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Kevin's exhausted.
Like, exhausted as in a solid minute away from passing out on the chair in his studio and snoozing soundly atop of the keys on his piano. His eyelids are practically begging him for permission to shut; to flutter close and not open for at least five seconds. Hah! Funny. Yeah, no way that was gonna happen— especially when he already has five empty cups of Americano (and extra espresso shots) semi-neatly stacked in an orderly fashion somewhere next to his mouse with another on its way, courtesy of the DoorDash gift card that Jaehyun conveniently didn't seem to want a week earlier. He's certain his makeup is still on, too. Honestly, taking the time to check would take time out of the seconds he could've used figuring out the components of this damn song. There's probably a half-eaten croffle stashed somewhere among the entrance of his studio as well, which Sunwoo had dropped off before leaving the company that night while scolding him to eat something. Funny how that works.
Kevin stretches forward, a yawn inconveniently tingling up his throat. He wants to give in, so bad , even when it makes tears sting the back of his eyes. Yawning sounds nice. Sleep sounds nice. Better yet, sleeping in his studio sounds nice. Feeling the pillow hit his head, the warmth of his singular, fluffy blanket, relaxing into the cushions of the couch as sleep takes over—
Nope , Kevin shakes his head rapidly (how genius), as if trying to shake his sleepiness off. He forces himself to sit upright, sighing. Naturally, his gaze drifts off to the time displayed at the corner of his monitor.
It's two in the morning. More specifically, 2:21. Jesus.
Well, no stopping now. He's in way too deep to just go back to the dorms at this point, and it's time to get back to work. Kind of. If Kevin was going to be frank, it's not really work. They're quite literally about to go on tour, so they don't really need any new songs written. But, pfft - Kevin doesn't need a comeback to make his own song. It's a personal, very important project, and when Kevin commits?
He commits.
So, here he was. Holed up in his personal studio past hours, staring blankly at the program up and running on his monitor, littered with a multitude of different harmonies stacked on top of each other and various different keys and notes, a google doc with lyrics pulled up on the other. He just about wants to cry.
Because he's stuck.
An hour ago (yes, an hour), he managed to finish the last of the actual song with the help of the Fender Stratocaster he had, so it's only a matter of finishing the last bits of lyrics. It's like torture, almost, for his brain to conveniently stop working when he's just that close to finishing the song and that close to having a caffeine crash at the same time.
Kevin's phone pings for the seventy-fifth time that night from his left. He groans, flipping it over and glaring down at the stream of notifications flooding in. Mostly, they're from the Kakaotalk group chat with all eleven of them. It's Sangyeon, reminding them that (miraculously), their schedule didn't start until noon and they had the rest of the day to rest at their leisure. Jacob and Haknyeon send a couple of kaomojis to celebrate. And, ooh. Yikes. The other portion of his notifications is a string of missed calls from Chanhee and a couple of messages from Juyeon claiming to 'avoid Hee at all costs' when he came home. Amazing. Kevin decides not to respond to either, switching his phone to 'Do Not Disturb' and pushing it somewhere off to the side. He can deal with the two of them later, for now he just had to focus. Focus, focus.
What to do, what to do. Should he repeat the chorus again? No, he shouldn't– then it'd repeat twice back to back. That'd make it seem repetitive. Maybe make it reference back to past verses? Um. Sure, he can do that. The only problem is that he needs to actually finish the verses to get anywhere. God, this was making his head hurt. The last time he wrote and composed a song was last year, and a year is long. Actually, fuck it. He should just let Jesus take the wheel and just write whatever pours out of his brain. Hesitantly, Kevin takes in a deep breath and reaches for his keyboard. Underneath the second verse, he types;
'It's too soon to give up on tonight
I haven't had the chance to show you my mov|'
Kevin stops to cringe, shivering. The cursor next to the 'v' blinks impatiently, teasing, taunting him to finish typing out the full word. Was he always this corny without realizing it? No, no way. Why did it sound so much worse on the actual document?
Yeah, this wasn't going to work. Kevin shakes his head, sitting back in his chair and poking his tongue at his cheek. He needs something better. How about—
Beep. Beep.
Kevin freezes in his place, hand frozen over his mouse. He's pretty sure everyone (as in, group members) went back to the dorms a long time ago. There should only be a couple of staff roaming the building, surely. But why the hell would a staff need to see him at two in the morning? More importantly, why would a staff know the passcode to his studio and just. Well, at least knock first? Or, even worse, what if it wasn't a staff at all? What if it was a sasaeng that managed to break into the company and, like, dusted the keypad so they'd see the fingerprints on the numbers? It was past hours.
