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"I want to go out."
Gunhee's half whined statement makes Changkyun look up from his book. Minhyuk's sitting on the carpet, using the center table to do a project for his Visual Arts college. Jooheon's sprawled on the couch, videogame control on his hands, playing like there's no tomorrow. Hyungwon's sleeping, Kihyun's out doing grocery shopping and only god knows where's Hoseok.
"What?"
"Go out." Gunhee says again, not bothering to look up from his lying spot at Minhyuk's side.
"Like, to drink?" Jooheon speaks up, but his eyes don't leave the TV.
"I don't know."
"Hyunwoo will be back tomorrow." Minhyuk decides to pop up on the talk, and Changkyun hums in agreement. "We could wait and then go out with everybody."
"But I want it today." Gunhee whines, childish. "I'm bored. It's been a week that Hyunwoo's out and we did absolutely nothing while he was gone."
"Nobody wanted to burn down the house or be arrested before he came back." Changkyun observes. The older gives him a pointed look. "I mean, you know how he is. Don't kill each other while I'm out, don't try to show your cooking skills on my kitchen, etcetera."
Gunhee scrunches up his nose.
"It's not my fault Wonho can't cook for his life!"
Minhyuk sighs. Jooheon rolls his eyes. Changkyun puts down his book.
"Okay."
The other three look at him immediately. Gunhee's eyes are wide and hopeful.
"Wait, like, seriously?"
"Yeah, I don't see why not."
Jooheon groans.
"Don't go by his crazy head, I.M. You won't even know what hit you before the shit's already made."
He ignores Gunhee's offended 'Hey!' and Minhyuk's laughter. Changkyun smiles at them and shakes his head playfully.
"Why don't you come with us, then?"
"Uh?" Jooheon actually pauses the game to look at him. Changkyun considers it as a victory ― the older's one of the hardest people to let go of the videogame when someone's talking to him.
"I mean, then you can keep an eye on Gun." he shrugs, ignoring Gunhee's complaints about how everyone's against him and how that's completely unfair. "To make sure he won't put himself in trouble."
"To make sure he doesn't drag you down with him, you mean." Jooheon winks. "I'm in."
Gunhee's actually happy to have people to go out with him, so he's smart enough to stop any snarky remarks that must be going through his mind from escapring from his lips. The three of them immediately stare at Minhyuk, who shakes his head in disbelief.
"No way. Not everybody's irresponsible like you guys – no offense, Changkyun –, and I need to finish my project anyway."
Jooheon rolls his eyes again. Gunhee mutters 'workaholic' under his breath. Changkyun nods comprehensively. Minhyuk looks at him with fake suffering features.
"Good luck with these two, you'll need it."
Changkyun laughs it off when both Jooheon and Gun make surprised noises of offense ― something along the lines of 'I'm trying to help here!' and 'You're hurting my feelings, hyung!'.
"I'm serious." Minhyuk shakes his head, but he's smiling too, so it's not a big deal. "Don't let them start any fight, ok? Call me if you need."
"Okay."
It can't be that hard, can it?
Changkyun regrets his poor life choices as soon as they reach the nightclub It's too small, too crowded, and he can feel the smell of alcohol by distance. He scrunches up his nose, not happy at all, looking at his friends. Gunhee seems radiant for not being alone, and, although Jooheon seems a little bit bored, his eyes lit up when he notices where they're heading to.
"Is that the club Hoseok told us about?"
"Yup!" Gunhee smiles, full of white teeth, and Changkyun feels a little uneasy. "The one and only."
"You're sure that it's not dangerous?" he asks, because, honestly, with Wonho, you can never be sure about anything. "I mean, I thought we were going to buy pizza or anything, not go to a party in the middle of nowhere."
Both the older males stare at him like a second head had burst through his neck. Changkyun blushes. It's in moments like this that he remembers he's the younger and not the contrary ― that he should be the one doing stupid shit and they should be the ones trying to make him think straight.
Well, not his fault at all. Changkyun doesn't find anything funny about being drunk and doing every stupid decision that comes to his mind.
"It's safe, ok?" Gunhee assures him, and although his smile's a bit forced, there's fondness in his voice, softness in his eyes. "Just don't accept anything from strangers. Not even the ones working at the bar."
