a stitch in time

It was Friday afternoon and all Lee Minho wanted was to have a nice evening with his cats in his trailer, cuddling until he fell asleep. Instead a guy had just trampled onto his property, pushed him against the wall of his home and slammed his hands next to his face.

“Well, that is pretty hot but maybe you should take a few steps back, handsome boy,” Minho said and carefully pushed the guy off him however rather than listening to him, he was pushed against the trailer again.

Minho had to admit that while he loved cuddling, he hated being close to strangers. They were giving him headaches of the special kind, just like right now, and all he wanted was to be alone.

“Listen to me, pretty bitch,” the guy said, growling – Minho almost found it kind of cute, as the guy was definitely smaller than him. Well-build, definitely, but still smaller. “You better give my mom her money back, all the money she spent here, or I’m going to-“

“To what? Beat me up? Scream at me and push me against my home? Cry like a baby or threaten me again?” Minho said calmly, rolling his eyes. It was not the first time he had people coming to him like this. But usually they were not this aggressive. He sighed and took the hand of the man, pulling it away so he was able to step away from the wall. For a moment he grimaced before he looked at the male, letting his hand go.

“Look, Seo Changbin. Your mother is a grown-up woman and if she wants to spend some money on me, that is on her. She does not even know you are here and if she knew, she would be pretty disappointed because her son does not threaten people who make a legal living out of looking into the future of some people.”

That was the thing people did not believe in: vision. He was psychic. A clairvoyant. Or whatever people liked to call it.

Lee Minho had been having visions ever since he had been small. Sometimes it was fragments of the future, sometimes of the past. And from time to time it was the present. Sometimes it was a long moment, where he could see more than he might want to.

It was not like anyone really believed him.

When he was younger his parents had wondered if it was seizures but they were too poor to get it checked out and by now Minho was living alone, his parents both dead and the only way he was able to finance his future and dream was to work two jobs next to his tuition and also work as a psychic.

It was some nice extra money and it was the only job where people treated him well and where he was even able to use his skill to help people. It was not like he always saw things whenever he touched people. Sometimes it was just a feeling. A tingling in his fingers – that was good. That meant whatever the person was about to talk about would have a positive outcome. Or he felt his nose itch – that was bad. Sometimes he saw pictures whenever he touched a person. Either like a photo or a short sequence, it always depended on the people.

Usually old ladies came around – he had a small place set up only a few meters from his trailer and often his cats were curled up down there too, which made the people even more comfortable. Sometimes he had a heartbroken man coming over. Or a young lady who wanted to know what to do. And from time to time he even had people that just wanted to chat, someone to tell them what they did was not bad. That they were doing everything right.

One of those was Seo Changbin’s mother. She was a sweetheart. A gentle woman, very kind and friendly. She was married to a great man, had great children and she had a lot of money. Minho had seen that but he often acted like he forgot to charge her. He did not. She was a regular here and it was nice talking to her. She often brought coffee and baked goods, mostly whenever either Minho was taking a break or when it was rather empty – she knew the time when Minho was not having a lot of customers.

It had already become his highlight of the day whenever she came over – what was not the highlight of his day was Seo Changbin, growling at him. He had seen some of his life, had seen how he treated his mother so nicely and how well he was doing in general. He was a good guy – just the pushing a person against their own home was not cool.

“You do not take my mother’s name into your mouth!” Changbin growled, clearly upset.

“I did not say your mother’s name. I said yours,” Minho said, petty as always and he knew it might get him into trouble. “Look, I rarely even charge your mother. Why are you so upset? Is it because I told her I’m worried about your girlfriend?” he asked and it was not a lie. It probably had not been his place to say anything but she had asked and it had been the truth.

“You- Stop lying to gullible people! It’s not even true what you are saying!” Changbin said, crossing his arms in front of Minho who was standing not too close to him.

“It’s true. You don’t have to believe me, but I’m just doing my job here. I’m not giving out fake information. Never have I had one person come back and complain to me. Always just family who do not think I’m speaking the truth. Like you. You don’t believe me but you cannot proof me wrong.” Minho shrugged and then knelt down to pet his oldest cat who always came when he heard some commotion.

For a moment Changbin was quiet and just stared at him. Minho had to admit he felt uncomfortable. The other had pretty eyes and a really handsome face and if Minho was honest he somehow had expected the other to sooner or later show up. He had just not seen this coming. What great it was to be a psychic but not to be able to know about his own future.

