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He knows what they’re doing. Hyunjin and Chan. In those seven minutes in that fucking closet.
He knows because he knows who Hyunjin is. Hyunjin is the type to kiss his friends in dark closets during seven minutes in heaven. Or on dance floors in bars at 2am, whispering words like ‘you’ve always been mine, haven’t you, Seungminnie. I’ve wanted to be yours but I don’t think you’d want me to be yours like I do’ before being pulled away by Jisung, who he would catch Hyunjin kissing only half an hour later in the dingy hallway to the bathrooms and feel so nauseous he would have to turn, walk straight out the front doors of the bar and be sick behind a dumpster in the dirty alley next to the bar. Seungmin should know.
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Hyunjin has a habit of kissing his friends. When the bottle lands on Seungmin right after Hyunjin spent seven minutes in heaven kissing none other than Chan, Seungmin doesn't deal with it well. Autistically—and because he's in love with his best friend.