Changmin said he was hopeless. 

 

Maybe it was true. He had just walked in on his boyfriend, of two years, in bed with someone else. He had wished them well as he closed the bedroom door.

 

He’d left a sticky note on the fridge and just left the apartment. For the last time.

 

He was going to crash on Changmin’s couch. That’s what friends were for.

 

Changmin would end up lecturing him about being too nice. While damning Yunho’s ex to hell, he would let Yunho cry.

 

He laid his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “Changmin, you’re the greatest.”