Shrugging, Minho got up, his cats rushing towards the trailer as he walked past Changbin, towards his door.

“If there is nothing else you want, it’s time for me to go in and make dinner. I haven’t eaten today and I’d like to-“

“I’m not done yet!” Changbin said with clear anger in his voice, grabbing Minho’s wrist.

“Oh no,” Minho mumbled, feeling the sound in his ears getting loud and he had no time to sit or hold onto something, instead he just stumbled into Changbin.

It was a little bit like their life was passing by. Not as fast as one would expect and it was not Minho’s life that was passing by, but Changbin’s. How he ran around like toddler, how he fell from his bike way more often than he had wanted as he had tried to impress his mother, how he came home with straight As, how he lost a few bets to his friends and had to eat some cat food, how he composed his first song, how he kissed another boy, how he sneaked out, how he got drunk the first time, how he passed his driving test after failing it first, how he met his girlfriend – it was so much, for a moment Minho wondered how he was supposed to keep in all the information.

There was more, though. More that was not something Changbin had yet seen, something he would run into and Minho felt bad for seeing it. He could feel how horrible Changbin felt and it sadly confirmed the feeling he had had with Seo Changbin’s mother earlier this day.

“Hey. Hey, psychic!” Changbin said and it took a moment for Minho to realise that someone was talking to him.

“My name is Minho,” the taller male mumbled and rubbed his neck. Just then he realised he was halfway lying on the ground, halfway in the other man's arms. Oh well, that was embarrassing. “Did not expect you to be kissing boys,” he mumbled and closed his eyes for a moment before getting up again, slowly.

“What the heck was that,” Changbin said and then frowned. “What? What did you just say? Did my mother tell you that?”

“She does not know. That you like boys,” Minho said and shook his head, regretting it right away. He frowned and sat down on the stairs in front of his trailer. “She did not tell me and she does not know. Though she doesn't mind, she is a very kind woman.”

“What?” Changbin just said and Minho shrugged, looking at the other man.

“Thanks for not letting me crush into the ground. Last time that happened I got a really bad concussion,” Minho said and he still was not fond of the memory. It had been expensive to get all the tests in the hospital just for discharging himself and not getting treatment because he could not afford it. What was a diagnosis worth if there was nothing one could properly do then?

“Eh. Sure. But what the heck was that? Are you sick?” the smaller asked, arms crossed again and Minho snorted.

“Nah, that’s the reason why people are not supposed to touch me,” Minho said and shrugged. “You touch me, I see you. Or feel. Or whatever. I know you do not believe me but Changbin… I was right about your girlfriend. I know you like her. Do not ask her to marry you. She won’t make you happy,” Minho said and there was pity in his eyes.

“What-“

“For someone who wanted to beat me up you are asking a whole lot of questions today,” Minho said, sighing. “Look. Just don’t ask her to marry you any time soon. I know you guys have been together for the last three years and she is dropping hints but…”

Chewing on his bottom lip, Minho wondered if he should tell more. But he did not dare to, was it really his place.

“Excuse me? I love her. I am moving in with her soon. She is pregnant with my child!”

“No, she is not. She is a liar.”

With wide eyes Changbin stared at Minho. And again, Minho did not see it coming as the fist of the other hit the left side of his cheek.

It was an extra early morning and Minho was enjoying the baked goods the lady – yes, Changbin’s mother – had brought him yesterday.

The bruise on his cheek had not yet entirely faded but it had turned into a pretty colour, some yellow and green. The longer Minho thought about it, he agreed that he might have deserved it. He had said some not too sensitive words to that guy who was most likely losing his girlfriend some time soon. He definitely better should break up with her but that was not on Minho to decide. She was not a horrible human but definitely not treating Changbin well. But, and here was the twist, it was not Minho’s decision to make.

Whatever he saw, it was not his life. He always only saw other people’s lives and he surely could give them advice, yes, but there was a line he could not cross. Minho had his own limits and while he was here to help, it was only so much he could do. He sighed and sipped on his coffee, his youngest cat lying on his lap as he was sitting on his chair in front of his trailer.

“So, you were right,” a voice was heard and Minho flinched, almost spilling the coffee. He blinked confused and looked up, meeting the eyes of Seo Changbin. He had not expected to see him again, at least not anytime soon, but it seemed like that guy liked to surprise him.

“Of course I was,” Minho said and looked at the male, leaning back into his seat as he kept the eyes on him. “Please do not punch me again. I had a horrible headache for three days.”

