Yifan sighs as he makes his way back to his apartment, dragging his feet against the concrete floor of the complex and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He really should’ve expected the Sina interviewer to ask him a question about Lu Han today, but he’s glad that the training he received in the past helped him dodge the questions to the best of his abilities. It really is inconvenient to answer if he kept in contact with Lu Han after everything that’s happened this year, even more so since his birthday is the next day.   He doesn’t even realize he’s already inside his apartment until he quietly closes the door behind him, and he’s surprised to smell the scent of coffee wafting throughout the place. He quietly takes off his shoes and tries to sneak his way to the kitchen to see who broke into his apartment, and his eyes widen in shock when he sees the side view of Lu Han slowly taking a sip of coffee from his favorite ceramic mug and then scrunches his nose seemingly in distaste. It makes a surprised burst of laughter escape from his mouth and Lu Han whips around so fast he almost spills some of the coffee over the brim of the mug.   “Yifan!” Lu Han exclaims in surprise, slowly turning to put his mug back down on the counter afterwards.   “How did you break in here?” Yifan questions back in surprise, entering the kitchen to get a better smell of the coffee his friend made, “Too hot?”   Lu Han unconsciously pouts at the questions, staring down at the dark liquid facing back up at him. “It’s not as good as baozi’s.”   Yifan’s heart clenches at the confession and the mood instantly becomes sullen. They became close during the preparation for Overdose, and he’s secretly happy that they’ve kept their friendship strong during the terror that is the year 2014. Lu Han was the only one he told his plans to, albeit as indirectly as he could, besides Baekhyun who seemed to know more than he let on.   He watches as Lu Han swirls the coffee with his spoon, and he doesn’t know if Lu Han is having a hard time with his departure like he did months ago. “How did you break in here?” he asks again, and he hears a sigh escape Lu Han’s mouth before he answers.   “Jongdae and Baekhyun taught me how to pick door locks before I left.”   The answer catches Yifan off-guard and a few awkward chuckles escape his mouth. He reaches out to place his hands on Lu Han’s hips before taking a step closer to press up close against him. “You made them teach you how to do that?”   Lu Han shrugs. “You make it hard to find you even if we now live in the same city.”   “Well I chose this city for a reason, Lu,” Yifan answers back, now snaking his arms around the smaller man’s waist, “Besides the fact Kevin’s studio is here.”   “He’s going to use your version of your song, right? Or at least the version with Bingyang in it?” Lu Han questions, and Yifan leans down to gently place his chin on his shoulder, “Fans might recognize my voice if he uses the f