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Chae Hyungwon was sleeping. Again.
Kihyun could see him out of the corner of his eye, sitting at the corner desk in the last row. Hyungwon had his head down, propped up on an elbow, and to the untrained eye he might have passed as awake. But Kihyun knew better. He could see it in Hyungwon’s stillness, the way his fingers were limply wrapped around his pen.
It pissed him off. Everything about Hyungwon generally did, but Kihyun hated it the most when Hyungwon slept. Because, somehow, it always turned out okay for him. If anyone else tried to get away with sleeping in class, Kihyun was absolutely certain they’d get caught within thirty seconds. But not Hyungwon, oh no. Hyungwon got to nap peacefully through a ton of classes, while Kihyun had to stay awake and feign attention.
And it never mattered anyway, because in the end Chae Hyungwon would top the class, ace the exams, and generally be loved by everyone. And it pissed Kihyun off.
As the teacher droned on about the economy after World War II, Kihyun found himself getting more and more annoyed. It was like an insect in the back of his brain, an itch he couldn’t reach. The thought of Hyungwon just sitting there, perfect as he was, just half a classroom away from Kihyun… Kihyun wanted nothing more than to get up, grab Hyungwon by the face and—
“Okay Kihyun, that’s enough!”
Kihyun was jerked out of memories as his cleaning brush was yanked out of his hands. “Hey—” he started, but his complaint was cut short as he looked up at an obviously terrified Minhyuk, holding the brush in one hand and using a cushion as a shield with the other.
“Seriously, that’s enough,” Minhyuk said, and his voice was loud as he tried to act tough. “You’ve almost destroyed the place with your cleaning obsession.”
Kihyun looked around where he was sitting on the floor. He had overturned the couch to clean its underside. “Obsession? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said simply.
“Yesterday you wanted to take the doors off the hinges, Kihyun,” Minhyuk said. “That’s not normal.”
“Do you know how much dust is in that gap between the door and the frame?” Kihyun asked seriously. “A lot, Minhyuk. A lot.”
“Kihyun, seriously, stop,” Minhyuk said, and he put the cushion down. He was serious now. “Even you know this is not healthy.”
There was nothing Kihyun could say to that. He did know the obsessive cleaning wasn’t exactly normal. But he had to clean, because if he didn’t, then he’d start thinking. And if he started thinking then he’d start thinking about Hyungwon. And then about the kiss, the coffee, the conversation, and Kihyun’s own massive stupidity.
“Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked, concerned. “I didn’t ask you before because I thought you needed some time or something, but it’s been like ten days.”
“I’m fine,” Kihyun lied, and then he put up a smile. “Tell me what’s going on in your life.”
Minhyuk raised an eyebrow. “You really want to know?”
“Yeah, it’ll keep me from cleaning,” Kihyun said. “So come on, tell me about all your interesting adventures.”
“Okay, then,” Minhyuk said excitedly, sitting down on the floor. “You remember I told you about that guy I met the night I went to that club with you?”
“Uh…” Kihyun was sure Minhyuk must have, but he couldn’t recall any details.
“I’m disappointed, but not surprised,” Minhyuk sighed dramatically. He got over it in two seconds. “Anyway, I really like him and I think he really likes me.”
“I’m happy for you,” Kihyun said, but it turned out he didn't really need to say anything. Minhyuk was happy to carry the conversation by himself.
“He’s really good-looking, and fit, and he gyms a lot,” he continued happily. “He works for a broadcast channel and he's really nice and fun. His name's Shin Wonho.”
Kihyun nodded to show he was paying attention, and Minhyuk paused. “You know, he seems really similar to your hyung from high school, Hoseok,” he said thoughtfully. “To how you described him, anyway. They even have the same surname. You don't think it's the same guy, do you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kihyun said. “It’s not like Shin is a rare surname. And your guy's name is different. Unless Hoseok-hyung is going by a different name, which is pretty unlikely.”
“I guess,” Minhyuk shrugged. He grinned. “It would be pretty hilarious, though.”
“For you, maybe,” Kihyun said. “Not so much for me.”
A short silence fell for a few seconds before Minhyuk said, “That was surprising.”
Kihyun raised an eyebrow. “What was?”
