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Rosemary scented blanket burritos

It's been just over a month since Jisung showed up on Minho's doorstep.

Minho hasn't had time to freak out about what happened with Jisung, with how busy he has been at work having to rearrange his under 18s choreography now that Jinni is out. On top of all of his normal classes, meetings with the other studio owner and usual responsibilities.

It's not just him though, everybody has been more busy than usual and poor Jeongin caught a nasty flu from one of his kindergarteners.

So Minho has spent every night of the last week driving over to Jeongin and Seungmin's apartment after his last class of the day to bring him food and medicine and just to generally check up on him.

He's not the only one, the whole gang might not have been able to make time for each other the last few weeks but they've all managed to make time for Jeongin, sometimes passing each other like ships in the night.

Chan was there last night when Minho showed up. He seemed surprised to see Minho.

"God Hyung, you don't need to bring me food every night, I'm fine," Jeongin whined.

"That's a bold faced lie Mr Yang." Minho replies, ignoring the exasperated groan from the young man, currently wrapped up in a burrito blanket on the couch, Chan sat cross legged on the floor in front of him.

Seungmin was rarely home these days anymore, but made a point to stay at Changbins while Jeongin was sick after he heard him vomit once and then promptly did the same.

"See Channie, I don't need you to stick around, Minho shows up every single night, he's so annoying I just want to be left alone. Besides I'm feeling great now, I've told work I'm going back tomorrow." Jeongin said to Chan who hums in response.

Minho goes in to the kitchen to tidy up and prepare the food he brought ober.

"Would you like a bowl?" He asks Chan, who has materialised in front of him.

"No thanks, I'm heading off in a minute." Minho nods, pulling out only one bowl.

"Have you really been here every night Minho? Felix told me that he was thinking of offering to take over one of your classes because things have been so hectic. So you've been working yourself to the bone and doing this every night?" Chan asks, eyebrows furrowed wearing a worried expression on his face.

"I won't allow it. I already told him no. Felix has his streaming schedule and videos to edit, I don't need his help."

"You know Jisung wouldn't mind editing Felix's videos," Chan tries to sound casual mentioning Jisung's name but Minho still flinches.

"Speaking of..."

Here we fucking go.

They have all been busy but Minho may have also been trying to avoid everybody too, or at least trying to avoid their nosy questions.

"Jisung mentioned that you guys were texting again, that's good, right?" Chan very nonchalantly says as though the time between Minho and Jisung's last text was only a few weeks and not almost 2 years.

Minho is not stupid.

Chan wants Mimho to think that he knows what happened that night, but Minho knows that Chan doesn't know and Chan doesn't know that Minho knows that Chan doesn't know.

Usually, one look from Chan is all it takes for Jisung to crumble and tell him everything and anything Chan wants to know.

But Minho knew for a fact Jisung hasn't spilled.

This is a performance.

What Minho actually doesn't know, is what Chans real agenda is because it has to be more than wanting the gossip and frankly, he doesn't have the psychological bandwidth to deal with this right now.