Oh god . Yep, this is it. Kevin was gonna die. Wistfully, at 2:27 in the morning on a Saturday, in his studio, by a crazy fan (or a creepypasta coming to life, anything could happen) and with a handful of regrets of, for one, not finishing this damn song.
Oh, shit, the song .
Hurriedly as shuffling is heard from the other side of the door and the handle clicks open, Kevin tabs off of the document with the lyrics. If he was going to die, he did not need that displayed to the forensic investigators who come to inspect his place of death. That kind of information was not going to be squeezed out of him, even six feet under.
The door swings open. Kevin braces himself, spinning around to see who waltzes in. He hopes it's not actually a sasaeng .
It's— oh. Oh.
It's Changmin. Changmin, which is ironic. Very ironic, actually. He doesn't even glance at Kevin when he walks in, gingerly and slowly closing the door behind him to not make any loud noise. He turns around and they make eye contact. Kevin would be lying if he said his breath didn't get caught in his throat.
"Hi, Keb!"
Kevin hums. His voice would probably crack if he spoke, and he's not risking that.
Changmin raises both of his hands. One is holding a bag full of food, the other holding a cup eerily similar to the other five empty ones on his desk, a receipt attached. "I got your coffee," he says, eyes turning into crescents. He has a mask on, but Kevin can easily tell he's smiling. "And went to go get you some food because I know you didn't eat. You need to stop doing that," Changmin huffs. The hypocrisy.
"You do it too," Kevin frowns out of genuine concern, spinning around to face his back to where he's dragging the extra chair over to sit next to him. Changmin's been eating less and less and he's not sure if he actually forgets or for another reason. "Being the best dancer out of all of us doesn't mean you get to work yourself to death, 'Min."
Changmin pulls off his mask and shrugs, plopping down into his seat. "Yeah it does," he tilts his head at him, tauntingly grinning. Kevin sighs. He doesn't even need to ask to know that the other was probably exhausting himself in the practice room moments prior, and that the only reason he went to go get food was because Kevin just happened to also still be at the company building. Otherwise, he would've gone home and went to bed hungry. This guy.
"Chanhee's realll pissed," Changmin whistles as he rests his cheek on his fist, gauging Kevin's reaction. "Not even Juyeon can get him to chill out."
Kevin raises an eyebrow. "You're the one that lives in the same apartment as him, not me."
Changmin hums. "That's why I'm sleeping in your room when we go back."
"Changmin, I'm not gonna sleep on the couch because you're afraid of Chanhee." Regretfully, he takes a swig of his Americano.
A pout. "Who said you were sleeping on the couch? We can just share your bed."
Kevin chokes.
"What?" he gasps in between coughs. Changmin blinks down at him, unfazed. It's not like him and Changmin haven't shared a bed before, but things are just.. different. Especially now, with the last time they slept within three feet of each other being back when they shared a room and, for some forgotten, unimportant reason, Changmin's bed was rendered to be unavailable for the night. Sunwoo was already out like a light by the time the situation was assessed, and Kevin (being the good friend he is and the only other option) offered the right side of his bed and that was that. They don't even live in the same apartment anymore, for fucks sake. It's not even a 'not seeing each other every waking moment so they grew slightly apart' problem (because Changmin frequently tags along when Chanhee wants to visit Juyeon in their dorm anyways, for some reason), it's a feelings problem. Obviously. Kevin doesn't really want to elaborate further on that.
"What?" Changmin echoes, except not in the shocked, 'what are you even saying' way that Kevin used and in a 'what do you mean "what the fuck am I saying"?' way instead. He's giving Kevin a weird look, like he's the odd one in this conversation. If only he understood. "Why are you even staying late in the company, anyways?"
"Because I need to write a song." Need to is a bit of a stretch, but maybe it is urgent. They had three nights of concerts the next week, then its off to Japan, then Taipei, then- well, basically not going back to Korea until, like, the middle of August. If he doesn't finish this now, then he's most definitely going to just forget about it later and spend every waking moment of touring regretting how he didn't utilize the little free time they had to its potential. Every second mattered in a profession such as theirs, and if it happened to be the time they had to sleep for a night, then so be it.