Changkyun wasn't planning on drinking anyway, but he's grateful for the advice. Jooheon puts a protective arm around his shoulders, giving him a comforting smile.
"Don't worry about it, we're not going to let anything happen to you."
"Remember me that I should never, ever, follow you again, please." Changkyun mumbles under his breath. "And that I should hear Minhyuk more."
Everything was fine until Gunhee decided that he didn't want to lose all the fun of dancing with strangers just because his friends didn't want to go with him; then, he let Changkyun and Jooheon talking in a side table and took something to drink. The younger didn't think anything about it and neither did Gunhee's best friend, because they thought it only meant he was going to drink until he couldn't see straight, make out with a random stranger and then be carried away by both of them to their home ― because it was going to be too late for them to call Minhyuk.
Of course it didn't happen that way.
Gunhee didn't come back after an hour or two and Jooheon started to worry. Changkyun didn't have any other subject that didn't involve his endless books and was starting to get worried as well. He said to the older that they could split up to try and find Gunhee; and return to the table ― the meeting point ― in twenty minutes.
It didn't go well.
"How could I know that there was something in the drink?" Gunhee groans when Jooheon trips over his feet, a pure giggling mess, almost making the three of them fall on the pavement. "He should know better than just take it and drink it!"
"You didn't tell him that it was a gift!"
"It's not my fault he took it without asking!"
Changkyun sighs. Things are already bad enough without them fighting over whose fault it is that Jooheon ended up high. Honestly, he just wants to get back home, make sure his friend is okay and only wake up when Hyunwoo's home again. Hyunwoo'll know what to do.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"I love you, guys." Jooheon grins widely, arms around both Gunhee and Changkyun, squeezing them from time to time. His feet are practically useless and he smells like sweat and candy. "I love you so, so much."
Changkyun feels a little uncomfortable with all this intimacy. Sure, Jooheon's always touchy with his friends, but he actually tries to let everyone ok with it when he's feeling particularly clingy ― drunk, he doesn't seem to mind too much about it, holding on his friends for dear life, all giggles and smiles full of dimples.
"Ignore him, if it will make you feel less awkward." Gunhee tries to push his best friend against him, easing the weight on Changkyun's shoulders. "He got better when we started to hang out with the other guys, I'm used to carrying him around when he gets like this."
"Oh."
The bit of information about his friend's past is a surprise to Changkyun. He's not hanging out with them for this long ― it's been barely eight months ―, but it still surprises him to notice how much they welcomed him to the group, how much they trust him. He never thought about it until now. Jooheon was the first to approach him, known in the rap underground, welcoming Changkyun with open arms, suggesting for them to freestyle together and helping with everything that yhe younger, being a newbie in the scene, didn't knew.
Gunhee was the next, being Jooheon's best friend and not always friendly towards the new member of the group. Changkyun thought at first that Gunhee didn't like him ― it wasn't hard to think so, with the way the boy treated him ―, and everything was awkward for a while, until someone decided to try and mess with Changkyun and Gunhee stood up for him. They never talked about it, but things got better after the older approved him; it was how Changkyun ended up meeting the rest of the group.
Shownu ― or Hyunwoo ―, the professional dancer and their leader on his free hours; Hoseok, model for fun, who likes to fight more than he likes to admire himself in the mirror during the morning; Minhyuk, student of Visual Arts and ocasional voice of reason; Kihyun, who likes to cook and keep the peace in the house, and Hyungwon, who likes to talk about absolutely everything and sleeps a lot.
Changkyun doesn't know what he did to deserve being with people clearly so good to each other, but he's not gonna waste his chance of being part of it.
He's not gonna mess it up.
"You know, it's been a while since I saw him so out of it." Gunhee speaks up again when Jooheon throws his head back, mumbling about stars and how beautiful they are. "They must've put something strong in that – what the hell?!"
Jooheon pushes Changkyun out of the way and stumbles on Gunhee's feet. It's too fast, and all Changkyun knows it's that in a moment he's helping Gunhee to carry Jooheon and, in the next, he's sprawled out on the pavement, the world spinning around him. He can hear Gunhee cursing loudly, Jooheon whining and a feminine voice calling them names and saying something along the lines of how they 'fucked up everything!'. Then, high heels on the floor, and Gunhee shouting words that would make even Shownu blush ― and leave Hoseok proud, probably.