“You should have gotten it checked out,” Changbin said and sat in front of Minho, crossing his arms. Of course, he was defensive about himself, after all Minho had been right about something very personal.

“Not everyone can afford that, Seo Changbin,” Minho said, voice soft and he then shrugged, gently petting his cat. “Why are you here.”

For a long moment the other was silent before a loud sigh left his lips and rolled his eyes. “To eh… kind of apologize for hitting you,” he mumbled and Minho snorted amused.

“You did not hit me, you punched me.” Minho had been surprised that he had not gotten another view into the other’s life with the collision of their skin but he was thankful about it as the punch itself had been pretty painful. “Apology accepted. If you don’t punch me again,” he then added hurriedly as he could see how Changbin rolled his eyes.

“You make it very hard not to,” the smaller mumbled and then saw the baked goods. “Those are my mom’s favourites,” he said and looked at Minho.

Instead of replying Minho shrugged. He knew that, not only because Misses Seo had brought them, but also because she had told him. She loved baking but keeping them all at home was a waste because her husband worked long hours and rarely ate baked goods, her daughter was always checking her weight and her son did snack some but wasn’t at home as often as she wished he was. There wasn’t much Minho could do about it so he tried to be here for her and chat with her.

“I still want her money back, though,” Changbin said and looked at Minho who lifted an eyebrow.

“So you don’t think what I said was true,” Minho said amused and took another bite from his snack.

“I said you were right before,” Changbin said and huffed. “But I do not believe that you are a psychic.”

“You even called me psychic,” Minho grinned.

“Because I lacked a better name, Minho,” Changbin huffed and looked at the other.

Again, Minho shrugged. “You do you, believe what you want to believe.”

“I do. Pretty sure you only knew because of what my mom told you. My girlfriend said she wanted to tell me. That the first test was positive but then she retook the test and it was negative. She saidshe felt bad because I was so excited about it that she just tried to get pregnant instead of telling me,” Changbin started to ramble and the more he said, the more Minho’s face turned into a pitiful expression.

“Oh Changbin,” Minho mumbled and shook his head.

“What?!” the smaller now said, voice clearly angry about himself for telling the other such private information but also at how Minho was responding.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say to that,” Minho said and shook his head.

“Well, you did not care about that when you told me about me kissing boys,” Changbin growled and looked at Minho, as if he was ready to jump him.

And Minho got it. Minho got the anger. The man in front of him had just heard his girlfriend was not pregnant, something he had been excited about. But there was so much more Minho knew and he felt so bad for not telling him but he was not sure if Changbin was ready to know.

“I know. But this is different. This is… not my place to tell you,” Minho said and chewed on his bottom lip.

“If I pay you, will you tell me,” Changbin said and leaned a little too close for Minho’s taste. Dori, his cat, whined when Minho leaned back, causing him to jump down.

A sigh left Minho’s lips. “You don’t want to pay me,” he mumbled and the next second Changbin grabbed his wallet and put down a few bucks. Minho did not even care how much his was. He knew whatever he would say it would make Changbin angry and Minho was definitely uncomfortable. But he had got himself in this misery for being unable to lie - because that was something he never did but not speaking was not an option either.

“Now. Tell me,” Changbin said and Minho sighed, pointing to the chair across him.

“How much do you want to know?” Minho said and licked his lips, feeling a little lost. Usually he did not feel that bad but it somehow felt like he was about to tell his patient he had cancer and the only way to cure him was to cut off a limb.

“All? What question is that!” Changbin was getting louder and Minho was already surprised none of the other people living around them had told them to shut up yet. It was still pretty early after all.

“Names? Dates? Time?” Minho asked and put his coffee cup on the small garden table.

“Names?”

“Yes, names, dates, time. Good or bad? What do you want to know?” Minho repeated but Changbin just sat there all quietly, staring at the man in front of him. So Minho decided to speak on his own.

“You are planning on asking her to marry you, in two weeks. Beautiful restaurant you eat in regularly already but it will be decorated with roses this time and have music she loves and then you walk on the Han river where you planned fireworks and you will ask her. And she will say yes. And you will get married, she’ll ask for a beach wedding, only the closest friends and family. Honeymoon somewhere expensive, I don’t know where, but it looked warm and nice.” Minho held in for a moment because he saw how Changbin’s eyes lit up. “You’ll work hard for her. Very hard, and then you’ll come home to surprise her on some kind of anniversary I did not get properly. Something about… meeting? Meeting anniversary? Maybe. I don’t know.” He bit his lip. “And you will walk in on her being intimate with two other guys.”

