Changmin was sitting quietly on the couch, the photographs scattered on the table next to him. His face was a mask of complete seriousness; he was trying to choose the best photo to be submitted to one of the magazines he was working for. At that moment, Changmin suddenly could hear the sound of a sigh from behind.

“Min, you’re too hard on yourself at work,” a man said. “You should stop being so serious. Go out and find a nice boyfriend- or girlfriend? Boyfriend, I think?”

Changmin rolled his eyes lazily, turning his attention towards the other. “Yoochun hyung,” he called. “For your information, I’m going outside of the house almost every day.”

“Not for working, idiot,” Yoochun said again.

“I don’t need a boyfriend for now, hyung,” Changmin replied, snorting at the thought of having a boyfriend.

“Not even from my acquaintances? I’ve introduced you to both Yunho and Junsu. There’s still no one among them?” Yoochun asked, showing an expression of disbelief.

“Just- it’s simply because I didn't feel any sparks when I met with them,” Changmin said with a long sigh before giving a mischievous grin towards the older. “Besides, I think Junsu is your type. Don’t you want to take him for yourself, instead of giving him to me?”

“Hey! I was just trying to help you,” Yoochun complained, even though he was instantly blushing at the words.

Changmin giggled at the reaction from Yoochun, knowing for sure that his guess was, in fact, right in the end. “Seriously, stop getting into this. I’m fine,” he said with a smile, “And what are you doing here, actually? You’re not coming just to say those words, right?”

“Oh. Of course not,” answered Yoochun, looking at Changmin weirdly. Not long after that, the older one was already shoving a paper bag into Changmin’s arms. “There. It’s the souvenir for you from my trip to Italy a week ago.”

“Red jacket?” asked Changmin, surprised. He immediately opened the bag Yoochun had given to him.

“Yep. This nice cousin of yours noticed that you don’t have any good-looking jackets, and it’s already December,” Yoochun explained smoothly. “It’s going to be extremely cold these days, right? But I’m not going to let you go with your dull jackets. So use that instead for taking the photographs.”

Changmin, still too mesmerized with the jacket’s color, just nodded along with a blank look. The jacket was a bright, red color that wasn't his type at all. “Okay,” he said mechanically. “Thanks, I guess?”

“Good. Take care of the jacket, okay?” Yoochun said, ruffling Changmin’s hair. “It’s a limited edition jacket, so I guess there’ll be no one using the same jacket with you in Korea.”

“Or maybe there will be one. If you’re really fated to be with him,” Yoochun added with a chuckle.