Changkyun tries to sit and whimpers when pain shots up from his head to all of his nerves. Gunhee's at his side in the next moment.
"Everything okay?"
I think I hit my head, he thinks, but, instead, mumbles 'Yeah, 'm ok'. The older helps him to sit properly, touching his head and shoulders to try and search for any injury.
"What was that?" Changkyun shies away from him, looking at Jooheon, who's still mumbling non-sense, sitting against the wall of a residencial building.
"A crazy lady, I don't know." Gunhee scrunches up his nose. "Jooheon got in the way, actually. She threw something at him and ran."
Changkyun's eyes widen. Gunhee seems to notice his worry and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. It's a comforting act.
"Don't worry. It was just a bunch of ashes, I checked it."
"Love you, guys." Jooheon laughs a little, again, and rubs his eyes. "Love, love, love..."
Gunhee cringes, but Changkyun smiles before trying to stand. The older helps him without any remark about his shaky legs, and they sit each at one of Jooheon's sides; who immediately engulfs both on his arms, singing a friendly song in a high-pitched voice.
"I think we should call Minhyuk." Gunhee mumbles, his head on his best friend's shoulder.
"He'd kill us."
"Call Hoseok, then." the older rubs his fingers against Jooheon's face carefully, trying to clean up the ashes on his skin. "He'd be very proud if we make up a story about an epic fight and how you saved the night."
"By doing what?" Changkyun laughs and Jooheon leans against him, murmuring quietly about wanting a plushie of Wazowski. "We're not even hurt, Gun. He'd know in the moment we stepped inside his car."
"You're a killjoy, buddy." Gunhee's word don't carry any resentment or cruelty. "Want to hear Jooheon start singing Disney songs? You're not going to sleep at night, I guarantee you. Stop talking, start calling."
Changkyun smiles, but decides he doesn't want to test his luck.
He dials Hoseok's number.
*
"Don't let Jooheon sleep in the couch or Kihyun will freak out completely."
Gunhee's statement comes a little too late, as Changkyun already let the older lie on the couch, cuddling himself and not seeming to mind about the ashes still on his clothes and hair. Hoseok rolls his eyes at the mess, barely hiding his amusement.
"Let him sleep, you can clean up later."
"Me?!" Gunhee's eyes widen. "Why?!"
"Guilty is written all over your face." Hoseok smiles sheepishly. "And, honestly, nobody would believe you if you tried to blame Changkyun."
"Ouch." Gunhee puts a hand over his heart dramatically. "You hurt my feelings here, hyung."
Changkyun smiles shyly, unsure about how he should feel. He doesn't know if they're just joking or if there's a little bit of truth in their words. Hoseok notices his awkward staring and smiles softly.
"Go to sleep, kid. Gun and I can take care of this."
He nods, but waits until Gunhee looks and him and rolls his eyes, waving his hands and making a sign for him to do what Wonho told him to. Only then Changkyun smiles and waves goodbye, heading towards his room.
He only wants to sleep and forget this awful, awful night.
*
A scream wakes Changkyun up. He feels his heart hammering against his ribcage, his head spinning. He stumbles out ot the bed and hits his leg on the way, cursing loudly. He meets Kihyun on the corridor ― wide-eyed, paranoid Kihyun, who's probably thinking the worst ― and they share a worried look while running to the living room.
"Jooheon, that's not funny anymore! Come out!"
It's Gunhee's voice, and he sounds distressed. A bad feeling installs itself on Changkyun's guts, and he enters the room already waiting for something ― he doesn't know exactly what, but he waits for it. Certainly, it's not to find the place absolutely clean and Gunhee in the middle of it, looking completely desperate.
Kihyun has confused features when he stares at the boy, rushing to his side.
"What happened? What was that with the yelling?"
Gunhee's pale as a sheet, his lips trembling, and Changkyun fears that he'll end up falling. Kihyun seems to have the same thing in mind, as he holds the other gently and helps him to sit on the couch.
"I woke up early to check him up. I thought – I thought he was probably going to be with a hell of a hangover, you know? And Shownu comes home today. You know how much he hates to find out we did stupid shit while he was out, and I didn't want Jooheon to feel bad for going with me and Changkyun." Gunhee rubs his face in frustration. "But he wasn't – his clothes are here, but he's not, and his keys are on the kitchen? I don't fucking know. If that's just a joke, I swear to fucking god that I'll –"
"Why are you guys awake that early and interrupting people's sleep? Are we killing each other yet?"
