"Hey, Luhan. It's been a while, huh?"

"Luhan nodded softly as he took off his shoes and walked into Minseok's house.

It was about 11 a.m. when Minseok had heard a light knocking on the door to find his old friend at the door.

But to Minseok, he was more than just a friend.  A lover, perhaps.

The younger of the two took a good look around smiled.  The light smell of mint and vanilla permeated through the room as he walked toward the couch to take a seat.

"Not much as changed, it seems?" Luhan asked as he saw bit of clothing strewn acorss the floor; a lone sock here, a pair of boxers next to a lamp whose light was dull, what seemed to be a dirtied cap, and so on. 

The older sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, embarrased and laughed.