“I mentioned your high school and you didn't launch into an impassioned rant on Chae Hyungwon,” Minhyuk said. “Did something happen with him?”
“I… might have met him again,” Kihyun admitted. “And I might have realized he isn't the literal devil. We had coffee together.”
He stopped to let Minhyuk screech in excitement. “And?” Minhyuk asked eagerly. “What did you guys talk about?”
“Nothing much,” Kihyun said. “Some high school stuff. And he told me he was single.”
Another screech, this time with some violent shaking as accompaniment. “He likes you, Kihyun!” Minhyuk said, shaking Kihyun back and forth so hard there was a real chance of dislocations. “You should make a move.”
“I can't,” Kihyun groaned, breaking free. “I told him I was dating someone.”
There was silence, and then: “What the actual fuck, Kihyun?” Minhyuk yelled. “Why would you say that?”
“I don't know,” Kihyun said, holding his face in both hands. “I wanted to be better than him. In any way I could.”
“And did it work?” Minhyuk asked calmly.
“I guess,” Kihyun said from behind his hands. “He believed me. And he didn't really seem happy about it.”
“And you? You don't seem happy about it either.”
Kihyun just groaned. “I shouldn't have said it,” he said eventually.
“And have you thought about why you aren't happy about it?” Minhyuk asked.
Kihyun raised his head. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean,” Minhyuk said with a sly smile. “You regret making Hyungwon think you're unavailable. And you were happy when you heard he was single, weren't you?”
“Well, yeah,” Kihyun said. “I liked the idea of beating him at something.”
“And yet you're not satisfied now,” Minhyuk said, still with that same smile. It was getting more and more annoying by the second. “Just think about it Kihyun. And stop denying your heart.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Kihyun said, but he could feel himself getting flustered.
Minhyuk winked. “Sure.”
“If you wink at me again I will punch your front teeth out,” Kihyun said flatly. He was not joking.
“Okay, no more winking, I got it,” Minhyuk said, his fingers subconsciously reaching for his right elbow. He'd made the mistake of thinking Kihyun had been joking once before. “How about we go out drinking tomorrow night?” he suggested. “It might improve your mood.”
Kihyun was about to refuse, when he remembered the last time he went out with Minhyuk he'd coincidentally run into Hyungwon. “Okay,” he said, before he could think about it a second time.
“Great,” Minhyuk said brightly, getting up. “I’ll pick you up after work. Wonho-hyung is busy tomorrow night, so you can keep me busy.”
“You little shit,” Kihyun said, kicking at Minhyuk, but he was grinning too. Minhyuk grinned down at him and then skipped to his room saying, “Good night, Kihyun. Don't think of Hyungwon too much.”
Kihyun would have thrown something at Minhyuk, except that was exactly what he'd been doing for the past couple of days. He'd find himself randomly thinking of Hyungwon for absolutely no reason. Kihyun would think about his hands, his smile, his lips. The way he kissed, the taste of his tongue—
Fuck, I'm doing it again. Kihyun shook his head vigorously. He had to stop this. It was getting weird, and dangerous. And now he had agreed to go drinking with Minhyuk on the minute possibility of running into Hyungwon… what was wrong with Kihyun?
He wasn't sure, but he knew Chae Hyungwon was the cause of it.
Kihyun walked over to the elevators, stretching his neck. He’d spent nearly all day bent over a computer double-checking and triple-checking files. The merger was all ready to go ahead, which just meant more work.
And of course, more chances of running into Hyungwon. Once again a small team from the other company had dropped by the office, and Kihyun had been terrified Hyungwon would be among them. He’d hunkered down in his office, stress-chewed through seven packs of sugar-free gum, and prayed to any higher being he wouldn’t be told to come out. Of course, in the end he’d had to, but Kihyun had been greatly relieved to find that Hyungwon hadn’t come.
He knew his luck would run out eventually. There was no way Kihyun could avoid Hyungwon forever, not when they’d eventually be working together. And Kihyun wasn’t desperate enough to quit his job. Not yet.
The elevator arrived in a few seconds. Kihyun pressed the button to go down to the ground floor, thinking about whether he should call Minhyuk or not. Maybe this night out really was what he needed. He needed to get his mind off Chae Hyungwon.
The elevator only went down one floor before it stopped with a soft ding. And then the doors opened to reveal one person.
