Hyunjin, feeling increasingly self-conscious as the only virgin left in his group of friends, starts to feel out of place and insecure. After hesitating for a while, he finally gathers the courage to approach Minho, his sarcastic but caring friend...
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The apartment door swung open with a loud thud, the sharp noise echoing through the hallway like a sudden clap of thunder. Hyunjin burst into the shared space, breathless from the walk back but fueled by an energy that seemed impossible for the late hour. The night air had left his cheeks flushed pink, his hair slightly mussed from the cool breeze outside, but none of that slowed him down. His hand was still gripping the spare key Bangchan had given him months ago, for emergencies or nights when he wanted to crash without bothering anyone to let him in.
Bangchan, ever the considerate friend, had made sure Hyunjin felt welcome in the apartment, part of the group, a family in its own chaotic way. Felix and Seungmin had laughed about it at the time, saying Hyunjin basically lived there already with how often he popped by unannounced. But tonight, as Hyunjin crossed the threshold, it felt different. There was a buzz under his skin, a nervous excitement simmering just beneath the surface, and his heart was racing for reasons he hadn't fully processed yet.
"Minho! Minho!" His voice rang out almost immediately, filling the empty space. It was playful but urgent, the way only Hyunjin could manage—half a joke, half an undeniable need for attention. "Minho, Minho, Minho, where are you?"
He moved further into the apartment, kicking off his shoes as he went, leaving a trail of scattered belongings behind him—his jacket slipping off one shoulder, the bag he had slung over one arm dropping carelessly to the floor. He didn't care. There was only one thought on his mind, and it was making him restless.
"Hyung, Minho! Minho!" His voice rose in pitch as he kept calling, pacing through the living room now, a whirlwind of movement. His energy was infectious, even when he was alone, but this time it was tinged with something else. There was a desperation in the way he called out for Minho, a force behind his words that he hadn't quite mastered how to mask yet
In the living room, Minho was draped across the couch, legs lazily crossed, one arm stretched over the backrest. He looked up with a deadpan expression, instantly recognizing the chaos that had just stormed in. He sighed—a deep, dramatic sigh—already bracing himself for whatever ridiculous request was about to leave Hyunjin's mouth. He didn't even bother sitting up. After all, Hyunjin's meltdowns were practically routine by now.
When Hyunjin finally skidded into the room, Minho barely glanced up from his phone, his voice dripping with disinterest. "What is it this time?" he groaned, rolling his eyes as Hyunjin flung himself onto the couch, settling way too close, like a hyperactive puppy with no concept of personal space.
"I need your help," Hyunjin blurted, his tone abruptly dropping into a more serious register, though his eyes still sparkled with that familiar, mischievous gleam.
