11:50

Yixing had been dancing on the corner of a street when he remembered the cafe down the road.

The one filled with happy memories of many rambunctious boys with loud voices and warm drinks after long days.

South Korea's nights were lonely without his brothers. If he was destined to be alone, he'd much rather be alone in China. At least there he spoke the language fluently. Here, he was by himself in a city he still didn't know his way around.

Yixing picked up his bag off the ground and walked the down street to the little, warm cafe. 

Stepping into the dim lights and soft music, he noticed four other bodies occupying the tables. 

Four familiar bodies.

Even after all these years, Yixing would know the sight of his friends [his family] anywhere. 

He stepped up to order a cool drink, his body too warm to accept something hot. 

Walking over to the small table occupied by two people, he nudged the smaller male in the shoulder and nodded his head in the direction of the only other people in the cafe sitting in a large, empty table.

The larger man shook his head.

Yixing whispered, in lazy Mandarin, that it wouldn't matter. At least not tonight.

So the small unicorn convinced the two Chinese males to accompany him to the large table.

Yixing nudged the smaller man to the male in the grey hoodie with his head on the table. 

Hesitantly, the smaller man laid his head on top of the other man's shoulder. The other man seemed to relax instantly.

The tall man shakily took a seat at the other end of the table, sipping his warm drink.

Yixing observed the scene from his seat next to the second male at the large table. 

[if only someone would have told him; he could have fixed this; he would have done something]