It was raining lightly when they met. Rather, when their group of friends met for dinner. They haven’t seen each other in a long time. Life happened, people who were once close grew apart. Yet somehow, here they all were. Junjin was the first to greet the tall man who just came in. “Oh, hyung! You’re here. Come and sit, the others are on their way. Do you want beer?”, he said. Eric let out a hearty laugh, “Jin-ah, you’re still an alcoholic”, he teased. “Ey, hyung. You drink as much as me. We haven’t seen each other in so long. We have to make every moment count” the younger man wiggled his thick eyebrows and handed Eric a glass. “E-R-I-C! What’s up man? You should have told us earlier that you are in Korea.” A short but well-built guy came in after some time. He wore ripped jeans and a designer t-shirt that was too big for him. Another short man, with a slightly more muscular physique was with him. “Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re all thinking. He still calls himself M Style”, Dongwan smirked; his eyes twinkling. “Ey, why are you saying that condescendingly? At least I’m not a fashion terrorist like you. You.. ahjussi!”, Minwoo gave Dongwan a playful tap on the head. The men settled down and waited for the others. Eric busied himself with the menu. He was very nervous but he didn’t dare show it to the others. He looked at the door expectedly when it opened, only to be disappointed. Andy, the youngest of their friends entered. “Ah hyung! The rain is falling heavier”, he said glumly as he wiped his glasses with his shirt. Minwoo pulled the seat between him and Eric for the maknae. Eric was a bit troubled since he was saving it for another person. But he didn’t want to comment. He allowed Andy to sit, and even gave him a hug. “How are you Andy-ah? Hyung missed you”, he greeted as he poked the young guy’s nose. Andy held Eric’s wrist to defend himself from further teasing. The mood was light. They were all excited to see each other. “Sorry I’m late!” a melodious voice rang. They all turned to watch Shin Hyesung walk towards their table. Eric sought to catch the man’s eyes. For a second, they looked at each other. Eric felt as if everything else was blurred. He could only see the man. He remembered everything about that face. He missed the small mouth, the plump cheeks, the silky hair. He missed the man’s swan-like