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When Hyunjin sees Lee Minho for the first time in two years (and approximately four months, and three weeks), it’s like Hyunjin suddenly time-traveled back to the happiest time of his life.
Before Minho got accepted to that grad school overseas. Before Hyunjin got accepted to the internship - in Seoul - that helped him to his position today. Before they had decided (Minho wiping helplessly at Hyunjin’s devastated tears with shaky fingers) to break up instead of doing long distance for an indefinite amount of time.
Before all of that, when Hyunjin didn’t know what real loneliness felt like, and his definition of happiness was the way Minho giggled when Hyunjin did something especially foolish.
The only thing Hyunjin can think as he sees an all too familiar smile just a few meters away from him in Changbin’s apartment, is ‘no’. Because surely, Minho isn’t actually here, in Seoul? Surely, Minho isn’t here, standing in an apartment Hyunjin visits at least once a month? Surely, Minho isn’t here, in Hyunjin’s immediate proximity, without any kind of warning what-so-ever?
Hyunjin feels the goosebumps break all over his skin. Then Minho sees him.
And Hyunjin is helpless, as he always was around Minho, and he can’t even think as he watches Minho’s eyes go wide and his mouth form a tiny ‘o’, and then he’s coming over towards--
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho says, and Hyunjin tries not to think about the fact that it’s the first time he’s heard Minho say his name in over two years (four months and three weeks). “Hi.”
Hyunjin wants to respond, he really does, but he realizes as if from a distance that he’s in shock, because all that’s repeating in his brain is Minho Minho Minho he’s here Minho is here.
And he looks happy to see Hyunjin.
“Hi,” Hyunjin breathes, doubting if Minho could even hear him over the chatter of the other guests at Changbin’s party, but completely unable to make his voice any louder. Hyunjin has to remind himself to breathe, because at this rate he’s gonna pass out from his lungs going as motionless as the rest of his unhelpful body.
But how is Hyunjin’s body, or vocal chords, or mind for that matter, supposed to work when Minho is here, close enough for Hyunjin to touch for the first time in an entire eternity, and he’s smiling that beautiful smile that reminds Hyunjin of the lockscreen he had for the majority of their relationship and finally changed after Minho left but still hasn’t deleted.
“You…,” Hyunjin starts, but his voice trails off as he takes in the way Minho is smiling at him, arms a bit restless in what could be a half-formed thought of a hug, and the wide eyes crinkling at the corners that Hyunjin has spent so many hours gazing into. “Hyung.”
“It’s been so long,” Minho says, even though he looks exactly the same as Hyunjin remembers. “Look at your hair, Hyunjin-ah!”
Who can’t help the laugh that escapes him at the comment, realizing that while Minho looks every bit the same as he did two years ago, Hyunjin himself does not. He started growing his hair out before Christmas and dyed it blonde just last month, after his birthday, and had to admit the result was pretty striking. Hyunjin loves it.
But he doesn’t get the chance to tell Minho that, or anything else, for that matter, because suddenly there’s movement behind Minho, and Han Jisung comes into view as he barrels into Minho and spots Hyunjin as well.
“Hyunjin-ah!” he exclaims immediately, features lighting up at the sight of his old roommate, and Jisung never was one to downplay whatever it was he was feeling at any given moment. “Haven’t seen you in a while! How’ve you been, dude?”
And, once again, Hyunjin doesn’t get the chance to reply. Because whatever thought had started to form in his brain is quickly wiped away, when he watches Jisung rise on his feet to press a kiss to Minho’s cheek. And then Jisung intertwines their fingers. And then Jisung leans his head against Minho’s shoulder, as he looks back at Hyunjin in expectation.
Hyunjin feels the breath leave his lungs in such a rush, that he briefly wonders if he’s swaying on his feet. Hyunjin has always been both tall and slender, which doesn’t really do him any favours when he feels his knees go weak.
Hyunjin’s eyes return to Jisung and Minho’s hands, matching perfectly in size and holding onto each other in a way that’s so natural even to Hyunjin’s eyes that he feels the nausea rise in his throat. He looks back up at the cheek Jisung just kissed, and registers the fact that while Jisung looks completely unaware of the turmoil inside Hyunjin’s body, Minho isn’t smiling anymore.