Changmin's eyes wander off of Kevin and onto the only monitor with something actually displayed on it. "Ooh, is this it?" he asks, eyes twinkling as he makes grabby hands for the headphones and boy, is Kevin a weak man. He slips them off of his own ears, placing them in the other's outstretched palms with zero hesitation. Quietly, Kevin observes how Changmin gingerly slides them over his head, wide-eyed, curious. A sweater-covered hand taps around Kevin's desk blindly as it searches for the 'play' button, and its holder leans back in his chair in satisfaction, eyes closing. The sound of the extremely familiar, simple melody of guitar strums Kevin recorded less than three or four hours ago leaks out from the pair of headphones and fills the room, albeit muffled. Kevin practically has to force himself to push down the fear bubbling up his chest on whether he would like it or not.
Then the unthinkable happens.
Changmin starts swaying to the tune, slightly, in his chair. It starts off as light, shy taps to his thigh, then into the rhythmic nodding of his head as he moves his finger along with. Left, right. Left, right. At the end of the first chorus, there's a particularly stronger strum on the guitar and everything in the instrumental pauses for a moment; Kevin's heart leaps in his chest when a smile plays on Changmin's lips out of surprise, then he goes right back into swaying back and forth.
"Keb," Changmin glances at him as the melody fades out in his headphones, all smiles and stars in his eyes, "Are you kidding? This is.. amazing. It's so— god, I can't even talk. It's.. kind of what falling in love sounds like, you know?"
"Really?" Dumb question, but it's all Kevin can really manage to coherently get out through speech. What falling in love sounds like, Kevin ponders, letting the big, dopey boxy smile stretch across his face. If only he knew.
Changmin nods enthusiastically, oblivious. "Yes 'really'," he laughs, "It's great. I mean it. Ooh—!" Suddenly, Changmin perks up, like an excited squirrel finding a shit ton of acorns. "Did you write any lyrics?"
Alas.
"Uh." In this situation, Kevin's not really sure what to do. See, when he said he needed to 'finish' the lyrics, he didn't mean literally completing the song. No, that's already pretty much done. So why is Kevin spending several hours cooped up in his studio, claiming that he needs to finish a song?
Because they're fucking embarrassing. The lyrics are embarrassing . Every single time Kevin went over each line, his ears turn hot and everything becomes hot and the room is suddenly a lot warmer and—
Ahem . Basically, that sums it up. Speaking of hot;
Changmin is still very much staring at him, eyes wide, blinking at him expectantly and for fucks sake, he's not even doing anything but he looks so adorable . Kevin genuinely thinks he has a problem. Changmin's just, so, gosh. Maybe it would make a lot of sense later when the very person he was trying to describe wasn't looking at him like that , even when he had zero idea what effect he had on Kevin and he was just being.. him. Changmin, in all his glory; with a slight head tilt, his wide, bambi-like eyes, the gray hoodie engulfing his frame (is that Kevin's?), and headphones still over his ears, like he's fully ready for the song to be played again and again.
Changmin turns to the monitor as he opens up the digital notepad (presumably taking Kevin's silence as a 'no' he was too embarrassed to say. If only he knew), and Kevin's dragged back down to Earth. "What's the song supposed to be about?"
Well. "That's a good question." Fuck, he wasn't actually supposed to say that out loud. That's even worse than asking for the lyrics, damn it.
"So you do have lyrics," Changmin smirks and Kevin dies a little. "Keb, you know I can read you like a book."
Yeah, there was absolutely no way he was going to bounce back from this. Good heroes know when to give up. "It's in a doc," Kevin slumps, "Just open Google. It should be open."
Much to his dismay, Changmin actually listens to him and does exactly that, the doc slowly (and painfully) loading in line by line. The dread seeps in, starting in Kevin's chest and coursing throughout the rest of his body. Yep, this was it. He can feel himself standing before the pearly white gates already. Kevin just closes his eyes and waits for the storm to pass. Maybe this was all a dream. Perhaps he actually did fall asleep on his keyboard and his brain is playing a lucid, twisted practical joke on him. Well, gee. This was not funny. Far from funny, in fact, because the nerves (or the caffeine) buzzing in his hands the more seconds of silence go by feel very much real.
Then Changmin giggles. Well, he lets out one, at least. It's soft. Quiet. As in Kevin one-hundred-percent wouldn't have heard it if the room wasn't dead silent. Still! Changmin's still finding this.. funny, much like the sick programmers of Kevin's nightmares at the moment. Respectfully, what the actual fuck was amusing?