Kihyun froze. Of course.
It was Hyungwon. He seemed just as stunned, staring back unmovingly, until the doors started to close again and he had to stick a leg in. And then he was in the elevator. With Kihyun.
Up until that moment Kihyun had never realized how small elevators actually were. This one in particular seemed to be designed by some sadistic genius of an engineer. It magically shrunk as soon as Hyungwon entered, until Kihyun felt like they were breaking the laws of classical physics and occupying the same space at the same time.
“Hey, Kihyun,” Hyungwon said. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Oh, uh, hi, Hyungwon, you too,” Kihyun said, and his voice came out in a perfect imitation of a strangled duck. He cleared his throat, realized the nonsense he'd just spewed, and then quickly said, “I mean, it's been a while since I've seen you too.” Kihyun tried to calm himself, and asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Came to oversee some stuff in person,” Hyungwon answered. He wasn't flustered or awkward at all. “Mostly talked to the accounting guys.”
Kihyun nodded. The accounting offices were on the floor directly below where he worked. It made perfect sense for Hyungwon to be here, no matter how much it felt like the work of some particularly offended deity.
“I talked to your boss too, but I think you were busy at the time,” Hyungwon continued. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”
“I work here,” Kihyun said dumbly.
Hyungwon raised an eyebrow, and then broke out into a grin, and it might have been the most beautiful thing Kihyun had ever seen. “No, I mean what are you doing here so late?” Hyungwon asked, still grinning. “I thought everyone had already left by now.”
“Working overtime,” Kihyun said, and he could feel the heat start climbing up his neck. Of course that's what he meant. Stupid.
As Kihyun berated himself mentally, the elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened with a soft ding. Kihyun tried not to dash out, glad to be finally free of that hell box. Somehow being around Hyungwon now was even worse than last time. Then, at least, Hyungwon had been just as awkward and uncomfortable. Now he was comfortable and spoke confidently, and smiled in this way that made Kihyun even more flustered.
“Yeah, the merger is a lot of work,” Hyungwon said, following Kihyun down the lobby. He kept at a normal distance, but Kihyun still felt weirdly suffocated. Hyungwon’s presence brought up old memories, and they were making it hard for Kihyun to think. His mind went to his high school days, the snipes and full-out insults, the anger. But then it circled back, to Hyungwon’s smile, his blushing in the stairwell, his sincerity at the café. And again, over and over, Kihyun’s brain returned to the kiss. It was suddenly all he could think about.
“Hey,” Hyungwon said, and he grabbed Kihyun’s arm, making him jump. If Hyungwon noticed, he didn't let it show. “Are you busy?” he asked. “How about we go for coffee? You owe me one.”
Kihyun opened his mouth, shut it, and then opened it again. Hyungwon waited, smiling. It looked genuine, that smile. It was enough to make Kihyun forget about the awkwardness and suffocation. Hyungwon wanted to have coffee with him, and was smiling at him. How could he refuse that ?
“Kihyun!”
The sound of his name being called jolted Kihyun back to his senses. He turned, and saw Minhyuk walking towards him, waving. Kihyun blinked once or twice at the sight of him, and then looked at Hyungwon.
“Oh, sorry, I see you are busy,” Hyungwon said, and his smile was apologetic now. “I guess I should make myself scarce.” Kihyun blinked at him too, until he finally remembered. The coffee. The phone call. The stupidity.
Oh shit.
Kihyun made desperate hand signals as Minhyuk approached, and true to his personality Minhyuk ignored every one of them. “Kihyun I was waiting for ages,” he complained, when he was close enough. “The least you could've done was called me in to meet your friend.” He looked at Hyungwon and said, “Hi, I'm Lee Minhyuk.”
Kihyun tugged on Minhyuk’s sleeve, trying to pull him away, but it was too late. “Chae Hyungwon,” Hyungwon was already saying. “Kihyun and I knew each other in high school. We're going to be working together soon.”
It took less than one second. Immediately a huge grin split Minhyuk’s face, a trademark Minhyuk grin, and he took a glance at Kihyun. Kihyun wanted more than to just fold in on himself until he turned into a speck.
“So you're Chae Hyungwon,” Minhyuk said, still grinning widely. “Heard a lot about you.” Kihyun was painfully aware of Minhyuk giving Hyungwon an appreciative once-over, and he wished he could bury himself right there in that building.
