It was another one of those days, the ones where everyone had so much fun that they kept playing even after they finished recording. But even after recording, joking around afterwards, and logging off, Delirious and Evan were texting away.

"So that co-op vid ((;"

Evan threw his head back in a laugh. Delirious, whatever chance he got, would probe Evan about playing, just them two.

"Find us a game and I'll gladly beat u in it, bitxh x ;]"

Delirious chuckled and typed back, forgetting his sandwich on the plate in front of him.

"XD I forget how competitive you are, it's hot (;"

Evan paused and gulped down the painful lump in his throat. His fingers trembled as he held the phone and his thumbs miss clicked almost each letter he used. He was thankful for auto correct fixing his mistakes along the way.

"Hey, delirious,, can I tell u something?"

Jonathan's jaw clenched shut as he read the text. He shouldn't have said what he did, it wouldn't have made Evan feel like doing this.

"o: sure, man, what's on your mind?"

Evan sighed as he typed it out. His thumbs making enough mistakes that not even auto correct could fix. Just as his thumb hovered over the send button, his other thumb took over and instead erased every word.

"SikE, ha! Gottemmm"

Jonathan's jaw clenched tighter. He knew it, he knew Evan would back out. He'd been doing this for years.

"Evan."

The asian male practically heard that serious and stern voice, the one that sent shivers down his back the night Delirious commanded him to leave that restroom and stash those razors in the trash outside. Was he mad over this joke? Was he maybe worried about him until Evan revealed it as a joke?

"Lol sorry, man. I can never resist"

What happened next really shocked Evan. He wasn't expecting his screen to go black for a second before the green and red buttons showed up. Evan slowly and hesitantly swiped the green button, afraid that Delirious would scold him for worrying him.

"Hello?"

Jonathan couldn't have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He had to get this suffocating pain off his chest.

"Evan," he sighed and closed his eyes, "can you fucking stop doing this?"

Evan's brows furrowed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would worry you."

Jonathan sighed louder, "Evan, I'm not as oblivious as I feign to be."

Evan took a few seconds to take this in before he was taking in the next statement.

"You don't think I notice how you trail after me, how you choose me over others, how your voice changes when talking to me. I'm not fucking dumb when it comes to that."

Evan blinked and swore his heart began beating in his ears, the world blurring until all he heard was his slowing heart and Jonathan's voice.

"Fucking hurts when you're about to confess, when you're about to send it but erase it afterwards and play it off as a joke."

Evan gulped, did he really notice all that?

"I've been feeling like this for all these painfully sweet years and it isn't fair for you to keep me waiting. For you to accept it and do something about it."

Jonathan's breath trembled as he let it escape his lungs, "Evan, I would've done it but you aren't even sure of your own feelings so what good would it do me? Us?"

Evan's breath hitched as the speaker produced the sound of something breaking. Jonathan looked at his porcelain plate on the floor, anger surging through his veins.

"You have to fucking tell me, should I even stay around anymore or should I give up on whatever this is?"

Evan's voice was caught in his throat. What could he even say? He wanted Delirious to stay but why? He couldn't explain it.

Delirious sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I'll give you a week, Evan. A fucking week you can't talk to me so you can think about it, a week to come up with your answer. A week to tell me whether whatever you feel towards me is true affection or just a childish crush."

Evan gulped and Jonathan heard.

"Because if it's a childish crush then I shouldn't waste my time on it. I shouldn't waste my time on you and something that won't benefit us in the end."

Evan sighed and sat on his bed hard, his hand on his forehead and the other on his warm phone.

"A week is all you have until I go and stand on your steps, and before you open that door, I want you to text me, yes or no. If it's a yes, I'll step inside and love you like I've wanted to do for the past years, if it's a no.."

Evan held his breath, his heart racing then skipping beats all in under a minute and he was sure it wasn't safe.

"If it's a no, I'll get back on a plane and never bother you again for our own good.. For my own good. I don't want to stand at your back door for another six years waiting for you to come around."

Evan was at a loss for words and Jonathan knew but he waited, waited for Evan to ask why. Evan breathed and cleared his throat as quietly as he could.

"Why come all the way here if.. If.."

Jonathan chuckled bitterly, "because I want to break my own heart at your steps so the healing process is faster when I leave it behind, bleeding at your fingertips."

Evan let out a breath that had him dizzy and sick, "c-can't I at least see you before I answer?"

Jonathan sighed and rubbed his face, "no, Evan. Because if that door opens and we're face to face, I won't be able to resist you. I won't be able to hold myself back."

Evan sobbed silently.

"A week, Evan."

Evan couldn't do much else since the line was cut off. He felt sick to his stomach and whatever he'd eaten earlier was clawing at his throat and burning his tongue.

"Fuck.." he flushed the toilet and moved himself to the sink, clinging to the porcelain for balance.

Whatever he saw in that mirror was something that made him sink towards the porcelain toilet for another half hour until all he was hacking up was acid.

The next few days began the gut wrenching week. Evan always pictured himself meeting Jonathan under different circumstances. Under happier circumstances.

The first day, he was mentally preparing himself. Announcing to his friends that he needed a few days off for himself, he also made sure to send it to the group chat so Jonathan knew he was taking this seriously. He also made sure to queue videos and edit as many as he could just in case.

By the second day, he was tired. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be pondering about. He didn't know what Delirious expected from him nor what he could possibly want to say.

The third day rolled around and the realization dawned on him after hours of staring at his ceiling and listening to "Want You". Delirious took one of those verses and Evan was surprised when he found that Jonathan probably related to it so much that it hurt him.