Kevin stares at Changmin for a few seconds, watching as he skims through every word and every line with a growing grin, even more giggles here and there. He's officially going insane; if he wasn't before. "What?" Kevin retorts, ears probably the color of crimson. Okay, sure. He knows the lyrics are embarrassing, but Changmin giggling really was the final straw. Really. "Listen, it's not even done. Seriously, this is just a draft. I already know what you're about to say, so I'm gonna revise it and make it better and more bearabl—"
"No!" Changmin spins around, grabbing both of his hands in his and. Wow. Kevin was expecting anything but that. "You can't," he says, sulking and whining and the works.
Kevin just.. blinks. "Huh?"
Changmin's pout deepens, like whatever he's saying is extremely obvious and even an idiot could understand. "The lyrics, dummy! You don't need to change them," he lets go. Kevin's hands feel colder than they were before. "This is a love song, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Kevin (reluctantly) confirms. Ah. There goes every ounce of secrecy Kevin had sworn to protect of this entire song. To be honest, he's not sure what he was expecting. Actually, wait. Hold on. They make tons of songs about love. Yeah, they do. Even their two latest comebacks were songs about love. This should make it no different from everything else (it is), surely.
"Then what are you even saying? Kev, it's perfect. I was only giggling because," Changmin sucks in a breath, "Okay, fine. It's dorky." Ouch. Straight to the point. "But! But, it's dorky in the cute, endearing way. Like they can make just anyone swoon with just a couple lines. Reading over the lyrics I can just, I don't know, they're so you ?" he laughs, resting his chin down on his folded arms atop the desk's surface and Kevin is more confused than ever. So, Changmin just indirectly called him a dork. But then.. also called him cute? Endearing? He makes him swoon?
"Could be because I wrote them," Kevin jokes and immediately regrets it. Why the fuck did he say that.
Changmin snorts. "No way, seriously?" he says sarcastically, pushing his shoulder. "You know what I mean."
He doesn't. "Uh."
"Like, you know," the latter repeats again out of habit, "Like this song's supposed to be-" Changmin stops. The sight of his face slightly falling only lasts for a split second, but Kevin catches it. He wishes he never did, because he wouldn't have noticed that his smile briefly disappeared. When it returns, it's clearly not the same as all the other ones. "The song's.. a gift. So whenever they'd listen to it, they'd.. think of you. Right?"
"Wait a sec, hold on," Kevin sputters helplessly, desperately trying to do damage control in trying to figure out why or how he made Changmin any in the least bit upset because right now, Kevin feels like fucking shit. His heart aches at the thought of him sad and his brain is spiraling into oblivion in panic and he wants to hold him but he doesn't think he should, in case this is the one time it's, for once, only in Kevin's head and Changmin isn't actually upset. "Well, I never said that exactly, but—"
"Kev, come on." Changmin's turned to fully face him now, looking straight into his gaze yet seeming so.. distant. He's "grinning", supposedly to tease him, but his eyes barely follow with. "Who are you confessing to?"
Fuck. Guess the cat's out of the bag. "I mean! It's not about anyone specifically," Kevin frantically tries to save himself, attempting to downplay the situation (and the rising panic and his chest), "It's just something heartfelt I ended up writing." Somehow, he feels he made the already bad situation a lot worse. He's practically begging to get exposed at this point.
Changmin tilts his head like he's being lied to. "Heartfelt for someone specific?" he says, blatantly ignoring everything Kevin just said. "I know it's not about the fans, I'm not that dense. Is it Jacob hyung? I know.. you guys are really close, right? You guys would be cute together! Show him the song," he shakes his arm out of supposed excitement, but there's a very obvious look of poorly-hidden hurt in his eyes that burns itself into the back of Kevin's conscience and stays there, uncomfortably, like chewed up gum under a desk.
"What? No! Why would it be about him?" Kevin cringes, desperately attempting to push past the sinking feeling in his chest from that look. Jacob was practically a brother to him, and the intent behind this song is sure as hell not supposed to be about bros being bros.
"Fine," Changmin leans back, contradictory to the huge hunch Kevin feels that he definitely doesn't fully believe his answer. Really, it's so obvious it might as well be spelled out in big, bold lettering on the wall. "Sunwoo? He's good at dancing, and the song mentions a lot of it. Aw, you guys are like sun and moon!"
