeji's turn. The action was set by Soobin. — Oh, put on lipstick and kiss Hyunjin. As a sign of respect, I set the action in the direction of the welcome guest of the party who came. Hwang was surprised that they were waiting for him and glad to see him. Especially considering that he is a rather quiet and private guy who will be more interested in cards than any party. But then, even in his direction, the action of one of the main beauties of high school was made. Felix, who was sitting next to him, noticeably skewed. Soju, which he finished in one gulp, hit in the head. The guy didn't know how to drink, but he really wanted to, so he threw himself with a couple of glasses. And now he was watching how his best friend was going to be kissed by a girl and he completely forgot about the fact that this was an action in the game. Yeji was not very surprised and did not resist at all. She was given a tube of bright red lipstick and began smearing it on her rather plump lips. Yeonjun sat next to her and watched not the girl, but the guy who boiled better than any kettles and cauldrons in hell. When Jinny's namesake lips were completely red, she pulled her hands to his face. When suddenly Lix jumped up and said in a loud low timbre: — You can't kiss him! — What? Why is that? — the girl asked. — He was sick recently, you'll get infected. — What's the difference, for God's sake. — Don't kiss him, I'm telling you, it will be worse. — Yes, nothing will happen! — Yeji began to boil. — Hey, you be quiet, be quiet, — the instigator calmed down sowing actions. — Then let you skip the action, Yeonjun will perform it. Kiss Felix, for example. Choi visibly perked up and raised himself on his hands from the sofa, preparing for the long-awaited action. — Let him,— Lee chuckled, pleased with himself. "It's better than her touching Jinny," — the boy with curly hair continued the thought in his head. Yeonjun was handed a lipstick, as Hyunjin suddenly became animated and got up from the sofa. — He won't dare touch him! — accidentally he said out loud. — What? — Choi asked. — All right, let's go, we have to go, — Hwang said and pulled his friend by the hand. He didn't resist much. — Are you sure he wants to go with you? — Choi ruffled, getting up after him. — I'm sure, — Lix retorted, and was dragged by the hand out of the house. The guys went outside. Evening finally descended on the city. It was already dark and the surroundings resembled Hyunjin's house. Everything was glowing in pitch darkness, an unfamiliar melody was coming from the house, and Felix was slightly drunk next to him. He frowned straight into his eyes, raking his soul out of there. I climbed deeper and deeper — it was felt on a physical level. I tried to get to the truth, but I couldn't even see her reflection in someone else's eyes. Hwang was too good at hiding his feelings. After all, the experience is great. — What's going on? — the younger one asked a little with a hit-and-run. — Let's go home, please. They were still holding hands, looking at each other. Everyone's face was illuminated only by streetlights. It looked like they were in some kind of drama and the whole world around them froze. Only the hearts beat in unison, and the thoughts formed about the same thing. And it was as if electric charges were walking between their irises, creating an invisible atmosphere of peace, understandable only to the two of them. — An unscheduled sleepover, Lix, I'll make it up to you for the party. — And explain everything. — And I'll explain everything, — the boy quietly agreed. Mentally, he had been preparing himself for a long time that this moment should come someday. And it is today that he wants Lee to find out everything. "Even if it's not mutual, he should know," — they both thought, continuing to admire the warm eyes opposite. Without letting go of their hands, the guys called themselves a car and drove home. Into the world of stars and moon tapestry. Where tarot cards lie in a closet with stickers, and night divination on the betrothed is a frequent guest. Into the atmosphere that has been going for years piece by piece. Paintings, photos, stickers — all this has been collected for years. It formed into one big trembling atmosphere of a warm shelter. Lamps, night lights, light bulbs — all this was originally. But it perfectly illuminated every piece of decor and did not leave a single detail in the shade. It would be painful for Felix to part with such a familiar and comfortable room. But mentally, as they drove up to the Hwang family's house, he was preparing himself. He said that even if their feelings are not mutual, but Hyunjin will know the truth. I wanted to cry from the realization that they might have to part. He turned to his friend and looked at the face of a hopeless romantic, a dreamer at heart and a precocious teenager. They walked along the warm street, greeted the boy's parents and went upstairs. The guys themselves did not notice how they found themselves in