And neither is Hyunjin, but he can’t name the feeling he’s drowning in either, so how could he identify what must be showing on his face?
“Hyunjin,” Minho starts, but cuts himself off abruptly when he sees how Hyunjin takes a small step back when Minho’s free hand begins to reach for him. Instead, he lets the hand hang in the air awkwardly, mouth open as if the words are still trying to get out.
Hyunjin takes another small step backwards.
“Are you…?” he asks, but he can’t form the words even though they are blaringly loud inside his brain. You broke up and now Minho is dating your former roommate and best friend. Your ex boyfriend and the guy you lived with while you dated said ex boyfriend.
“Huh?” Jisung replies, seemingly unaware of the tension surrounding the conversation, as he holds his and Minho’s joined hands up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, we’re dating! How funny is that?”
Hyunjin wants to throw up.
He takes one more look at Minho’s face, which is growing more alarmed by the second, and then Hyunjin turns around and takes the largest steps he possibly can, slinking between every single person standing in his way, and god, why does changbin know so many people why are there so many people until he reaches Changbin’s bathroom (which is empty, thank God), and Hyunjin throws the door shut behind him before locking it and finally sinking down to the floor.
Minho is here.
Jisung is also here. With Minho.
Because Lee Minho, the only person Hyunjin has loved like that and quite possibly the love of Hyunjin’s life, and Han Jisung, who Hyunjin lived with for their entire college time until he moved overseas immediately after graduating, are here, together, because they are dating.
Hyunjin’s head spins, and he vaguely realizes what’s about to happen and manages to open the toilet lid just in time before he’s throwing up everything he’s ingested in the past 24 hours.
Hyunjin hates vomiting, which he is reminded of, and blames the hot tears trailing down his cheeks on that fact and nothing else, as he rests his head against his forearms and tries not to sob too loudly.
And then there’s a knock on the door.
Hyunjin stiffens.
“It’s me,” a voice says on the other side, and they both know that Minho doesn’t need to say his name for Hyunjin to know that it’s him. Hyunjin’s stomach turns over on itself and he chokes.
Then there’s silence, because Hyunjin doesn’t reply.
“Please... Open the door?”
Hyunjin isn’t sure he’s even breathing with how still his body is.
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho says, begs, as he knocks cautiously once more. “Please, let me in. Let me explain. I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”
The grimace Hyunjin’s face twists into is such a rapid change it almost hurts, and he can’t stop the sob that tears itself out of his chest. He tries to hold his breath again, to make it stop, but chokes as his lungs struggle for air and dry heaves into the toilet instead.
“I’m so sorry,” Minho says from the other side of the door, and tries the handle. “I’m so sorry, Hyunjinnie, please, let me explain. Please.”
Hyunjin allows himself another ten seconds of crying into the crease of his forearms before wiping the wetness away, even if it’s just momentarily, and then he reaches for the lock. Hyunjin isn’t sure he wants to hear whatever it is Minho wants to say, but he has always been weak weak weak enough to bend for whatever the people he loves asks of him. The sharp sting inside his chest must surely be his heart shattering, Hyunjin thinks, at the prospect of having loved Minho so much while--
He doesn’t get to finish the awful thought, because as soon as the lock turns, Minho is pushing the door handle and then he’s inside the bathroom. But Hyunjin won’t look at him, can’t look at him, because he isn’t sure that his body won’t fracture into a million pieces at the sight of Minho with Jisung’s lips on him imprinted in Hyunjin’s brain.
He dry heaves again. Hot tears run down his cheeks.
Hyunjin hates vomiting.
“Should I lock it again?” Minho asks, so quietly Hyunjin almost doesn’t catch it. But Hyunjin nods, because he’s been telling everyone he’s over Minho, and one person seeing him like this is bad enough. But Hyunjin always thought that if one person were to see him at his worst, it would be Lee Minho.
Another wave of tears spill down Hyunjin’s cheeks as he feels the massive pit of doubt inside his chest that had never existed until just a few minutes ago. He closes his eyes and tries to force down the sick feeling in his throat.
Hyunjin hears the lock turn again, and then Minho’s hand carefully lands on his shoulder.