The three of them react at the same time, looking up to find Hoseok leaning on the wall that leads to their rooms. He's only using boxers, his hair's like a bird's nest, eyes red from the lack of sleep and features twisted in anger. He surely as hell looks like he could kill someone.
Kihyun's still confused, Gunhee's ready to freak out completely. Changkyun really doesn't want to keep testing his chances like that, so he decides to explain.
"Jooheon's missing." he says.
Hoseok doesn't even blink.
"His keys –"
"Are on the kitchen." Gunhee interrupts, inhaling slowly. "I checked all the others. The only one that's not there is Hyunwoo's."
The idea for every one of them to have a different key to enter the house was from Minhyuk; he said it'd be useful in case someone wanted to know which of them was home, and in case someone lost their keys, they'd know who should pay for the new ones. It kind of got official after Shownu started to check out the keys to know if they were all home before four in the morning ― Changkyun wasn't with them yet, but Hyungwon seemed glad to help him to adapt at the key thing.
Hoseok seems to consider the new information, a frown slowly forming into his features. Kihyun rubs Gunhee's back comfortingly and Changkyun feels awkward for not knowing what to do. He never experienced something like this, he doesn't know if they're all losing it because it's the first time that it happens or if it happens from time to time and it means that something's very, very wrong. He doesn't know how he should feel about it.
"Did you call him?"
Gunhee nods, but doesn't seem to find his voice to answer properly. Kihyun presses his lips together in a thin line and, while Hoseok furrows his eyebrows together, pushes the boy closer, giving him a hug. Changkyun shifts uncomfortably on his feet before approaching the bunch of clothes on the floor ― now that he looks carefully, closer, they really are the ones that Jooheon was using yesterday. The phone's on his jeans' pocket, with a thousand missed calls from Gunhee glowing in the screen. A strange feeling boils inside him, anxiety crawling in his veins.
"He wouldn't go out without clothes." Hoseok crosses his arms stubbornly, but Changkyun can see his hands shaking, can notice how his shoulders are tense. "Even if he got out by the window, Jooheon probably took new clothes with him."
"He didn't!" Gunhee pushes Kihyun away, startling the boy, who looks at him with wide eyes. "I cheked it, okay? Twice! There's nothing missing! Not a pair of shoes, not a hat, nothing!"
"Then check it again!" Hoseok throws his arms up. "Check yours, too! There must be something missing!"
"Guys." Kihyun tries to hold Gunhee in place, his voice pleading. "Please, we shouldn't fight, we –"
"My best friend's missing, this asshole's telling me that I just didn't search right, and you're trying to say that –"
"Who's missing?"
Gunhee shuts up immediately. Hoseok pales. Kihyun closes his eyes tight and inhales sharply. Changkyun watches them, Jooheon's cellphone still on his hands, silently panicking. Minhyuk looks at each one of them, confusion and worry all over his features, and, once he fixes his eyes on Jooheon's clothes all on the floor, his lips lose their color.
"Why are Jooheon's clothes on the floor?" he looks at Gunhee first, but, when the boy turns away, he immediately clings to Hoseok. "Wonho? Kihyun? Guys? Where's him?"
Minhyuk's voice is high-pitched, already on the verge of panic, and Changkyun cringes internally. Oh, boy, they're going to be in deep shit when Hyunwoo gets back from his competition ― Jooheon's missing, both Gunhee and Minhyuk are freaking out, Hoseok's angry with the world and it's not even ten in the morning yet.
"We don't –"
"Guys."
Hyungwon's tone is surprisingly frustrated ― it drawns the attention of every body in the room, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. His features are hard, his hair a total mess, but his arms are crossed and he doesn't seem like someone who got out of the bed less than five minutes ago. Changkyun tenses up, already waiting for the other to be mad about Jooheon's disappearing as well, but, in the end, Hyungwon's complaints have nothing to do with it.
"Honestly, I know all of you love children, don't mind me, I love them too, but why the hell did you adopt one? Does Hyunwoo even know about it? He'll skin us alive if he doesn't, and kill all of us if it's somebody's kid." Hyungwon stares at them for a moment, and then his frown deepens. "Where's Jooheon? And why his clothes are all on the floor?"