“Um, yes, I’ve heard a lot about you too,” Hyungwon lied politely. He glanced at Kihyun, and it was obvious from his expression that he had a feeling something was wrong.
Minhyuk frowned, confused. “Huh? What did Kihyun say about me?” Now he looked at Kihyun too.
All this proved to Kihyun there really was a god. There was no way— no way —mere coincidence could have led to this situation. There was some god or a spirit of fate or somebody, and they really, really hated Kihyun.
“I heard you guys share an apartment,” Hyungwon said, still trying to be polite but getting more and more aware of something going on.
“Yeah, we moved in together after college,” Minhyuk said slowly, still looking at Kihyun. Kihyun hoped vainly that if he yelled in his head loud enough, he’d conveniently open up some telepathic line with Minhyuk and tell him to get the fuck out of here.
“Wow, that’s a long time,” Hyungwon said, and wow he was really good at polite conversation even though he still seemed wary. “So you’re long-term. I’m actually kind of jealous, you guys look great together.”
Kihyun wanted to disappear. No, more than that, he wanted to never exist at all. Could that happen? Wasn’t it in one of those bullshit ‘life-changing’ books? If you want something badly enough, the universe gives it to you. Well Kihyun wanted this pretty fucking badly, so where the fuck was the universe when you needed it?
“Long-term…?” Minhyuk raised an eyebrow, even more confused, and then he looked at Kihyun on the verge of nonexistence.
And Minhyuk got it. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and he started stuttering and doing some vague gesture with both hands.
And then he started laughing. And he didn't stop. Minhyuk laughed loudly, doing every over-the-top laughing move, bending over and slapping his thigh, clutching his stomach, and generally making Kihyun wish the universe would hurry the fuck up.
Hyungwon was now bewildered. “I’m sorry, did I say something funny?’ he asked, looking at Kihyun.
Kihyun opened his mouth to say something but Minhyuk suddenly grabbed him and put an arm around him. “You know, I always tell Kihyun we look cute together, but he never believes me,” Minhyuk said, grinning ear-to-ear. He pinched one of Kihyun’s cheeks, and then smiled mischievously at Kihyun’s glare. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so cute when you want to commit murder,” Minhyuk trilled happily.
It was obvious Hyungwon was getting more and more suspicious with every passing second. Kihyun wanted to step in, say anything he could to try and salvage the situation, when Minhyuk suddenly exclaimed, “I have to tell Wonho-hyung about this!” and let go of Kihyun to dig out his phone.
“Am I missing something?” Hyungwon asked warily. “Who’s Wonho-hyung?”
“He’s no one,” Kihyun said quickly, before Minhyuk could reply. “And Minhyuk has to go somewhere. Right now.”
“Huh?” Minhyuk looked up from his phone. “I thought we were going out, Kihyun? Hyungwon can join us too.” He smiled devilishly.
Kihyun turned around so that his back was to Hyungwon. “No, Minhyuk, you have somewhere important to be,” he said in a low, threatening voice. “Remember?” He reached out slowly for Minhyuk’s right elbow.
Minhyuk yelped and jumped back. “Oh, yeah, I remember now,” he said quickly. “I’ll see you back at home then. Catch you later, Hyungwon. You really are pretty damn tall. And just really pretty.”
He left before Kihyun could shoot him another murderous glare, smiling to himself, satisfied. Kihyun glared at his back all the while he was still in the building. Only when Minhyuk was out of view did Kihyun remember what exactly had happened.
He turned and now found himself alone with a very pensive Chae Hyungwon. Kihyun attempted a smile. “So… coffee?”
There was a long, awkward silence, which Kihyun spent staring at a point several feet behind Hyungwon’s head. He was almost about to give up and make up some excuse to leave when Hyungwon finally answered, “Sure.”
Kihyun almost sighed in relief. He didn't want Minhyuk’s weirdness to be what Hyungwon took from that day's experience. “We’ll go to that place again, is that okay?” he asked.
“That’s fine,” Hyungwon said.
“Let’s go then,” Kihyun said. The air felt a little weird now, and he hoped it would be better outside.
