Cursed Love | HyunChan & HyunHo

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The cool night air envelopes the terrace, and Minho stands there, his gaze fixed on the starry canvas above. He seems lost in contemplation, a solitary figure bathed in the soft glow of the terrace lights. The ethereal illumination paints delicate shadows across his face, adding an enigmatic quality to his features. It's in this serene and introspective moment that Minho decides to reach out to Hyunjin.

His voice, a soothing melody in the quietude of the night, carries a gentle invitation as he says, "Hyunjin, can you join me on the terrace for a moment? I'd like to talk."

Hyunjin receives the call with a mixture of intrigue and curiosity. It's not unusual for Minho to seek solace and conversation under the night sky. His footsteps, nearly soundless against the polished wooden floor, carry him effortlessly to the terrace. With each step, he ventures deeper into the dark allure of the night.

As he steps onto the terrace and sees Minho, his lips instinctively curve into a warm and familiar smile. It's a smile that speaks volumes about the bond they share, a silent reassurance of comfort in each other's presence. Hyunjin's heart swells with affection for his beloved, and he moves closer, eager to share in whatever thoughts or concerns Minho has on his mind.

However, Hyunjin's smile vanishes as quickly as a fleeting starburst when his eyes land upon Chan, who's also present on the terrace. Chan's presence there is an unexpected and disconcerting surprise. Hyunjin's brow furrows with confusion and concern, his gaze shifting between Minho and Chan, searching for answers in the charged atmosphere that envelops them.

The air seems heavy with unspoken tension, and Hyunjin can't suppress the apprehension that swells within him. His voice, a reflection of his unease, trembles slightly as he finally musters the courage to ask, "What's happening?"

The tension on the terrace grows more palpable as Minho and Chan exchange a brief, knowing glance. Minho, his expression a blend of seriousness and concern, motions for Hyunjin to sit beside them. Hyunjin, though uncertain, obliges, taking a seat with a sense of unease settling in his chest.

Minho leans in closer to Hyunjin, his voice maintaining its gentle yet serious tone. He speaks with a purpose that's evident in every word, saying, "Hyunjin, what I'm about to ask you is important, and I need you to listen carefully and answer honestly."

Hyunjin, now deeply puzzled and somewhat anxious, nods hesitantly. "Alright," he replies, his voice laced with uncertainty as he prepares himself for what's to come.

Minho takes a deep breath, as if bracing himself for the weight of the question he's about to pose. His gaze, unwavering and sincere, meets Hyunjin's, and he asks, "Hyunjin, are you adopted?"

Hyunjin's eyes widen in disbelief, and for a brief moment, he can't process the question. He feels as though the world around him has shifted, leaving him in a state of confusion. He blurts out, his voice tinged with incredulity, "What? You're joking, right? Why on earth would you ask that? I'm not adopted."

Chan, who has been observing Hyunjin's reaction closely, decides to add his voice to the conversation. His tone is earnest and carries a sense of gravity as he says, "Hyunjin, please understand that this is not a joke. There are reasons we need to know the truth."

Hyunjin's bewilderment deepens, and he continues to look between Minho and Chan, his mind racing to make sense of the situation. The weight of their words hangs heavy in the air, and he can't escape the feeling that there's something more to this question than meets the eye.

Hyunjin's voice trembles with a mix of confusion and disbelief as he responds, "But I'm being honest, I'm not adopted. Why on earth do you ask me that?" His eyes dart between Minho and Chan, searching for some logical explanation for this bizarre question.