Minho rubbed his eyes and looked at the other who just sat there but quietly, not saying anything. He could hear his cats playing and looked over, a small smile on his lips before he looked back at Changbin who was shaking his head.

“That’s bullshit. She would not cheat on me!” Changbin then exclaimed.

“She is already cheating on you, Changbin. She was dating another man when you guys met and she only broke up with him, when you asked her to move in.”

“That was like… a year into our-“

“Yes,” Minho said and licked his lips. He felt bad bringing such bad news to the man in front of him. He knew Changbin was a good man, he knew he was a good guy, he had seen it. And he did not deserve that. “She wants the money. And she’ll get it because her best friend is a lawyer and knows how to get it. So Changbin… don’t ask her to marry you. You deserve better.”

“What do you know?!” Changbin growled. “You don’t know if I deserve better! She is the love of my life and she has never even once thought of hurting me. You have a fucking vivid fantasy and no one should ever actually come and ask you to see their future for them because it’s bullcrap!” Changbin yelled and Minho sighed, looking at the man getting up, standing right in front of him. “Stop spinning your fucking lies and do something useful!”

“Changbin-“ Minho started and, of course, the other did not believe him. “Changbin, please do not-“

And then he had his coffee thrown into his face, spilling all over him. At least it was already cold.

How convenient of Misses Seo to forget her purse at Lee Minho’s place.

Not that he was already having a bad day, now he had to get into the countryside and bring her the purse at ten pm.

Minho had called her and she had told him repeatedly that she was so sorry but if he could bring it over, she’ll surely compensate him. Of course Minho had declined any compensation.

After feeding his cats he had made sure everything was all closed up before grabbing his own wallet and making his way towards the Seo’s house.

Little had he known that getting there would take him one and a half hour and it was so secluded, that for a moment Minho wondered if this place still belonged to the city. Or to the world itself.

The area was beautiful. Pretty and rich and Minho felt so wrong in this part of the city that all he wanted was to turn around and run home. It was so different to who he was. He had never had a lot of money and he was working his ass off to even get enough money to pay for his tuition and food and what he needed to keep his trailer and the space of earth he was living on. Walking around in a hoodie and sweatpants gave him a few confused looks from the bus driver when he had exited the bus at this stop, a raised eyebrow even and Minho knew that he was not supposed to be here, that he did not belong here. That despite the society changing it was not for the better.

Seeing the Seo’s house was sending shivers down his spine and he was sure they had at least some chandelier hanging from the ceiling, just like the some rich people that lived in a nice neighbourhood. At least he knew that Misses Seo was nice, just like her family, otherwise he’d probably fill up with the anger he had been swallowing down at how unfair life was to some people. But instead he moved his shoulders to relax and walked towards the gate, ringing the bell.

It took a moment before the soft voice of the woman he knew already was heard.

“Oh, Minho, hello! Come in, come in!” she said and the gate opened.

If Minho was honest he had hoped he could just give her his purse back and leave but he knew it was not something she would easily let him do so he sighed and walked towards the door that swung open to reveal a very domestic looking Misses Seo. She was wearing a wide shirt and some comfortable pants, her feets were adorned with slippers that had bunny ears.

“I just made a midnight snack. Come in and have a seat. You must be tired, yeah? It’s already late and I’m so sorry for inconveniencing you like this, you surely had better plans ,” Misses Seo said and sighed before ushering Minho in who almost had no time to take off his shoes.

He was right, they had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And Changbin sitting on the couch who was looking at him like he was seeing a ghost.

“Mom? What is he doing here?” Changbin asked and he looked like he was definitely not happy. Understandable.

“Oh, honey. This is Lee Minho, the nice guy I always tell you about! Finally you get to meet, I am sure you guys will be getting along just fabulously!” she said, not noticing the weird atmosphere. “I forgot my purse earlier and he was so very sweet to bring it.”

Minho shrugged and lifted the purse he was holding when Changbin gave him an angry look and rolled his eyes.

“Does dad know? You know he doesn't like strangers in here,” Changbin said and walked over to Minho taking the purse and checking if everything was inside.

“Changbin, that is not nice. Minho would not steal from me,” the woman said, crossing her arms and looking at her son. “And yes, your father knows. He even asked me to ask Minho to stay over for the midnight snack. Also he is not a stranger.” She huffed at Changbin who seemed to be now a little smaller than before.