It was not. The two of them walked in silence, and Kihyun felt himself getting more and more uncomfortable. Why didn't Hyungwon say anything? Minhyuk had acted like a complete weirdo, enough to warrant questions or a small comment. So where were the questions?
Finally it was too much for Kihyun. He couldn't bear the silence any longer and said, “Don’t mind Minhyuk, he's a little… weird.”
“I noticed,” Hyungwon said. His tone was completely unreadable. He paused a moment and said, “Forgive me, but your relationship is rather… unusual.”
He was talking way too formally, and it made Kihyun even more uncomfortable. Did Hyungwon know? That Minhyuk was just a roommate and nothing more? Hyungwon was a clever guy, and Kihyun wasn't exactly smooth about the whole thing.
“I know it's not my place to comment,” Hyungwon said, still in that formal voice, “but you seemed like close friends rather than boyfriends.”
Kihyun’s stomach twisted in on itself. “What are you trying to say?” he asked, and his voice came out thin, high, and completely obvious.
“Nothing at all,” Hyungwon said airily. “Just that you were quite insistent he left, even though you had planned a night out.”
“He had something to do,” Kihyun said. “He forgot. I reminded him.” It was the stupidest thing, but now that he saw Hyungwon’s smug face in front of him, he just couldn't bring himself to admit the truth, even though it was obvious Hyungwon knew. Hyungwon was just such a uniquely frustrating person to Kihyun.
“Is that so?” Hyungwon said lightly. “He also looked quite surprised when I mentioned your relationship.”
“I don't tell many people,” Kihyun said, and he could feel both his head and face heating up.
“Really? That's why he laughed?” Hyungwon raised an eyebrow, and he wasn't even trying to hide his smirk anymore.
“He has a unique sense of humor,” Kihyun snapped. “I don't know why you're so concerned with my relationship.”
“Oh, no, I'm just curious,” Hyungwon said innocently. “About your serious, long-term, definitely genuine relationship.”
“Yeah? Because it sounds like you're jealous,” Kihyun said.
That hit a nerve. Hyungwon stopped walking and turned to face Kihyun. “Me? Jealous?” He scoffed, but it was obvious he was ticked off. “Why would I be jealous?”
“Maybe because I'm in a stable, happy relationship with a handsome man,” Kihyun said acidly. “While all your dates are failures, poor you.”
“You’re not dating that guy!” Hyungwon said hotly. “Which, honestly, he should thank his lucky stars for.”
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Kihyun stepped forward to glare at Hyungwon.
“Exactly what it sounded like,” Hyungwon said, not backing down. He'd gotten really heated up really quickly. “You are an annoying bastard and I have no idea why anyone would think you were cute, or that those wrinkles that appear when you laugh were super attractive, or that you have really pretty lips or—”
He stopped mid-sentence, but it didn't register in Kihyun’s brain yet, and he already said, “Then why do you care so much?”
He actually heard Hyungwon’s words two seconds afterwards. They stared at each other, and then Kihyun couldn't look at Hyungwon a moment longer and quickly turned away. What was wrong with him? Why did his face suddenly feel so hot?
Another silence fell, a million times more awkward. The air felt thick and heavy, filled with thoughts and unspoken words. Kihyun knew he should say something, but he was finding it hard to get past one thought. I have pretty lips?
He glanced at Hyungwon, and saw him staring at the ground, chewing on his bottom lip. He looked absolutely adorable. Hyungwon suddenly glanced up and the two of them made eye-contact. This time Kihyun didn't look away. And his brain moved onto more thoughts, the ones he'd been having for the past ten days. The coffee. The smile. The kiss.
“I have something to say,” Kihyun announced suddenly, surprising even himself.
“Me too,” Hyungwon said. His voice was so determined and earnest it twisted Kihyun’s stomach again. “I’ll go first.”
“No,” Kihyun said quickly. He wasn't sure himself what he wanted to say, but he knew he had to get it out now. “I— I'll go first.”
Hyungwon opened his mouth, closed it, and then nodded. Kihyun swallowed, tried not to think about it, and just let the words out.
“I lied about dating Minhyuk and I wish I hadn't pretended to because—”
“I like you.”
Kihyun stopped. Had those words come from his own mouth or…
He looked at Hyungwon and saw him looking back, face sincere, determined, and a little nervous.
“I’m sorry, did I say that?” Kihyun asked, not really believing what was happening.