Kevin sighs. He doesn't know if he's relieved to hear that he's completely on the wrong track or if he wants to cry at all these guesses. "Still no, Min."
"Eric?"
"I told you, It's not about anyone spec—"
"—Juyeon? He's a really good dancer, too! But.. does that mean the song's for Chanhee, also? This song's for the both of them? Because, the two of them are kinda—"
You know what? Fuck it.
"It's you! It's about you, okay? Fuck," Kevin wants to scream, running shaking fingers through his hair, "Changmin, it's always been you. I don't know for how long, but things started to become a lot clearer now, and.. I don't know, I just.."
The room is uncomfortably quiet. Honestly, there's never been a time where Kevin's wanted to die more. Yet, for some crazy, inexplicable reason, he keeps going. "Basically, I'm in love with you. And— and.. fuck. I'm sorry. I know this whole thing is probably really awkward for you right now," he digs his palms into his eyes, drawing in a breath. What the fuck was he saying? Does he want Changmin to never talk to him again or something? Like it wasn't enough to write him a love song, but springing an entire feelings declaration on him when he, very clearly, didn't see him the same way just had to be the cherry on top. Wonderful. Yeah, there's no way he's lifting his gaze off of the floor now. All six years of friendship— gone, all because Kevin wanted more. "I can delete the song, don't worry. We don't have to avoid each other, I'll- I'll try. I'll try to stop. I'm sorry."
More silence. Just great.
—Until dainty fingers wrap around his hands, prying them away from his face.
"Wow, you really are stupid," is what Changmin says, with an airy chuckle. What the fuck? No offense or anything, but Kevin's pretty sure he spent the last minute profusely apologizing for falling in love with him and that's what he says?
Thankfully, he seems to catch onto this, and his lazy smile quickly turns into panic. "Oops- I mean! I didn't mean to insult you, I swear! Really!" he cries, lacing their fingers together. "But seriously, though. Was I not being obvious? Or obvious enough?"
Obvious? With wh-
Oh.
Kevin blanks. No, this wasn't reality. No, no, no way. "Uh, no? I guess?"
Changmin groans, but Kevin can tell there's no real malice or actual irritation behind it. "What? No, there's no way." Ha, jinx. "Sunwoo told me I was being way too obvious. Like, that could be Sunwoo just being Sunwoo, but even Juyeon told me the same thing! Juyeon, out of all people! Ugh, I swear," he frowns, shaking his head. "Kev, did you really not pick up on any of those?"
"Pick up?" Honestly, Kevin's just really confused. He's in a conflicted internal battle on whether or not Changmin either likes him back or wants to rip out his guts for ever loving him as more than a friend. " Those? There's multiple?"
"Yes!" Changmin sounds like he's about to cry, "That time we all watched a movie and there was 'no room'? I made that up. I just wanted to sit on your lap," he facepalms, "Or last week, when I brought cookies to your dorm and only gave you the heart-shaped ones? Tagging along whenever Chanhee comes to visit Juyeon in your dorm to see if you were home? Me literally coming into your studio really late at night to spend time alone with you?"
His ears are red. He's staring at him with this gaze— it's soft, a flurry of emotions. He lets out a breathless laugh.
"Geez," Changmin shakes his head, unable to fight the grin on his face. "I'm in love with you too, Kevin."
Oh! Changmin's in love with him too. Cool.
Wait.
Oh my god.
Holy fuck?
Ji Changmin is in love with him?
There's so many thoughts that race through Kevin's brain that they collide with each other and explode. "You don't have to try and force yourself to like me just because the song is about you. It's okay, I get it." For some reason, he still refuses to believe that this is all happening— that Changmin chose him . Changmin, arguably one of the best dancers in their group (and probably of the entire fourth generation as well), the first trainee at their company, extremely versatile, with the most adorable, heart-melting, room-brightening smile in history. Changmin could basically have anyone he wanted. There's no way—
"Kevin," says Changmin, softly, hands coming up to cup his face. Blurred hues of heather peach dust his cheeks and the tips of his nose, endearingly sporting a shy smile upon glossy lips to cover up his nervousness. "It's only ever been you."
And for Changmin, apparently, Kevin was (and is) the center of it all. He finally, fully realizes when he crosses the distance and they meet in the middle.
[ "Not gonna lie, I kinda felt a little nauseous guessing who the song was about."
Kevin hums into the crook of Changmin's neck, hugging his waist tighter. "You guessing that it was about anyone but yourself really.."
