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The doorbell rings, indicating a guest.
We exchange confused looks. We aren't expecting anyone, or at least I'm not.
However, I get up and go downstairs. Doongie trips me. It's something he always does. Thankfully, I'm not as clumsy as Jisung, who's the cat's next target.
"Ouch." he falls with his face pressed against my back.
I click my tongue as I unlock the door, muttering under my breath. "Idiot."
As soon as it clicks, it opens by itself, revealing no one other than...
Yang Jeongin.
"Minho!" Yang Jeongin jumps into my arms, engulfing me in a warm embrace. It doesn't feel as nice as Han Jisung's. "I missed you so much."
"Me too."
For a few minutes, we stay like that. Then, when he pulls away, he hands me a handful of Anemone yellow flowers. I furrow my eyebrows.
"There was no need, Jeongin."
"They're your favourite."
"They were." I sigh, walking back inside towards the kitchen where Jisung had run off. "Say hi to Jeongin."
"No." the brunette shakes his head, chugging on a glass of water. "I'm shy."
"Cute."
Jeongin steps inside. "who are you talking to?" he looks around behind me.
"Jisung." I point to him with my two hands. "Jisung, this is Jeongin. Jeongin, this is Jisung."
Both boys seem to stare at each other in a weird way before the black haired one simply shrugs and waves his hand.
The brunette is more timid, so he only nods his head.
After a few painful minutes of them simply staring at each other awkwardly, the youngest tugs at my hoodie.
"Minho, can we talk?"
"We should."
With that, we leave into the living room, where a few tissues are scattered across the floor (I cried the whole day yesterday, so me and Jisung stayed in and nestled on the couch).
He clears his throat, patting the sofa. I sit down, not too close.
Doongie The White-To-Ginger Kitten jumps on the spot instead, purring loudly. He's grown a lot.
"Hi, Kitty."
Clearly, he loves the attention he's receiving from my friend.
It doesn't take too long for him to turn his concentration back on me, the main topic here.
"First of all, how've you been? Truly."
"Good." I reply nonchalantly, keeping my stare on the ground. I'm not good.
