It wasn’t only today that Myungsoo saw their popularity. He didn’t dislike it, but sometimes, he missed the past. Everything was simpler then.

He was tired, very tired.

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Myungsoo closed the door gently, careful not to wake the others.

He stuffed both his hands into the pockets of his favourite hoodie, trying to retain whatever little heat remaining. The air was chilly for August.

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Sungyeol stirred lightly, his hunger pangs disturbing his sleep. He got up to grab a quick bite in the kitchen only to find his best friend missing.

Sungyeol could run. With his long legs, he could even fly.

He slammed the door shut.

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Myungsoo was probably already past his sixth streetlamp when he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He didn’t need to turn his head to know who it was.