So that was where Changbin got the arm crossing from. His mother did it as well.

“To me he is a stranger,” Changbin growled and he was clearly not happy with the current situation. He huffed and waddled back to the couch, letting himself fall into it again and pulling up a thin blanket to cover him.

“Don’t mind him,” Misses Seo said gently and looked at Minho who just stood there a little lost. “He’s been brooding all day. He and his girlfriend broke up. He has been staying here ever since and I think he needs some time. So don’t mind him, he is usually a nice guy.”

Surprised Minho looked over at Changbin. He had not expected Changbin to actually listen to him or any of his words.

“He will find someone better,” Minho said softly and Misses Seo smiled as she started to put food on the table. That did not look like a snack and more like a midnight five course meal.

A soft chuckle left the woman’s lips. “I know. I keep telling him. She was a nice girl but… if I can be honest here for a second?”

For that, Minho simply nodded and looked at the woman who smiled at him. Changbin had the same lips, Minho noticed.

“She felt off the second Binnie invited her over. Could not pinpoint what it was but I am somehow relieved. I am his mother, I should feel bad for him but I am glad,” she sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Minho felt a little out of place so he just started helping her set the table. “Then it seems to be good she is not in his life any longer,” he said and smiled at her. “He looks like a good guy and clearly, the woman did not deserve him.”

A soft hum left Misses Seo’s lips and she nodded. “I don’t mind who he brings home as long as they treat him nicely,” she said and handed Minho some pot he put on the table.

Eating with the Seo’s was nice. The sister was not home and the father had started to crack jokes the second he had seen Minho and talked to him. It was nice even though Changbin kept shooting him angry glances. Obviously the other was everything but happy over the fact that Minho was getting along with his parents way too well.

“So, where have you parked?” Misseses Seo asked while they were eating the dessert. It was some mousse au chocolat thing Minho had never eaten before but it was unbelievably delicious. He had heard from them that they often had late night snacks this on Fridays or Saturdays when none of them had to get up early.

“Parked?”

“Yes. I mean, you have to get up early tomorrow, right? So where did you park your car?” she asked and showed him a soft smile.

“I don’t have a car,” Minho said and there was a surprised look on the lady’s face. “But don’t worry. I don’t have to get up early tomorrow.” There was a sigh and Minho sunk a little in his chair.

It looked like Misses Seo was about to ask but then let it go. “If you don’t have a car, that means you won’t be able to go back home tonight. The busses stop running after midnight,” she explained softly.

“Oh it’s fine,” Minho hurriedly said. He had feared something like that already. “I can just walk, do not worry.

“Oh hell no,” Mister Seo said and shook his head. “By all means, you look fit and my lady told me you are a great dancer but that’s quite a way and I’d rather have you sleep over. You made all the way to bring her the purse, you can just stay over for the night as a thank you.”

Now that was something Minho had not expected. Surely, he had talked to Changbin’s mother on a regular and friend-like basis, but he had not expected her to talk to her husband about it. Not that he minded, he just had not seen himself as leaving such an impact. The other thing was, that he was clearly surprised with being offered to sleep over. They were so fundamentally different but it was still so very nice to offer and it made Minho feel warm and welcomed. He had not had this for a long while.

“But I-“ he started and the woman shook his head.

“No buts. We have a very comfortable guest room and you can have breakfast with us in the morning. We eat between nine or ten, it depends on whenever Changbinnie gets out of bed.”

“Mom!” Changbin complained and pouted, a sight Minho had not expected. He was learning so much about this family and if he was honest, he was not entirely sure if he wanted that. It reminded him of all kinds of things he did not have and it prodded on the sensitive spot inside his chest he clearly preferred to ignore.

“Oh come on, Binnie, it’s true. Sometimes he just stays on his phone all night, other times he produces music. Has he told you about it? Oh, no, of course he did not, you guys haven't really spoken yet after all,” Misses Seo said and smiled warmly.

“A producer?” Minho asked surprised and curiously. Surely, he had seen Changbin writing down things and sitting on all kinds of musical stuff in his vision but he had not really known that the other did it regularly, maybe even as a job?

“Shouldn’t you know?” Changbin growled, crossing his arms. “But yeah, I produce music. I’m pretty good at it.”

“We always wanted him to go to university and take over a big business but he is so happy with it, we prefer it that way,” Changbin’s father said and it made Minho smile, ignoring how Changbin mentioned his powers.