It’s the first time he’s felt Minho’s touch in almost two and a half years, and Hyunjin has dreamt of this moment for God knows how long, but he doesn’t even think before shrugging the familiar hand off. Another part of his heart cracks at the implication.
Hyunjin takes a breath. Then another. Then a third, and he tries to form just one coherent thought out of all the chaotic ones currently fighting for attention inside his head. “How long?”
Minho still doesn’t say anything, and Hyunjin starts to feel uncertain as to whether Minho heard his croaked out question, but then he sighs and Hyunjin tries to steel himself.
“Not long,” Minho says, gentle as if he’s afraid Hyunjin will lash out like a wild animal. Hyunjin scoffs internally at the thought, since they both know Minho is the one with that tendency. Hyunjin might act out from time to time, but Minho acts out. “Since November.”
Hyunjin’s body sags the tiniest bit in relief, but there’s bile in the back of his throat, and Hyunjin’s eyes sting at the realization that he doesn’t trust Minho anymore. That Hyunjin doubts the sincerity of his words.
“He was the only one I knew, moving away, and we stayed friends for the longest time,” Minho continues with the same careful tone. “Then he asked me out last summer, and I said ‘no’ initially, because I was afraid of this exact backfire. But he asked again, later, and I’d decided to extend my contract so I thought, ‘why not’?”
Why not? Hyunjin’s brain repeats, Why not? Why not date Hyunjin’s roommate and best friend? Why not? It’s not like Hyunjin matters anymore, not like I will ever see him again, why not, why not, why not?
Hyunjin thought his bowels were empty. It turns out he was wrong.
“Hyunjin,” Minho whispers, and it sounds pained even to Hyunjin’s ears which are pounding with the beat of his pulse. His hands are so, so cold. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” Hyunjin replies, voice broken from the abuse his throat has gone through. He barely registers the new set of the tears leaving his eyes. “There’s nothing.”
“I’m so sorry,” Minho says, again, and Hyunjin opens his eyes to see Minho’s fist open and close repeatedly. “I never meant to flaunt anything in front of you like that, Hyunjinnie, please, believe me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Hyunjin swallows, then he does it again. Everything hurts.
“Hy--,” Hyunjin starts, and then quietens. He doesn’t know how to address Minho anymore, doesn’t know how familiar he really is to Hyunjin after all, and Hyunjin’s heart breaks inside his chest as the half-formed thoughts from earlier return to him at full force.
Because he’s not sure if he believes Minho.
Hyunjin always thought, even in the time that’s passed since they broke up and Minho left the continent, that the feelings they had for each other were mutual. He thought he knew they were. Hyunjin thought he knew Minho like the back of his hand, thought he knew how much Minho had loved Hyunjin in return, thought he knew that what they had would be as special and precious and irreplaceable to Minho as it was to Hyunjin. He thought Minho knew how much Hyunjin loved him, because Minho loved Hyunjin just as much.
But Hyunjin isn't sure anymore, and that realization is so painful and sudden and unexpected that Hyunjin doesn’t know what to do with his hurting body and heart and mind, and all he knows is that he can’t think, and he can’t breathe, can’t can’t can’t breathe, and--
“Hyunjin,” he hears Minho’s voice, with an urgency now that wasn’t there before, and then there are hands on the top of Hyunjin’s arms, grabbing and pulling until Hyunjin is face to face with Minho, but there’s something off-- “You have to breathe, baby, you have to breathe.”
The tears are pouring down Hyunjin’s face so fast he’s powerless to stop them, but Hyunjin can’t feel his hands either, so maybe he couldn’t have even if he tried.
“Hyunjin-ah, with me,” Minho says, and Hyunjin sees rather than feels the sudden hand on his chest that’s gently pressing against where Hyunjin’s broken heart feels like it’s beating fast enough to dig itself out through his ribcage. “In… and out… Come on, we’ve done this before, baby, I know you can do it.”
Hyunjin clamps his eyes shut because as much as everything hurts, it hurts even worse when he looks at Minho. But the familiar hand on him along with Minho’s instructions do help, as Hyunjin knows they’ve done before, and even if his body won’t fully cooperate with him he does succeed in getting enough air into his lungs, at least, even if it takes him a while.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Minho whispers once Hyunjin’s breaths aren’t coming in short little puffs anymore.
