Follow Your Heart

Let's get drunk on our tears.

It was better, though, the next morning. It was easier to face it in the morning when the sun was about to come out. The living room's curtain was pulled back and the first rays of sunlight were entering Shinhyuk's apartment. Yeongjae must have switched off the tv last night and went back to the bed with Shinkhyuk.

Minhyuk stretched a little on the couch and decided to not waste his day sulking. He was dry and warm. He went to go for a run, came back and made some tea and breakfast for himself, Yeongjae and Shinhyuk, as a thank you and an 'I hope you're not that hungover' present.

"Who let me get drunk again?" Shinhyuk groaned, clutching his head as he stared blankly at his green tea.

Yeongjae snorted. "We can't order you around. You are older than us."

"That's right and that's why you are my favourite," Shinhyuk said, patting Yeongjae's hair.

"Hyunggg. That's not fair! He's your soulmate." Minhyuk whined.

Both Yeongjae and Shinhyuk cheeks became red after Minhyuk words.

"Okay, you're my favourite but don't tell Joon that.” Shinkhyuk replied, finishing his tea.

“Hyung are you going to class? I was thinking about going to the studio to practice a little. We can go together.” Minhyuk said, cleaning up the kitchen.

“Min hyung, can I come too? I don't have any class today.” Yeongjae asked cheerfully.

And Minhyuk can never say no to Yeongjae, so they all left after they finished their breakfast.

“Let's get this bread, bitches,” Yeongjae yelled.

“You say that again and I'll beat your ass,” Shinhyuk commented.

“Is there anything you can't do?” Minhyuk panted, as he leaned against the mirror of the studio, watching as Yeongjae danced and sang along to Lost Stars by Adam Levine. They have been practising for more than two hours and it was evening already, and by them, only Minhyuk was practicing.

“You like it hyung? I was thinking about uploading a cover on Soundcloud. I'm really obsessed with this song right now.”

“You really should. I'll probably listen to it all day.” Minhyuk said, smiling softly at Yeongjae.

“Hyung! You should also put up a song, you have an amazing voice.”

“Thanks, Yeongjae, I'll think about it. Let's head home, I'm so tired.” Minhyuk said, standing up and collecting his things from the floor.

After reaching home, Minhyuk took a shower, and since he was in a better mood, he decided he will finish his English paper on the modern age. He even managed to fold the clothes that Kyung had left in his room that day.

He could do this. This would be a funny story to tell his soulmate who was his, who wasn't going to run away; the time he had fallen in love with a person called Kyung who didn't even like him back, a person with the red thread he could see, just like his own, who rejected him so then he could find his happily ever after. It would be great. They'd tell it cuddled together on the couch, and he would have an arm wrapped around Minhyuk's shoulder and smile at him like he was the best, and he wouldn't have long dark hair and two different types of eyelids, one mono and one double eyelid.