“Why are you doing this, Mingyu? It’s been almost a year already. I don’t understand.”

“I just miss you.”

“Stop it. You know I’m already seeing someone.”

Mingyu exhales.

“Just… Nevermind. Forget it. I’m sorry.”

Wonwoo looks up, and the familiar gaze of a pair of deep brown eyes--the ones he’s grown accustomed to staring at for the last 4 years of his life--pierces into him, stripping him of all his built defenses until he was completely vulnerable.

“...So we’ve been thinking about how each other is doing. So what?”

Mingyu doesn’t dare tear his gaze off of Wonwoo, his voice shaking at his past lover’s sudden disclosure.

“We?”

Wonwoo nods.

“We.”