Chanyeol starts planning his year-end holiday as early as June. Video games, sappy Korean dramas, lounging in his PJs all day long, eating nothing but ramyun and takeout. Embracing his inner slob. It sounds perfect. He might even compose some new tunes on his guitar for his own music library. None of it includes taking more than two steps out of his house.

It’s a stupid game. It’s old and clichéd and honestly, it isn’t really that much of fun. Jongin would have preferred playing scrabble over this. Arranging alphabets into sensible and meaningful words are much more interesting to Jongin. It’s Minseok’s turn now, the short blond haired boy holding the head and the end of the glass bottle and sends it spinning. Jongin pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. A nervous h

Minseok sets down a pair of matching cups, picking out two glass jars from the myriad of them on the counter top, one heavy and another one considerably lighter.  He hears the sound of shuffling footsteps before he sees his boyfriend out of the corner of his eyes.