When he realized this he knew he'd need help to get his thoughts and emotions in order so he dived for his phone. It'd been charging for hours at his bedstand so it didn't surprise Evan when he saw plenty of notifications and a full battery. The contact list was his first destination until he realized how late at night it was for his friend with a small child.

Fourth day he'd called Brock and explained what happened. He told his long time friend about this text that Evan had been trying to convince himself to send for years and how Delirious had known all along.

Brock's only advice was for Evan to really go through his memories with Delirious. Go through them and look at them from a different point of view. Maybe the answer was the same reason why H2Ovanoss was a very popular ship amongst the crew's fanfiction writers.

Fifth day, Evan sat himself at his computer and typed in 'H2Ovanoss' on the search bar. There were millions of videos and even his own and Jon's on the game, 'How to catch a lover'.

Amongst all the couple moments he went through, Evan realized a lot of things. Amongst those things were that he didn't know his voice changed when he spoke to Jon, it was tender and sweet. Another thing was that he did in fact follow Jonathan too much, and that he also said a lot of sweet things to Delirious that not even Evan knew he'd said.

Sixth day, Brock had assigned him to think about his life without the mysterious man. And boy did Evan cry, he cried because he could've been dead years ago, he could've gone into a worse depression that he was in now. Jonathan knew about this depression but he knew it wasn't something Evan could help, it was hereditary and Jonathan wished that wasn't the case.

He cried for the man that he'd unknowingly fallen in love with and as soon as those tears of regret and pain poured from his eyes, Evan felt a wave of nostalgia fill him until he was drowning in it and begging for Brock to help him through it.

The seventh day, Evan was trying to convince himself that the pain he felt was only temporary. But in all actuality, Evan felt pain for ever thinking that whatever he and Jon could get themselves into, could ever last.

He realized as he stared at the picture of a pretty blonde. He realized as he sadly said her name and sent her picture millions of apologies.

He realized that nothing lasts and it sucks.

He'd convinced himself years ago that him and Jon wouldn't make it so he never bothered to try, but in past years, he couldn't stop himself from being extra affectionate with his friend.

So when the eighth day was at noon, Evan sat on his couch, bags under his eyes from the most stressful week he'd gone through. He'd recently ended a call between himself and Brock who tried his best to encourage the Asian to think about his answer.

His eyes burned from staring at the door all day but what else could he do? Go on with his day like the fate of his future with Delirious wasn't in his hands? Yeah, right.

This wasn't just going to affect their relationship status, this could end their friendship as well. And all it would take to do that was a simple word.

Bubbling up in his stomach was pure anxiety, his shoulders sagged from the weight of it all. His head pounded, this was the strongest migraine he'd ever had and it didn't help him in the slightest.

Knocknocknock

His heart leapt to his throat all the while sinking down to his stomach then to the floor. The migraine was long gone and he was standing up faster than he should've. He stumbled closer to the front door before looking down at his phone.

Yes or no

He could still hear Jonathan asking. Evan felt so numb, he didn't even feel himself standing, he was having trouble taking in the fact that Jonathan was on the other side of that door. His hands were shaking as he looked at his keyboard.

Yes or no

This could ruin everything or fix it. But what did he want? What was best? What were the consequences of each choice?

Slowly, he used a single thumb to type his short response.

There was a faint notification on the other side of the door and his chest tightened as he imagined a face he'd never seen before reading something that would change their lives.

Jonathan looked down at his phone and hesitated before clicking the message.

Fuck..

Jonathan looked back up at the door, eyes cold as they met a dull pair of chocolate brown.

"God.." Evan whispered, reaching forward and cupping Jon's jaw, "you're so gorgeous.."

Jonathan stepped forward, his fingers curling around Evan's jaw before coaxing him forward. They kissed each other softly but urgently. As if afraid of never being able to kiss each other again, but careful not to kiss too hard. At least not on Evan's front porch.

Once inside, that was something different. There was a knocked over lamp and a broken picture frame on their way up the stairs. Once inside Evan's bedroom, their only concern was the fact that they couldn't strip their clothes fast enough. Not when their fingers trembled with anxiety and need.

"I told you not to open that door," Jonathan growled as he worked Evan open, one slender finger at a time.

Evan arched his back off the bed, his hands gripping Jonathan's shoulder as this new feeling took its toll, "Jon, please!"

They didn't wait much longer after that, even if they wanted to. The fire in their skin urged them to come together, now, the fire was growing in their guts and it was bringing them to such a blissful heaven in each other's arms.

"Faster... please"

Jonathan moved inside Evan so good, the bed agreed as it creaked and pounded against the wall just as hard as Jonathan was doing to Evan.

"More! Please!"

They couldn't get enough, even when their highs came to them, even when they were shouting and digging their nails into each other from oversensitivity. The bed kept moving with those two souls until they were spent minutes after.

They breathed each other, their fingertips memorized the other's skin, their eyes drank each other in until they were lying there in the dark of night. Entranced. In love. But broken.

Evan watched Jonathan stand and pull on his clothes. Article after article of clothing, and with every tug Jonathan gave to his pants, Evan felt his heartstrings being pulled.

"Have a nice life, Evan.. I wish you the best.."

Evan blinked and his tears spilled, out with those came his shaky voice, the one he was trying to swallow down and keep quiet for their own good.

"Can... Can I change my answer?"

Jonathan paused and looked over his shoulder. He was silent for a moment, contemplating, "why?"

Evan gulped down his fears and the burning pain in his chest, "because I was afraid of what the future may hold if I answered differently than I did.."

Jonathan slowly turned to face Evan completely, hope in his otherwise cold eyes, "well?"

Evan smiled, a small sob escaping his lips as he did.

"I want to say yes."