Seungyoon stood in front of Taehyun’s dorm. The sun was close to setting, and he was well enough to talk to both Taehyun and Minho without being too grumpy. Seungyoon did not have access to Taehyun’s dorm, so he had to knock on the door. It took a few seconds before Taehyun answered the door. “Oh, hyung,” Taehyun said.  He did not sound angry, but he did not sould welcoming either.

“Taehyun,” Seungyoon said back. He sighed. “I have something to say to both you and Minho hyung.” Taehyun nodded and stepped aside to let Seungyoon enter. Seungyoon nodded back and entered the room with his hands in his pockets. Once passed the small hallway that lead from the main door to where the beds where, Seungyoon saw Minho lying in Taehyun’s bed with his drawing pad and a pencil in hand. He was staring directly at Seungyoon with a smile almost like the Mona Lisa’s: serious, but still smiling. Seungyoon also noticed that he had indeed punched Minho. Discolored bruises were forming pattern on Minho’s right cheek. Seungyoon would actually feel bad for him, but he could not help but feel with a little bit of pride. After all, Minho was too close to Taehyun, and Seungyoon really did not like it. Seeing Minho casually lying in Taehyun’s bed made Seungyoon’s hands ball into fists.

“I just wanted to say that I am sorry for punching you in the face, Minho hyung,” Seungyoon gave a bow, all to seem as sincere as possible. Minho placed his pad besides him and stood up from the bed. He walked up to Seungyoon and placed a hand on the younger man.

“Apology accepted,” Minho grinned.

Seungyoon straightened up, “Really?” He honestly expected Minho or Taehyun to say something about it not being enough.

Minho nodded, “We were drunk as , and then those brownies…” Minho looked lost in thought for a second. Seungyoon thought that anymore time like that, and Minho would start drooling. “Anyways,” Minho shook his head, “We were out of it. I probably said something that set you off. I am sorry.”

“Oh…” Seungyoon was dumbfounded with the mini speech. From the corner of his eye though, he could see Taehyun was a proud smile on his face.

“Come on. Let’s hug it out,” Minho smiled and brought Seungyoon in for a hug. Since it was so unexpected, Seungyoon awkwardly hugged him back. That was when Minho said something that made Seungyoon’s blood run cold. “Just to be clear, I will absolutely do the opposite of what you asked me to do,” He whispered quietly enough for Taehyun not to hear before pulling away with the same cheerful smile. Seungyoon looked at him with wide eyes but did not ask any questions. He was scared to know the answers to the questions he had. Plus, Taehyun was here, and Seungyoon did not want to reveal any secrets at all.

“Well, it’s nice for there to be no hard feelings between you two,” Taehyun stepped forward. He looked at Seungyoon. “Minho was just showing art outlines he was working on.”

“Oh,” Seungyoon looked at both of them. “That’s great. I actually have to leave…” He pointed at the door, “I have some other things to do.” He could not stand being another second in the same room as Minho.

Taehyun nodded and let out a disappointing hum, “I’ll lead you out then.” He wrapped an arm around Seungyoon’s shoulders and let him out the door. “I’ll call you later,” Taehyun whispered as he headed out the door. Seungyoon knew what that sentence meant, and it relieved him. He thought that after punching Minho, Taehyun would want nothing to do with him, but he guessed he was wrong. Good. Now it seemed that having Taehyun as a buddy was being one step ahead from Song Minho.

“I will be honest with you,” Taehyun mixed the tea in his small cup with a small spoon. “I was so pissed at you. I did not even want to talk to you again.”

Seungyoon was currently in the kitchen. Taehyun had called today, four days after he had last seen him when he apologised to Minho. Taehyun called for the very reason he called 99.4% of the time, and Seungyoon was happy to agree. After , Taehyun had settled on the couch to watch television and Seungyoon went to the kitchen to prepare him tea. Seungyoon did not know what to think of the situation. Taehyun called way earlier than he normally did. Normally, he called at night, and they fell asleep together afterwards. Taeyun would either be gone by the time Seungyoon woke up, or he would leave after breakfast. They were done before the sun was even down, so Seungyoon invited Taehyun to sit down in the couch and each dinner with him. Seungyoon had ordered a pizza, which still had not arrived. Taehyun had not bothered putting on clothes, but because the day was chilly, Seungyoon offered him a wool blanket. Taehyun was currently sitting on his couch wrapped in only a blanket. It was making Seungyoon’s head spin around.

“But Minho hyung was right. I can’t blame for something you can’t remember,” Taehyun took a sip of his tea. “I mean,” He eyed Seungyoon, “You can’t remember anything, right?”

The only visions Seungyoon received from the last night they all got drunk together are visions of flashes of light and music and bodies grinding against each other. Well, that and Jinwoo being dared to chug down a whole yard of pure vodka. Seungyoon was not sure how that man was not dead from alcohol poisoning. He also vaguely remembered pushing Minho to the floor, but that was it.

Seungyoon shook his head, “No.” He had been washing dishes in the kitchen. Once he finished, he went and sat down next to Taehyun. It was strange. Because he did not want to feel overdressed next to Taehyun, Seungyoon was only wearing a pair of jeans. His skin already yearned for Taehyun’s. It wanted to be on top of Taehyun, but the last thing Seungyoon wanted was for the pizza man to find them in a compromising position. Yes, that was his excuse.

“Exactly,” Taehyun pointed at Seungyoon and smiled, “So I can’t be mad at you.” Seungyoon nodded, and Taehyun looked back at the television and kept drinking the tea. After some time, Taehyun broke the silence again. “You know, Seunghoon hyung called me before I called you. We made it.” He looked at Seungyoon. There was a smile on his face, a huge one. “We were successful.”

Seungyoon blinked a couple of times. He had not received the news. Seunghoon had not personally called him to tell him the news. Maybe Seunghoon revealed it to the group chat. After Taehyun had called him, his phone started blowing up with messages from the group chat he had with Taehyun, Jinwoo, Seunghoon, and Minho. Seungyoon had not cared to check it since he was more excited over Taehyun coming here. “Oh,” It was all that came out of Seungyoon’s mouth.

“We’re leaving in a week. I’m not quite sure where we are going yet though,” Taehyun looked down and knitted his eyebrows together.

Seungyoon was not sure how to react. Taehyun was going to leave with Minho. Seunghoon, too, but Minho. He really did not want Minho to be near Taehyun. Seungyoon did not care that he was burning with jealousy, that he could not claim Taehyun because no one could. Minho had no right to seem closer to Taehyun than Seungyoon was to him. Seungyoon was seething. He took a deep breath. Hiding your strongest emotions was not easy, but Seungyoon was almost an expert in it. “I’m happy for you,” He said with a smile, fake, forced.

“As am I,” Taehyun grinned. “This is a great opportunity.” Seungyoon wanted to ask how. Taehyun was still simply majoring in acting. Seungyoon was not sure how traveling around with the dance crew and a couple of art majors was great for him, but the doorbell signaling that the pizza delivery guy was arrived rang. “Go get that. I’m hungry,” Taehyun moved around on his spot with anticipation.

“Argh,” Jinwoo was being dramatic again. “What am I supposed to do now? My best friend is leaving me!” He fanned himself with his hand.

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