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The signs were all there, blaring sirens.
Instead of taking note, Changbin just let both of them walk straight into the road to get hit. Guilt curdles in his stomach, impossible to ignore as he's staring down at his best friend's sleeping form, curled up in a pitiful excuse of a nest, face buried in the hoodie he'd lent Changbin last night.OR
When Chan goes into heat unexpectedly on the first day of their vacation, Changbin has to help out. It's what any best friend would do. Right?
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Changbin knows Chan like the back of his hand. Better, if he’s being honest.
Knowing Chan has become an intrinsic part of him. Looking for him first thing in any room, reaching out the moment he comes close enough to touch, reading his expressions and his body language whenever he’s in sight.
Easy as breathing. Just as important.
So it doesn’t come as a surprise, when Chan drapes himself over him, his back, the back of their couch and buries his face into the crook of Changbin’s neck. When he sighs deeply, nuzzles into the skin, his hair tickling on Changbin’s cheeks. He’d known something was up when Chan stepped into their apartment, steps just a bit heavier than usual.
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Chan has a bad day. Changbin is there to make it better.
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Dear Lee Minho,
or maybe it’s Han Minho by now? Or maybe I’m Lee Jisung… I like the sound of that too… sorry, that’s not the point and we still have soooo much time to decide! Let me try again!Dear Minho,
I’m sure that by the time you read this letter, life is gonna be great! We’ll be done with school, and have degrees and jobs and be adults for real! Isn’t that crazy to think about!? I hope we’ll all still be best friends, and that all of us are happy!(Back then, Jisung was so sure he’d have his happy end. A fairytale love story with his best friend, because it was the only thing that made sense. There was no option other than that.
Today, as he stuffs the envelope into his backpack with shaking hands and gasping breaths, he knows he’s in a tragedy, destined for heartbreak)
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At 15, Jisung writes a love letter. At 25, Jisung wants nothing less than for Minho to read it.
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It's just Jisung and his suitcase, and Minho. Broader and older and more beautiful, leaning against the wall opposite him. The sight of him stops Jisung in his tracks.
It’s Minho, with his marble carved nose and high cheekbones, eyes dark and pretty and trained on him. Minho, with his oversized cardigans, still fond of sweater paws and pastel colours. Minho, with tousled dark hair and rosebud lips and that small shy smile that used to make Jisung stumble over his feet because he couldn’t stop staring.
Minho, who still feels like home even when he shouldn’t, and Jisung, who’s body moves on instinct, running and slamming into him.
It’s calm, quiet. Passersby don’t spare them a glance, airport reunions unworthy of their time. No screaming, no panic, nothing. Just Jisung, his suitcase abandoned behind him, and Minho, who’s hugs still smell like strawberry body wash and drugstore perfume.OR
Jisung and Minho split up years ago, and Jisung has since risen to fame. When everything gets to be too much, he calls the one person he could always rely on.