youngjae knew that daehyun had figured out, and he was really grateful that the latter didn't say anything about it.

youngjae's art studio was located across his own room. the size of it was as large as the bedroom, though it looked larger since there was no furniture other than two cupboards; one for his art supplies, and the other for the trophies he won as a painter. some of his artworks were hung on the wall, while the rest were kept neatly on a pile at the corner of the room.

daehyun had only entered the studio once or twice- youngjae insisted to clean the studio and his own room, so daehyun had no reason to enter said rooms without permission to respect his best friend's privacy. anyways, he knew that youngjae was somehow a clean freak, but he was amazed at how clean and organized the studio was.

might as well ask him to clean the whole place, daehyun joked to himself.

"dae, are you going in?" daehyun once again was brought back to reality by youngjae's voice.

"of course." as he stepped in, his nose scrunched up at the smell of paint, making youngjae chuckle. "you'll get used to it soon," was what he told his best friend.

daehyun nodded and started to wander around, looking at the artworks hung on the wall. most of them were of him or jongup; two of youngjae's most important people.

one artwork had caught his eyes. it was a painting of him, who was smiling brightly in the middle of a flower meadow. he remembered clearly of that day; it was daehyun's nineteenth birthday and youngjae offered to bring daehyun out to places he had never been to. he had everything planned out that day, even writing every details of what they would do on a piece of paper in case he would forget something- and the flower meadow was a part of the list. they went there at evening so the weather wouldn't be too hot, also so they could watch the sunset together. daehyun, too, remembered how much he cried that night as he felt touched by youngjae's sweet gestures.

daehyun knew he had been staring at the painting for too long, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the masterpiece his best friend made. he felt his eyes burning; he was really close to tears, and it didn't help when daehyun read what youngjae wrote on the bottom corner of his work.

'daehyun, thank you so much for everything, i'm really grateful to have you by my side. happy birthday, ily.'

when the first tear escaped his eyes, he felt someone turning his body, before it was engulfed with warmth as the person was hugging him tight.

and that someone was no other than yoo youngjae.

i'm sorry for unconsciously dragging the fic longer... have some daejae though.