“That’s actually pretty nice,” he said and nodded. “It’s always good to go for what makes you happy, right?”

That made Changbin’s mother nod eagerly and pat her son’s back. “He is doing amazing. We are all really proud.”

Now that was when Changbin’s cheek turned red and he whined. “Mom, please. You are embarrassing me,” he whined and Minho chuckled softly.

A lovely family.

“You always say that but it’s fine. I know you love me,” Misses Seo grinned, making Changbin whine even more. He had been all tough in front of Minho and now he was, well, whining like a child. “Okay kids. It is getting late. Changbin, please show Minho our guest room, okay? And borrow him something he can sleep in and give him a toothbrush, okay?”

A sigh left Changbin’s lips and he nodded.

“I can help clean the dishes,” Minho then hurriedly said as he collected the dishes to help Misses Seo.

“Honey, that’s what the dishwasher is for,” she said softly and a soft “Oh” left Minho’s lips. Right. People had dishwashers. “Now hush, go with Changbin. And have a wonderful night.”

Slowly Minho nodded, trotting after Changbin who walked upstairs.

“It’s the room next to mine,” the smaller said and looked at Minho. “So do not even try anything stupid. Do not even think about robbing us.”

“First of all, I’m not a thief. Aside from your heart maybe,” Minho tried to joke, not entirely up to his old self after he had been so surprised by the entire situation. But he was trying. “Second of all, don’t you think that would be hella obvious? A stranger in your house, you get robbed and the stranger is then as gone as your valuable objects? I’m not an idiot.”

“Well, you steal people’s money with acting like you have some… powers,” Changbin just gave back and Minho sighed.

This guy really was getting on his nerves.

“Look, you don’t have to believe in it, but it does not change the fact that I was right about you and your girlfriend, wasn’t I?”

“Ex-girlfriend,” the smaller said as he opened a door to a room. “Don’t dare make a comment. I usually don’t live here but I am moving out of my shared apartment so I’m staying here.” He looked at Minho who nodded before he walked in with Changbin.

There were a few boxes in a rather big room and Minho was almost sure that place was bigger than his entire trailer. It was messy, there were dirty plates and cups all around, some piles of clothes and even tissues around one of the trash bins. Changbin walked towards the closet and was about to open it when he suddenly stopped.

“How did you know?” Changbin then asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Mh?”

“The thing with my ex. That you were right?” Changbin looked suspicious and angry and Minho really had the urge to take a few steps back but did not.

“I told you, I can see things,” Minho then said and shrugged.

“You didn’t fuck with her, did you?”

Now that was something Minho had not expected. He stared at Changbin with big eyes before he started to laugh a little too loud that it even startled Changbin.

“Dude. I’m as gay as it gets. I’ve never even kissed a woman once and I prefer it to stay like that,” Minho laughed and shook his head. “I’d rather sleep with you then even touch your ex-girlfriend.” A shiver ran through Minho’s body. He did not want to offend anyone, women just were not for him.

“Excuse me, what?!” Changbin said, eyes wide and staring at Minho.

“It was my way of telling you I am gay. Entirely fucking gay. I like men. I did not touch your woman. Ex. I would never even think about it,” Minho said and shrugged. “Aside from that, I have never met her. I don’t even know her name.”

For a long moment Changbin just stared at Minho before he huffed and turned back to his closet, pulling out a long shirt and some underwear. “Moving on,” he grumbled and Minho wondered if he should tell Changbin that he would probably not even put on those clothes to sleep because he preferred to just sleep in his underwear. But that might be a little too much information.

“Toothbrushes are in the drawer of the bathroom,” the smaller said and just got a confused look from Minho. “What?”

“You forgot I have never been in this house before and have no idea where your bathroom is,” Minho said and Changbin huffed.

“Yeah, mister psychic, so much about those powers, huh?”

Again, Minho thought of telling the other that his powers did not work like that but he let it go. Changbin did not believe him anyways so he was not here to waste time on that.

“Then come along, I’ll get you a toothbrush.”

Never had Minho ever slept so well in his entire life.

Of course he had an own mattress in his trailer but it was old – if he remembered right, his parent’s had even bought it – and it was nothing compared to this heavenly feeling.

So despite Minho having only slept a few hours because of his mind running way too fast, he felt relaxed and refreshed. He had never felt this good after this little sleep.