They all look at each other, completely lost on each other's subject, until Changkyun slowly stands, Jooheon's phone safely guarded in his hands. Hyungwon immediately turns his attention towards their maknae, but Changkyun finds the courage to ask him first.
"I’m sorry but did you – did you say kid?"
Hyungwon blinks, not entirely surprised.
"Yeah. The boy on my bed. Is he yours?" a funny look crosses his features for a moment. "Don't get me wrong, Changkyun, but he looks more like Wonho. I mean, he's barely two feet tall and found a way to claim the whole bed! I woke up with him kicking me out."
Changkyun's legs feel like jelly. He looks at Hoseok and Minhyuk, but the first's squinting his eyes at Hyungwon, and the second's still too shocked to say anything. Gunhee's not any better, seeming almost catatonic, and Kihyun gets the despair on Changkyun's eyes barely a second after the younger looks at him, silently pleading for help.
He clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence.
"Uh, Hyungwon, we – none of us adopted a kid."
The information takes time to sink in. Then, Hyungwon's eyes widen almost comically.
"Then who the fuck is the kid sleeping on my bed?!"
None of them knows ― but they'll need to find out. Fast. Preferably before Hyunwoo gets back home, and with time enough for them to find Jooheon and drag him back.
At this point, Changkyun should know better than hope.
"Is he dead?"
"Don't be stupid, he's breathing, look."
"But what if he's, like, a zombie or something of sort?"
"Stop watching fiction before you sleep, man."
"Oh."
"Fine."
"... An alien, then?"
"I'll kill both of you if you don't shut the –"
"His eyes seem a lot like Jooheon's, don't they?"
Gunhee's half stated half asked comment makes all of them shut up. He's staring at the kid almost without blinking since they entered the room ― Changkyun would find it a bit creepy if it wasn't for the fact that he and the other boys are doing exactly the same thing. But, now that he said it... The boy's eyes have exactly the same shape as Jooheon's. His nose's tiny, his lips almost heart-shaped and, when he mumbles and groans in his sleep, deep dimples show off on his chubby cheeks.
The realization hits Changkyun like a punch on his guts.
"Oh, god." Minhyuk voices his thoughts, 'full panic' written all over his face. "Oh my god, Jooheon has a kid. My – oh, my – Hyunwoo's gonna kill him! Hyunwoo's gonna kill us all!"
"I didn't even know he has a girlfriend." Hoseok frowns. "Or had, whatever."
"Maybe they broke up before she knew." Hyungwon scratches his neck. "It happens, you know."
"Why wouldn't he tell me?" Gunhee doesn't take his eyes off the kid.
It's a delicate subject. All of them look at Kihyun, because he's the less likely to fuck things up, and nobody really wants to leave the boy bitter over Jooheon ― sure, the bastard deserves, for not telling them anything about having a son, but he's still their friend, and they're not leaving him for it.
"Maybe he was scared. Or ashamed. Maybe he thought you were going to judge him."
"I'm his best friend." Gunhee's hands close into fists. "I've known him since he was, like, five. He should've told me."
Changkyun presses his lips together, and Kihyun's at a loss of words. Even Hoseok seems a bit troubled, his shoulders tensing more and more at every moment that passes. Changkyun feels bad.
"We should wait 'til the kid wakes up." Hyungwon suggests softly. "Maybe he'll know where –"
The boy stirs suddenly, whining, and he immediately shuts up. All of them take a step back, eyes wide, almost not breathing at all. They watch in awe while the boy ruffles through the sheets, mumbling quietly, and even Hoseok seems a bit terrified when he sits up, hair sticking up to all sides, eyes slightly puffy from sleeping too much, blinking slowly. None of them dares to breath, even less to try and approach him. Only after a while ― maybe two minutes or so ― the kid seems to notice them staring.
His confused face's exactly like Jooheon's. It's a bit creepy, even if it's cute. Minhyuk's the first to take a step closer, his movements slow under the wary gaze of the boy, and he doesn't try to sit at the end of the bed. It's a smart move, Changkyun notices, because, by the way the boy clutches the sheets closer to his chest, it's not hard to notice that he's scared. Like, a lot scared.
"Hey." Minhyuk's voice is small, almost too soft, but seems to work on the kid, because his shoulders relax a little. "Do you know where you are?"
