COINCIDENCE [KPFF]

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Changbin pulled Minho with himself to their older friend, Chan's room. He pushed the second older to the bed who groaned loudly at the harsh landing.

Chan seemed confused as he raised his head from his laptop, brows furrowed in visible confusion. "This bitch got drunk again. And he's crying too much so watch out."

The older could do nothing but shake his head as he sighed. He knew why he had been crying so much. And he could do nothing about it rather than stay silent.

"So we have to keep awake all night just because of him?" The oldest addressed in more of a question to which the youngest agreed. They both looked at Minho who was beating his legs on the bed with his head on the pillow, sighing again in unison.

He now faced the ceiling, taking a deep breath from his mouth. His eyes were red and his ears too, cheeks flushed and mind swirling. Too many things were flowing in his mind.

When Minho's drunk, there is a big chance that he might do some shit. Like committing arson or something, cutting his hands, raiding someone's house, robbing his own friends or many more things.

And that's why he needs someone to keep an eye on him. This is his inner authentic self, trust me. Even he doesn't know this part of him. But he mostly acts like a four-year-old

"I miss Ji~" He whined again, beating his hands and legs on the bed. The youngest put his hands under the older's armpits, putting him fully on the bed.

I should've gotten paid for all this shit, thought the youngest as he crashed on the bed, beside the older. The older caught hold of the younger and spooned him in his embrace, humming when he felt warmth lighten throughout his body.

He suddenly stood up and walked outside, wanting a glass of water. He carelessly walked to the kitchen, grasping different things.

Once he reached, he tried to look for a glass. "Here." He looked at the source of the voice, he seems so familiar. There stood his chubby-cheeked boyfriend, with a glass in his hand.

He couldn't believe it. He touched him all over, just to hear giggles from the younger. He cracked into a big smile and took the glass, still in shock at seeing his boyfriend in front of him.

"A-Are you real?" The older whispered, not wanting him to go away. The younger smiled as wide as he was smiling, flicking his thumb on the older's cheek. "Yes, I am."

He said with the same intensity as the older did. The older put the glass on the counter and hugged the younger, eyes welling up and his smile never fading.

"It has only been a day but it felt like years.." The older held him tightly, not wanting to let him go and turn him into fiction. The younger exhaled a content breath, feeling the warmth run throughout his body.

Minho was just about to kiss him until Jisung put his finger on the older's lip, giggling again. "No kissing or I'll disappear, okay?" He half nodded and shook his head, not wanting him to go.

He quickly drank water and went into Chan's room, telling him he'll be going. They both were worried that he might have an accident but he made them believe he won't.

He just decided to leave his bike here for some time and walk because he was just a little sober, not much. The male took his jacket and walked out of the house. It was way past midnight right now, around two or three.