“Um, no, you didn't,” Hyungwon said, and he looked more than a little nervous now. “That, um, it might've been me.”
“Oh.” Kihyun didn't know what to say in reply to that. Was this all really happening? Did Chae Hyungwon, the most attractive man Kihyun had ever had the misfortune of meeting, actually confess? The person Kihyun hadn't been able to stop thinking about ever since their unexpected reunion— had he just said he liked Kihyun? Was this truly reality?
“Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't let you finish,” Hyungwon said, and he was fidgeting a little now, and looking nervous as all hell. “What were you going to say?”
“What you just did,” Kihyun answered without thinking.
“Oh.”
There was another silence, and then Kihyun hesitated and said, “I thought you hated me.”
“I thought I did too,” Hyungwon admitted. “It turns out those strong feelings I had were not exactly hatred.”
“Yeah, I think I understand,” Kihyun said, mostly to himself. He paused, and then said, “So let me recap. You said you like me.”
“And you said you like me,” Hyungwon added.
Kihyun nodded. “Okay, just checking.”
And then he moved forward and took Hyungwon’s face in his hands and kissed him.
It was different from the first time. No senseless, heat-driven smashing of lips and tongues, no violent passion. But Kihyun got the same heady feeling he had the first time, and a kind of warmth that didn't feel like anger. Hyungwon’s lips fitted perfectly against his, soft and gentle and sweet, and completely intoxicating.
He wasn't sure how long they kissed, but when Kihyun pulled away he was breathless. He was sure he would have been breathless even if it had been for a second. It was just something about Hyungwon.
“Sorry, just thought I'd try it,” Kihyun said, and he was trying not to smile as Hyungwon looked at him almost dreamy-eyed. “Besides, I guess I kind of owe you one, after you grabbed me outside that club.”
Hyungwon laughed in disbelief, and said, “Really? You're still going on about that?” He grinned, raised an eyebrow. “And I thought we agreed you pretty much asked for it? Talking about how you wanted to kiss me…”
“Well, whatever,” Kihyun said. “Just remember, you confessed first.”
“Goddamnit small fry you're so annoying,” Hyungwon said, still smiling.
Kihyun just smiled at that, and then closed his eyes as Hyungwon leaned forward to kiss him again.
Kihyun opened the door to the apartment and found Minhyuk sitting on the living room sofa, grinning excitedly.
“You’ve been out for a while,” he said, smiling devilishly. “Getting busy?”
“If you're asking if I was with Chae Hyungwon, the answer is yes,” Kihyun said, pulling off his jacket.
“And?” Minhyuk said eagerly. “Do I need to prepare myself to two-time Wonho-hyung?”
“No, I fixed it,” Kihyun said, avoiding eye-contact.
Minhyuk shrieked in excitement. “I knew it!” he yelled, jumping up. “I told you. Didn't I tell you? Doctor Lee knows the heart.”
“Yeah, yeah, you told me,” Kihyun said. He found he couldn't be annoyed right then. He was just in an insanely good mood. Chae Hyungwon’s lips really were magic.
“We can go on double dates now,” Minhyuk said. “Wonho-hyung is super friendly, and with him there it won't be awkward at all.”
“Sure,” Kihyun shrugged. Why not? It didn't seem like a bad idea.
“Awesome, I'll call him right now,” Minhyuk said, picking up his phone. Kihyun just grinned to himself as he walked towards his room. As he passed the living room table, he spotted something.
Minhyuk must have put a cold glass on the surface without a coaster. A dark, ugly ring stared at Kihyun, right from the beautiful wood surface he'd polished just the night before.
He looked up and found Minhyuk staring at him too, frozen with his phone by his ear, eyes wide with terror. “I didn’t mean to—” he started, but he was cut off by the sound of Kihyun’s phone beeping. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw that he had a text.
From: Chae frog (received: 22:53)
Just checking if this number is actually yours, and not some phone sex operator's
Kihyun grinned, and started typing a reply back as he walked into his room.
“Uh, Kihyun?” Minhyuk called cautiously from the living room. “I’m really sorry about the table.”
“It’s fine, just use a coaster next time,” Kihyun called back.
Minhyuk gaped at Kihyun’s bedroom door, and then burst into tears of relief.