the room together. In complete silence and darkness. Jinny caught himself and began frantically pressing switches in different parts of the room. The full illumination returned, and the room was illuminated with a bright light. Still the same pleasant and dear. I haven't aged a day. — Let's lie down? — Hyunjin suggested. — You promised to explain everything. — I'll explain, just let's lie down. Felix was strangely silent, but did not protest. He lay down on the mattress he was used to and remembered it better than his own. The familiar smell of pale pink paint hit my nose, and the tubes were visible from here and still stood in their place. Hwang looked at his friend and repeated after him. Only now they were lying together, on the same bed. No second mattress on the floor. The pink-haired man lay down behind his friend and hugged him across the chest, tightly pressing his whole body. Now he could smell the delicate scent of someone else's perfume. Floral notes were interrupted by citrus delight. And in the general pile it felt just wonderful, as if they were lying not in the old room of other people's memories, but in a flower field. It's like no one and nothing exists, just the two of them. They live, feel and breathe each other. The pleasant softness and warmth of someone else's body did not allow me to gather my thoughts to formulate at least some kind of recognition. Let it be stupid and stupid, but the main thing is that it should be. But nothing came to mind until Lix asked: — What are you doing, Jinny? His voice trembled slightly, and he himself sometimes sobbed softly, hugging a piece of duvet. He smelled of Hyunjin — rose and musk mixed with green tea and stardust. The boy began to cry. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks, where you could see the whole galaxy. He was happy and sad at the same time. I didn't want to leave such an environment. It was unusually good in the arms of such a seemingly native and familiar person. But now they felt different, as if this was their first close physical contact. — I've been looking at your cheeks for so many years and I've only ever thought about one thing, — Hyunjin began. — I want to guess only by your freckles and see in them all the answers to the questions that concern me. And let my beloved Venus help me say this, but, my magic one, I am madly in love with you. The boy didn't move. He was afraid that this vision would dissipate and Hwang would disappear. Like a fleeting bird or a petal of such a coveted rose, the lightness in the chest felt like something quick and pleasant. Lee inhaled this moment with a full chest with a shiver and warm tracks on his cheeks. He desperately wanted to burst into tears, especially when he felt the warmth of someone else's lips behind his ear. The slightly damp trail felt like a huge victory for the little man. The silence dragged on. It is not known exactly how much time has passed, but Felix is in no hurry to answer, and the thrill of other people's words still fluttered behind the cage of ribs. — You're not lying to me? — that's all he could say in a long period of time. — If I was lying, I wouldn't pull away from Yeonjun, even though he is stronger than me and I didn't have a chance to win in a fight. But I would even fight with him for you. Lee laughed naively and childishly. And this seemingly fleeting answer stirred someone else's heart, causing him to shrink joyfully. Therefore, Hwang hugged his lover a little tighter and buried his nose in someone else's hair. Then the laughter got louder, it seems he was tickled. — Hey, Hyunjinnie, don't do that, — he laughed and sobbed. Lix gradually calmed down. But Jinny continued to tickle the poor boy, so that he would not stop laughing. Felix took it as a torment for silence. Hyunjin was waiting for an answer that was not given to him, so he took revenge, then Lee said: — I love you, I love you, just stop.. Stars hang from the ceiling, showering on Lix's blonde, slightly curly hair. He quietly cries in someone else's hands with happiness and enjoys someone else's quiet compliments. Thinks: "He confessed in the name of his beloved Venus, and if she didn't exist, then what?" — Jinny, why do you love Venus so much? — Because during the retrograde Venus, all the brightest things happen. At this time, people win lotteries, catch stars from the sky and fall in love. Lix imperceptibly got a little upset that their relationship was decided by some planets and their reverse course. He stayed at Hyunjin's and returned to his home the next morning. As soon as he entered the room, the first thing he decided to do was to check the period of retrograde Venus.. "I love you, Hyunjin" — a message came to someone else's phone while the boy was drawing a new picture of them sitting together and guessing tarot. "I love you too. Has something happened?" The answer was a screenshot with the phrase: "The retrograde of the planets changes alternately. Now is the period of retrograde Mercury..."