Going down early was something he hoped was not inappropriate. Of course he was wearing Changbin’s white way too big sleeping shirt and just some shorts that were useless as they disappeared under the shirt but hey, at least he was not running around naked nor running around with his old clothes that still smelled okay but, well, everything Changbin owned was probably a lot more expensive than everything cheap Minho owned.

Yes, he was that insecure.

“Good morning, Minho,” Misses Seo said when Minho walked barefoot into the kitchen and showed her a smile.

“Good morning,” Minho said softly and bowed a bit in a polite way.

“You are up early. How did you sleep?”

“I’m usually up even earlier,” Minho said and checked if he could help with something. Misses Seo was chopping some vegetable so he went to wash his hands to help. “I slept really well. Thank you.”

The woman smiled at him and then shook his head. “No need to help me, really. I enjoy making breakfast. Though you can make coffee, if you’d like to,” she then offered and Minho relaxed a bit.

“Surely,” he nodded and looked at the big ass fancy coffee machine and for once he was glad he had been working in a coffee shop for a while.

“So… aren’t you usually busy on the weekend?” she asked, clearly something she had wanted to ask last night but had not out of decency.

A soft sigh left Minho’s lips and he nodded. “Yeah, I would. But I was fired,” he frowned and brushed through his hair.

“Oh my. What happened?”

“The shop is closing. The owner gave us the last few weeks off, with pay, luckily. But yeah, I have to look for another job that fits my schedule,” Minho said and it felt like he was talking to a friend. And as odd as it was, he kind of felt like Misses Seo was his friend.

“That sucks,” she said and it surprised Minho that the woman used such words but it made him smile. “What? My son uses such words all the time.” She chuckled a bit.

Humming softly, Minho nodded. “It does suck. Big time. I need the money for my tuition and living expenses.” And the coffee shop had paid well so it had been very convenient that he had been able to work during the weekends when he had not been busy.

They were silent for a long moment, only interrupted by the sounds of the coffee machine and the chopping of the vegetables until Misses Seo spoke again.

“Why don’t you work for me?” she offered and then stopped chopping, looking at Minho. “Before you say something, let me explain. I need someone to help me around the house and garden. My husband is a CEO and works a lot and Changbin is usually working. He doesn’t live with us and I am sure he is planning on moving out again soon. Our daughter is barely here, busy with university and everything so I am all alone in here, taking care of the house. I’ve considered looking into getting someone to help me so… why don’t you help me? You need the money, I need a helping hand. And we get along well, don’t we?”

That was something that left Minho speechless. All he had wanted was to take Misses Seo’s purse back to her and now he had not only been invited to a midnight snack and a sleepover as well as breakfast, but she was also offering him a job.

“Are you sure?” he asked almost shyly, looking his lips almost nervously. It would help him in so many ways and it would probably even be enjoyable because Misses Seo was nice to be around and Minho liked working and cleaning places. And doing garden work.

“Yes. I am. Just don’t think I’ll be going easy on you,” she said, jokingly. “But yes, I mean it. We will of course see how much I’ll pay you but the transportation will be included and everything. So? What do you say?”

“Yes,” Minho then said, a nervous but happy smile on his lips. He had not expected that. “Thank you so much. Really. Thank you so so so much.” He wanted to hug the lady so badly but out of respect he just bowed. “It means a lot to me.”

“I can see that,” she said softly and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Now can you set the table?”

“Of course!”

The first time Minho had come around to help Misses Seo, Changbin had almost tackled him as he had thought he was here to break in – all Minho had done was looking around the garden, as Misses Seo had told him to.

While Mister Seo was very okay with Minho helping out, Changbin was more than just suspicious. Whenever no one was in the same room, Changbin pulled a chair over and sat down, watching Minho. “Just in case,” was what he said and Minho tried to not get offended by it but if he was honest, he slightly did get offended.

Just like today. Changbin was sitting on a chair, watching Minho while typing on his phone from time to time.

“Don’t you have work to get to?” Minho mumbled, feeling uncomfortable getting watched while he cleaned the kitchen.

Sipping from his coffee, Changbin looked at the other. “Can’t have you robbing our house like that. I already saw through you. No stealing for you,” he growled and Minho snorted.

“Look, I might be short on money, but I am not here to steal,” Minho said and shook his head. “That’s not for me and I am only here to help your mom. We have a legal contract.”

“Yeah, sure. You sweet talked her into helping you, I get it,” Changbin huffed.

