StarryChan_97
Minho rolled his eyes, a quiet huff leaving him. His lips curved as always, hands lifting up lazily to sign.
You're being dramatic.
"Am not," Chan shot back almost immediately, nudging his shoulder. "You're nice to everyone, you help everyone, you-" he paused, quieter now, "you actually give a shit about me."
He watched as Minho stilled at that, neither of them moving for a moment.
Then Minho signed a little slower, hands lifting slower this time.
Of course I do.
Chan smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
His chest seized.
A sudden strangled cough broke through his chest. He turned away quickly, bringing his sleeve up to over his mouth, shoulders tensing as he tried to stifle it.
"I'm good," he managed. "Don't worry."
But Minho was already reaching for him.
When Chan finally pulled his sleeve back, his fingers tightened around something small.
A petal.
He closed his hand around it before Minho could see.
"...Told you," Chan said lightly, turning back with a faint smile.
"I'm fine."