“I…,” Hyunjin starts, before swallowing, and he attempts to organize his thoughts once more. He’s honestly not even sure he wants to hear another word from Minho, because Hyunjin’s heart is so fragile that it just might break irreparably if Minho says one syllable wrong. If it hasn’t already, that is, Hyunjin fears.
Minho drops his hand from Hyunjin’s chest to his own lap instead, and Hyunjin has to fight the impulse to reach out and take Minho’s hand into his, simply because that’s what he would have done in literally every other situation he’s been in with the older. But Minho’s hand isn’t his to hold anymore, so Hyunjin wraps his arms around himself instead.
“I keep thinking…,” he tries again, and silently accepts the fact that his voice probably won’t bear an entire sentence for the rest of the night. “I keep wondering if it’s true.”
And then it’s not just Hyunjin's voice that wobbles as he tries to explain exactly what he’s going through at the moment, but his lip too, and Hyunjin wonders if his supply of tears is endless.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he confesses, and the words are just another strike against the pieces of Hyunjin’s mangled heart. Minho inhales sharply, and Hyunjin fights to keep his eyes closed. “I keep thinking… what if… what if you…?”
“What if I what?” Minho whispers, as if he’s afraid of what Hyunjin will say next. Hyunjin feels his stomach turn over and fights the impulse to lean over the toilet again.
“What if… If it was him all this time?” Hyunjin stutters, and feels his face grimace at the thought, and he doesn’t know how he is supposed to get through the rest of his life if this new-formed suspicion turns out to be true. “You’ve known Jisung for years, because of me… How am I supposed t-to know… If you have feelings for each other now, what’s to say you… you didn’t before? When…--”
“No,” Minho interrupts, so vehemently that Hyunjin automatically opens his eyes. “No, Hyunjin, I swear. It’s not like that, I promise you. I was hesitant this summer, a year and a half after you and I broke up. Hell, I was hesitant in November, too. It’s not like that, Hyunjin-ah, I promise. I promise.”
Hyunjin doesn’t know if he will hate himself down the road, if he will regret the decision he makes right now. But when he meets Minho’s eyes for the first time since Hyunjin’s world tilted on its axis, he finds that he does believe Minho.
Hyunjin knows he must look absolutely terrible, but he forgets it when he sees the pleading look in Minho’s eyes for the younger to believe him. Hyunjin can see the cogwheels turn, most likely trying to come up with some piece of evidence to make him believe Minho, who seems to be digging his nails into his own jeans to stop himself from reaching for Hyunjin again.
Hyunjin says nothing as he looks back at Minho.
“You really don’t believe me,” Minho whispers, and Hyunjin sees the devastation settle over the older’s features. And then Minho’s eyes glass over as his entire body sags. “You don’t… you don’t trust me anymore.”
Hyunjin’s lips part, but he still doesn’t say anything.
Until he sees the tears trickle down Minho’s cheeks, and Hyunjin might hate himself for it later, but he does believe Minho.
“Tell me you loved me as much as I loved you,” Hyunjin says instead of immediately reassuring the other, despite every instinct in his body screaming at him to do just that.
Hyunjin was about to ask Minho to look into his eyes, as well, so Hyunjin could maybe see whether or not he was telling the truth. But he doesn’t need to, because Minho is staring back at Hyunjin as if he would rather die than close his eyes to even blink.
“Hyunjin,” Minho says, and Hyunjin shivers at the emotion Minho manages to put into the two syllables of his name. “I loved you at least as much as you loved me. I loved you more than I’ve loved anything else in my entire life. I loved you so much that it hurt to look at you sometimes, and I loved you so much that I bought a ticket back to you not once, but twice, only to have Seungmin talk me down both times because how would you ever move on with your life if I didn’t respect the decision we made together.
“I’m so, so sorry, Hyunjinnie. When I agreed to go out with Jisung, I honestly thought I might never see you again. Or at least not for some years, and that you’d be happy and settled down if I ever did meet you. I genuinely didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby.”
“Promise?” is all Hyunjin manages as he tries to stop his body from trembling like a leaf.
“Yes,” Minho replies firmly, immediately. “I promise you, Hwang Hyunjin. The only times I’ve ever lied to you are when you wouldn’t stop trying to figure out literally every single gift I’ve ever gotten you.”
