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Sometimes, Minhyuk almost forgets what the whole point has always been - they both do, they both falter.
But it takes one look, when everything is said and done and Myungjun's sobs melt into relieved giggles, his hand clasped in Minhyuk's; one glance only, Minhyuk's own teary eyes burning, to know that Myungjun's heart is not any different from his.
And it's so easy to remember.
That what truly matters is Myungjun trying his hardest to make him laugh, his arms around his body, solid and comforting; it is the way they search for each other while singing and dancing and playing a part; it's the jokes that no one can understand but them, and the safety of having their own little world, made of silent affirmations, where others can not enter.
That is the whole point. Always was, always will be. And that's enough.