Minho jogged back through the gates of camp, a full napsack slung over his back and a large crate overflowing with various soups and vegetables filling his hands. He had just returned from a longer run, and he had come across a big, untouched convenience store while out. Another two guys left as Minho returned, eager to find enough food for the whole camp. It was always a good night when everyone got to eat. He made his way into the courtyard where Chan was helping the kids put together a small fire. He stopped and began walking towards Minho when he saw how much he was carrying.

"Damn, Minho, I'd say you found yourself a mini jackpot," Chan sputtered, eyeing the crate. "What's in the backpack?" He asked.

"Toothbrushes, toothpaste, toilet paper, the commodities. I got some stuff for the girls too." He smiled sweetly. "Oh, and a shit ton of meds." At the sound of that, Chan raised his eyebrows curiously.

"How much are we talking?" He asked.

Minho giggled. "A shit ton."

"Alright, good. Get the meds to the office, the food to the pantry, then have the kids inventory the rest," Chan instructed, clearly distracted. Minho nodded and started to walk away, however he stopped, backing up and reaching into his pocket with a smirk. Chan raised an eyebrow, curious. Minho theatrically pulled out a KitKat bar, Chan grabbing it and letting out a bright gasp at his favorite candy. "Minho! How did you find this?"

"There's way more where that came from," Minho said excitedly. "I'm gonna drive out with Jisung, Seungmin, and Jungkook a little later to get the rest if that's cool with you? The store's pretty big."

Chan nodded, letting the younger continue on his way. He smiled. Everything was seemingly back to normal.

But he knew, deep down, that the group would never be the same..

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