Hyunjin barely has the time to hide his face in his hands before all hell breaks loose again, and if his body was trembling with emotion from hearing Minho’s words, it’s violently shaking with the force of his sobs as Hyunjin all but drowns in waves of relief. Because Minho is telling the truth; Hyunjin is 100% certain now.
And as the words he loved me after all he loved me he loved me he loved me plays on repeat in Hyunjin’s head, he feels strong arms surround him and pull him against the other body in the room, so familiar to Hyunjin even after all this time.
He doesn’t pull away this time. Instead, Hyunjin leans into the warmth of Minho’s neck as he cries his heart out, hands still in front of his face, but Minho’s hold on his body is enough to overwhelm Hyunjin’s senses even without the skin-on-skin contact.
“I’m so sorry,” Minho repeats, over and over, as if the words could slowly start glueing the pieces of Hyunjin’s shattered body into one. “Of course I loved you, Hyunjinnie. How could I not? You meant the world to me, baby. You still do. I’m so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t.”
Hyunjin cries harder at every word, but it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. He wonders if Minho is succeeding in putting him back together. He was always good at that.
When Minho’s phone suddenly rings a few minutes later, Hyunjin freezes and starts to pull back, the shrill tone a blaring reminder of the remaining world outside of Changbin’s bathroom floor.
Only to stop in motion when he doesn’t get any further than a centimeter or two, because Minho’s arms are keeping the blonde locked in his embrace.
“Your phone,” Hyunjin protests, almost too tired to feel embarrassed now that his tears are slowing down. Almost.
“It’s not important,” Minho tells him and hooks his chin over the top of Hyunjin’s head. Gentle fingers start drawing patterns on Hyunjin’s back. “Whoever it is can wait.”
But then, Hyunjin’s phone rings, and he wonders if Jisung called him when Minho didn’t pick up. Who else could it be? Changbin demanding them to stop hogging the bathroom? Seungmin wanting to go home and wondering where the hell Hyunjin went?
“Do you want to get it?” Minho asks gently, lips suddenly moving against Hyunjin’s messy hair as his fingers stop what they’re doing.
Hyunjin shakes his head, hooks his arms around Minho’s shoulders to embrace him properly now that he feels how much he missed him, and presses his face against the hot skin of Minho’s neck.
“They can wait,” he whispers.
***
When Hyunjin comes to, it’s with a pounding headache but a warm and pleasant feeling in the rest of his body.
“Hey, sleepy,” a voice Hyunjin knows all too well teases, and he pulls off the very nice chest he apparently used as a pillow to sit up on his own.
He’s still on the bathroom floor, and Minho is still here, looking at him with a fond smile. The door is still locked, Hyunjin would assume, and he can hear voices outside indicating that the party is still on-going. He rubs at his eyes and pushes his hair behind his ears.
“Sorry,” Hyunjin replies, feeling timid and shy and tired, and so embarrassed. What a great impression to give your ex on how well you’re doing more than two years later. “Was I out for long?”
“Just 15 minutes or so,” Minho tells him, rolling his shoulder in its joint. Hyunjin must have put all his weight onto Minho, no wonder he’s stiff. “Your phone was blowing up so I put it on silent to let you sleep, and texted Seungmin back.”
“Seungmin?” Hyunjin repeats. His last guess might have been correct, then.
“Yeah, he’s not leaving without you. Told me he’d let Changbin break the door down in thirty if we weren’t out by then. That was ten minutes ago, by the way.”
Hyunjin can’t help the smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. Minho matches it carefully.
Silence falls, and Hyunjin realizes none of them really know what to say. Their first interaction had been shock-filled and Minho just barely got to point out the obvious before all hell broke loose, and now that they’re coming down from that Hyunjin has no idea what to say to Minho. Who is watching Hyunjin just as silently, as if bracing himself for impact.
“Hi,” Hyunjin whispers, and promptly wants to smack his own forehead.
Minho giggles lightly, though, and Hyunjin restrains himself instead. “Hi.”
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Hyunjin states, honestly, because nothing has prepared him for this. And then another thought strikes him. “Are you back for good?”