The boy looks at them again, then takes a good look at the room. His small hands squeeze the pillow he 'borrowed' from Hyungwon and, when he shakes his head in denial, Changkyun needs to resist the urge to hug him. Oh, god, Jooheon's kid is cute.
"Oh." Minhyuk blinks, surprised.
Well, if somebody let the kid here, the person did a shitty job at telling him that it's his father's house ― and probably his, too, from now on, but Changkyun doesn't want to think about it yet.
"Do you mind telling us how old you are?" Hoseok approaches too, less awkward than Minhyuk, and the boy shakes his head again before smiling proudly at him.
Changkyun hears someone taking a sharp breath at his side, and he's sure that it's Kihyun trying not to pass out. He almost smiles. Almost. Gunhee remains silent, watching the kid carefully.
When the boy holds up two fingers, however, they freeze. Minhyuk pales, his eyes widening. Wonho's mouth hangs open. Changkyun leans on the wall, his legs too shaky to keep him up, and Kihyun groans. But then, before they can start talking again, the kid frowns and adds a third finger. Then, a fourth. Then gets back to two. And five. Four. His scowl deepens.
"He..." Kihyun bites his lips enough to draw blood. "He doesn't know how old he is?"
"Oh, shit."
They're too shocked to scold Gunhee for cursing in front of a child, and even less prepared to deal with him suddenly going straight forward, holding the boy's shoulders and pushing him to see his back. The kid shrieks at the same time that Minhyuk screams and Hoseok yells at him to let the boy go. Kihyun's finally freaking out.
"Stop that! You're going to hurt him!"
"I swear to god that I'll kill you if you do!"
"Gunhee! Let him go!"
Although Hoseok's trying to take him away from the kid by force while Minhyuk and Hyungwon try to free the boy, Gunhee apparently finds whatever he was searching for, his face paling all of a sudden. And, before they finally take the kid from him, he opens his mouth and screams:
"Jooheon!"
Everybody stops at the same time. Hoseok stops trying to punch him, Minhyuk backs off, Hyungwon freezes, Changkyun keeps watching them from distance. Kihyun shuts up, and even the boy stopped screaming, looking at Gunhee with wide eyes instead.
A moment of silence passes before, slowly, Gunhee frees the kid. The boy doesn't try to run away from him like Changkyun was kind of expecting him to do ― but, when Kihyun comes closer, he holds him for dear life, his eyes never leaving the boy in front of him. Hoseok smacks Gunhee's head immediately after, and the younger moans in pain.
"What was that for?! Did you want to scare him to death?!"
Gunhee rubs his head before shaking it in denial. His eyes are still fixed on the kid, but now there's something different on his features.
"He fell of a tree once." Gunhee says lowly, like he's testing the words on his mouth before letting them slip through his lips. "He was four and loved to do exactly what his mother told him not to. It didn't end well, he – he hit his head and his back. He needed stitches later, but the cut on his back didn't heal properly and left a scar on the right side."
Changkyun takes a deep breath and approaches Kihyun and the kid. The boy watches him warily for a moment before switching back to Gunhee. Changkyun ruffles his hair with trembling fingers, barely touching it at all, too scared to try and and take the risk of startling or hurting him. From the angle the kid's lying against Kihyun he can see his back and a big, nasty scar on the right side.
Oh. Oh.
"Ok, so the kid has four years." Hoseok's eyes stare at the scar for a moment before he turns to look at Gunhee, still too pissed off with him to be able to grasp what the younger really means. "Why does it matter? How the fu – he – how do you know that?!"
It's kind of funny to watch Wonho trying not to curse in front of a child. If it wasn't for the situation, Changkyun and the others would probably be laughing at him.
"Look." Gunhee swallows dry, rubbing his neck uncomfortably. A faint pink takes his cheeks. "That's going to sound really weird, but... Just – hear me, okay?"
Minhyuk pinches Hoseok's sides and they share a look. Hyungwon approaches Kihyun and takes a good look at the kid. Changkyun bites the inside of his cheeks and watches them cautiously. Finally, Hoseok groans and squints his eyes at Gunhee.
"Fine. Shoot."
"I think it's not his kid. It's him. It's Jooheon."
Changkyun barely has time to breath before Minhyuk blacks out.
Oh, well.
And he thought a hangover was going to be the worst of his problems.