It was an unproductive afternoon on a Sunday. Only once he heard knocks on the door did Chan remember he had actually forgotten to lock it. He sat up on the bed, cursing under his breath for being interrupted. (And he was just about to fall asleep, too.)

"It's open, come in!" Chan yelled, waiting to see who'd enter. The door swung open and Minho stood there, allowing space for another person to enter.

"What are y'all doing here?" Chan asked, not bothering to get out of the bed.

"I don't want to associate with you but since Minho called me, I got no choice." Jisung rolled his eyes, standing beside Minho. "Why are you on Felix's bed? Creep."

"Because I love him. Got a problem?" Chan retorted, now sitting cross-legged.

Jisung snorted at the response, "So you finally accept it, coward."

"Shut up, short squirrel." Chan chuckled upon seeing Jisung glare at him. "But Minho called you here? That's surprising.."

Minho sat at the foot of the bed, "Jisung can help."

At his words, both Chan and Jisung shot perplexed looks towards Minho.

"What- help with what..?" Jisung asked, confused.

Minho shifted his gaze to Jisung, "Give Chan Felix's address. Please."

There was a momentary silence. Chan waited impatiently, a small hint of hope lighting up inside him. Jisung stared right back at Minho, trying to read the hurt in his eyes. "Are you.. Serious?" Jisung softly questioned in disbelief, to which Minho nodded.

"Please let them be together.. If they love each other," Minho had to pause to swallow the lump in his throat, "it's what they deserve."

After a deep sigh, Jisung shook his head understandingly, "Alright, I'll text it to you. Forward the message to him."

Before he could even receive the text, Chan was already peeling the black shirt off himself to change into new clothes (an almost identical black shirt because his wardrobe barely had anything besides dozens of black garments). Once Chan's phone sounded, he locked eyes with Minho, who now had Jisung sitting by his side.

"Go get your lover, Chan." Minho smiled, earning a wide grin from Chan in response.

"Thanks, I owe you millions."

And Chan was already prepared to go, quick on his feet with determination to get to the address on his phone. Right after the door closed behind him, Chan may have been too excited with thoughts of meeting his love that he failed to hear the little sobs that broke out from the room he had left.

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