"Hey, you didn't respond to any of my very, very obvious signals!" Changmin whisper yells, lightly slapping Kevin on the arm. "How was I supposed to know?"
Kevin shrugs. "You weren't, actually. It was supposed to be a surprise for you before we started the tour," he winces, "I wasn't really expecting to confess to you at three in the morning in my studio, but I kinda, uh, exploded."
"I mean, if you didn't," Changmin flips onto his side, facing him. His bangs fall over his eyes in a way that makes Kevin's heart skip a beat. "I'd have to go through a whole week of imagining you 'dancing the night away' and ''making the world spin slower' with someone else, and I'm not sure I'd psychologically survive that."
"God, please don't quote the lyrics," Kevin groans, dragging his hands down his face. Changmin giggles.
"What? The song is amazing, Kev. Trust me when I say it means the world to me knowing it's about us. Don't be embarrassed."
They're quiet for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry I kind of forced it out of you," comes the younger's voice when Kevin's eyes shut momentarily, all traces of sleep forgotten when he opens them to a frown in front of him. "It wasn't my place. You're not obligated to tell me your business."
Oh. That's. "It's okay," Kevin finds himself speaking after taking the time to process, giving Changmin a smile of reassurance. "I think I kind of needed the courage, anyways. It's pretty hard to tell someone you love them."
He laughs it off. The other doesn't.
Changmin shifts around a bit, steadying himself on his left elbow as he stares back down into Kevin's gaze and he, too, finds himself falling silent again.
"I love you," says Changmin, effortlessly, yet ever so sincere. A breath gets caught in Kevin's throat.
The words on paper, at least, are somewhat familiar. They are— they've said it a bunch of times, platonic. And, perhaps, it's where this feeling started after all. With Changmin standing next to him after a concert or a music show or simply when they were alone together and were just drinking it all in, the words slipping out casually through his lips, his signature grin spreading across his face shortly after. Kevin's heart, then, skipped a beat for the first time; maybe actually the second, maybe actually the thirty-seventh whenever Changmin was involved. Just, the first time he's ever actually noticed it did. He would then say it back, confused with the feeling in his chest when he repeated the sentence. A simple, heartfelt message between friends.
Yet, now, it just felt.. easier. A weight lifted off his chest. Like he's been wanting to say it for so long despite saying it multiple times before. It feels.. different, somehow. It feels nice.
He lets the smile he's been holding back overtake his face, eyes following suit and shaping into half moons.
"I love you, too." ]
"Aren't you worried about them? The tour starts in less than a week and they're still at the company. They don't even want to answer my calls," Chanhee shakes his head, taking another glance at his phone. Nothing.
"You did threaten to kill them," Juyeon supplies as he shuts and locks the front door as quietly as he can, watching Chanhee pace around the kitchen. "I'm worried too, but it's nothing none of us haven't done before."
Chanhee seems to loosen up at that, uptight shoulders relaxing as he settles to lounge on the couch. "I guess you're right, it's just.. I don't know. Those two just love to overwork themselves."
Juyeon nods, reaching for his water bottle on the kitchen counter for where he left it earlier, gaze fixed on Chanhee. "It is before the tour." He wants to say something else, but he grabs nothing. Confused, he tries again. Air . After a few more unsuccessful taps against the counter, the realization dawns on him. Where the fuck is his water bottle?
"And it's just as important for them to take care of themselves," he hears Chanhee huff as he scavenges the rest of the kitchen for the item. He doesn't find it. Literally, where—
Oh. He probably left it in Kevin's room this morning.
Well, Chanhee's still going. "What if they get sick? Or something happens to them? Then we'd have to perform without.."
Juyeon shuffles over to Kevin's room, turning the knob and pushing the door open and— lo and behold, there it was, resting neatly on top of his desk. Thank god. Alright, now to—
He stops. Fast asleep underneath the covers of Kevin's bed is literally Changmin and Kevin. He thinks . Changmin has his head rested neatly under Kevin's chin, too. He thinks they're cuddling. No way.
"..I don't know, Juyo, maybe I'm just overreacting? They're adults. We're adults, they can take care themselves. I just hope they're okay." Chanhee finishes by the time he's back in the living room, taking in a deep breath. Then he furrows his eyebrows when he notices Juyeon's expression. "What?"
And Juyeon simply can't contain his excitement. "Don't worry about it. They're fine."