True Blue 🎸 yungi [▶]

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Yunho and Jongho exchanged glances.

They shouldn't have to wonder.

"SeongJoong couple happy ending?" Jongho's comment was uncertain.

Yunho nodded. Still feeling a bit melancholic. Were they happy? What about Mingi? Even though being happy meant the possibility of Seonghwa and Mingi getting back together was slim, but...

"You should rest." Yunho then walked away from near Hongjoong's room where they had been eavesdropping earlier.

Jongho quickly left the dark corner before hearing the couple's activities in the room further. "What do you think it means, hyung? Could Mingi hyung come back?"

Yunho turned to look at Jongho with a blank expression.

"I don't know. Mingi has already talked to the manager and I'm not sure his condition will be the same, we all—except for Hongjoong hyung—have known for a long time that Mingi truly loves Seonghwa hyung." The sentence hung in Yunho's troubled mind.

"Hyung is right—" Jongho suddenly coughed. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips. Yunho quickly took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corner of his brother's mouth.

"You should rest." Yunho supported Jongho, but when they reached the stairs, Jongho released himself from Yunho's embrace.

"Hyung must be worried about him, right? I'm fine. Hyung must have wanted to look for him since earlier."

Yunho stared at Jongho, not understanding.

"Come on, don't pretend to be dumb. Everyone in this world knows hyung's IQ is higher than mine."

Yunho remained steadfast in his way of looking at Jongho. Full of confusion.

"Do you mean, I should look for Mingi?" He carefully spelled out his question as he looked at his handkerchief stained with Jongho's blood. He looked at it hesitantly.

"Besides, I'll be fine after taking some medicine and reading a bit about FC SEOUL news." Jongho chuckled comfortably, almost not hindered by his painful heavy voice. Even just to be heard.

Yunho countered Jongho's chuckle with a smile, "Okay," then turned around. He took his black leather jacket and motorcycle gloves. Jongho watched Yunho smoothly put on his gear one by one.

"Bye, Jjong!"

Yunho's black helmet was tightly gripped. Before he reached the exit door, Jongho caught up to him.

"Hyung might need this."

Yunho looked at the white helmet held by Jongho.

"Yes, thank you. I'm off."

Jongho nodded.

And the tall figure blurred from his round eyesight.