Minho shakes his head, and Hyunjin is torn between his emotions. Disappointment that Minho would return into his life, with this entrance nonetheless, and then leave again. But he also feels relieved, which would have been very unexpected if it wasn’t for the fact that Hyunjin knows he can’t stomach being around a Minho who is in love with someone who is not Hyunjin.
“Two weeks, then we’re--,” he clears his throat, “then I’m going back.”
Hyunjin nods and stares at Minho’s Adam’s apple instead of directly at his face.
“I’m sorry,” Minho says again.
“Don’t be sorry, your life is over there, of course you’re going back.”
“That’s not what I’m apologizing for.”
Hyunjin’s eyes flicker back up to Minho’s dark ones, questioning.
“I really am sorry I managed to hurt you after all this time, Hyunjinnie,” Minho murmurs, and he sounds so genuine Hyunjin feels all traces of doubt gone from his heart. “I hate that I made you doubt me. Us. I can’t imagine what that must feel like.”
“Not good,” Hyunjin responds with a shaky breath, but he really doesn’t want to think about it anymore. He just wants to feel whole again. Or, well, as whole as he was when he entered the apartment anyway. “But it wasn’t your intention, I get that. I accept your apology, hyung.”
Minho doesn’t reply, only looks at him silently. The hair on Hyunjin’s neck stands up.
“We should probably…,” he starts, because Hyunjin feels his heart pound rapidly now as their eyes meet, and he realizes with a panicked thought that he has to let go of Minho, for good, because he’s leaving the country again and he’s doing it with his boyfriend. Who isn’t Hyunjin, and hasn’t been Hyunjin for a long time.
Minho says nothing, still, only drinks Hyunjin in as if trying to commit the picture in front of him to memory.
Hyunjin lets him.
And then there’s banging on the door, and it’s too harsh to be Seungmin, but still that’s who the voice Hyunjin hears belongs to.
“You have thirty seconds to go, Lee Minho, or Changbinnie hyung will open this door by any means necessary!”
Hyunjin smiles. Minho’s eyes follow the motion.
Then he stands up, brushing off his wrinkled clothes, and reaches his hands out for Minho to take.
“Yah!” Seungmin calls when there’s no reply. “Ten seconds!”
There’s another harsh knock, and then Hyunjin pulls Minho to his feet and before he can overthink his actions, into his arms for a proper hug. It takes a moment for Minho to return it, body going stiff with surprise at first, but Hyunjin only revels in the feeling for a second before stepping back.
Then he unlocks the door.
***
Hyunjin doesn’t see Minho after that.
He stays inside the apartment he shares with Seungmin to avoid running into Minho and Jisung, and Seungmin only buys him more ice cream and suffers through more hours of dramas than he usually would.
He doesn’t know if Minho’s number is the same, doesn’t follow him on any social media, and Hyunjin refuses to look up either him or Jisung, whose social media accounts were non-existent when he lived in Korea. And yet, the realization that Hyunjin’s own number and accounts are the same hits him one night, followed by a swooping feeling in his stomach when he remembers Minho replying to Seungmin from Hyunjin’s phone, thereby remembering his passcode.
(Which, of course, Hyunjin hasn’t changed. It’s still the anniversary of when he and Minho became official.)
So he doesn’t run into Minho, and doesn’t get in contact with him, and hears nothing in return. He knows which day Changbin went to see them off at the airport, and that day passes as uneventfully as the others.
So imagine Hyunjin’s surprise when, about two months after Minho left Korea for the second time, a notification on his KKT app one random Wednesday night tells him Lee Minho has sent him a message.
if i told you i’m considering moving back to seoul this summer what would you say
Hyunjin’s heart beats so fast he’s a little worried about going into cardiac arrest.
just for the summer?
for good
Minho’s reply is immediate, but Hyunjin doesn’t take the time to look up the time difference.
He feels like he’s about to pass out and reminds himself to breathe. Hyunjin’s not sure if he’s panicking in a ‘i’m so in love with you and i want you here with me’-way or in a ‘please don’t come back here and break my heart for the third time i’m begging you’-way. And then his phone pings again.
just me
jisung and i broke up a few weeks ago
because going back made me realize i miss home
and other things
so i think i want to move back to seoul
got a job offer and everything
what do you think?
Hyunjin doesn’t think, actually, as his fingers move across the screen.
❤️
fin.