Jongdae’s eyes fluttered open. He turned his head to the side to look at the male sleeping soundly next to him.

He blinked twice.

Then, he moved closer to the other’s face to see if what he was seeing was real.

“It can’t be.” He took in a sharp breath and backed away a little.

“No. No. No --" He kept muttering to himself as he examined Minseok’s wrinkled face and grey hair.

“Minnie!” Jongdae’s voice quivered like an old man's when he called the other’s name. He grabbed the male’s shoulders and shook him. “Get up! Minnie!”

“Mm?” The said male grunted, as he lazily cracked his eyes open to glower at his friend. He began to scold the latter in his stern but shaking voice. “How many times have I told you not to call me that? I’m not a baby anymo --"

Minseok halted his speech and blinked.

He blinked again.

“Dae, why is your face wrinkled? Why is your hair white?” He asked, as his trembling hand reached out to touch his friend’s face.

“I-I think w-we became o-old.” Jongdae gasped in horror.

“Yeah, we look like 100 years old men." Minseok agreed, his eyes watering at the sudden realization.

“This is not fair!” Jongdae sniffled. Sad vio