“Exactly, like I sweet talked you into breaking up with your ex. Both of that was not my decision,” Minho gave back, rolling his eyes and he could see Changbin get up from his chair, angrily.

“What did you say?!”

“What? You throwing coffee at me again?” Minho said and frowned. “Look, I am not here to steal. I am here to help. You don’t have to be my friend but let me work in peace. If you want to be in the same room, fine, but please stop watching me like you are about to skin me.” He sighed and looked at Changbin and there was real exhaustion in his expression. “I’m sorry for your ex and you. No. I am not sorry for your ex. But I am sorry this happened to you. Okay? But eventually this was your decision. Not mine. I only told you what I saw.”

“Yeah, because you surely did not know her and knew about her screwing around,” Changbin snorted, still believing that Minho was somehow connected to his ex and knowing her.

“You can question me all you want, I don’t mind it. But please stop getting in my way. Just leave me alone. All I want is help your mom and have enough money to provide for my living expenses. That’s all.”

“You got yourself a good family to suck money from,” Changbin said and Minho rolled his eyes. If that guy did not manage to shut up, he would definitely turn some tables over and throw the bucket of water he used to clean at Changbin. Hot water.

But Minho knew how to control him and instead just turned around to keep cleaning.

He meant it. When he said he was sorry for Changbin. The guy was a pain in the ass, clearly, but he still felt sorry for the other. He had obviously really loved that woman and no one was supposed to be treated that way.

If Minho was honest he kind of found Changbin interesting. How he talked to his parents, how he pouted, how he talked on the phone to his sister or friends. It was gentle and sweet and sometimes even cute. There were a few moments when Changbin did not think Minho was nearby or when Changbin had the window open and did not notice Minho being in the garden, when Minho heard him laugh and it was adorable. Nothing of this angriness left, nothing of him being a bitch. Of course it was clear to Minho that the other just wanted to protect his family and had hard feelings towards Minho due to their first encounter, but it was nice, seeing other sides of Changbin.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he did not even notice that Misses Seo walked in and smiled at them.

“How are you doing, Minho?” she asked softly and he hummed.

“It’s coming along just fine. You already keep your kitchen clean so there is not too much for me to do,” Minho said and she nodded.

“Still enough to clean. I am so sorry I keep you from your other job,” she said and Changbin raised an eyebrow.

“What other job?”

Instead of replying to Changbin, Minho shook his head and concentrated on the lady. He was not having a conversation with someone who did not even listen. “It is fine. It’s not that I really charge most of my customers anyways,” he said softly and hummed.

“I knew it,” Misses Seo said, shaking his head and chuckling a bit. “But you know, you offer great service so you are allowed to charge some money.”

“What other job?” Changbin asked again and clearly, he was having some weird thoughts as he looked between terrified and confused.

“The psychic one, Binnie. Minho offers those to people, remember. I told you about.”

A loud groan left Changbin’s lips and Minho sighed. Here they went again. And Minho wished he could just close his ears off, turn deaf for a few moments or at least whenever Changbin acted like he was entitled to protect his mother, a very clever, grown woman.

“Mom, that is utter bullshit. He cannot see the future. Or past. Or whatever he does with that. He is faking it.”

Instead of replying to it, Minho just sighed and kept cleaning the window he was working on. Cleaning, cooking and inappropriate flirting had always been his coping mechanism and right now cleaning made a lot more sense than flirting with someone who, well, was still calling part of him bullshit. He knew it was hard to understand. But this was not his job to make the other understand and it was not for Changbin to judge. But that was what people loved to do. Judge.

And for a few minutes even Misses Seo was quiet before she opened her mouth. Obviously she had wondered if she should talk back to Changbin in front of Minho. “First of all, Changbin, that’s none of your business. Maybe he has those skills. Maybe not. But I am a grown woman and Minho gives great advice. He has helped me in hard times and I think if he has such a great set of skills, he is allowed to use them for money.”

Minho bit his lip. She was nice, not caring if he really had those powers and if Minho was honest, sometimes he wished he did not. But that was not how life worked, unfortunately.

“He is charging you for money where he should not, mom,” Changbin gave back and the woman rolled her eyes. Minho was used to her to be all friendly and smiley or sometimes serious but right now she seemed straight up annoyed.

“Have you not listened to him? He barely charges anyone for money, Changbin. He only twice charged me for money and that was months ago. I am a regular at his and he never asks me to pay.” Misses Seo shook his head. “Stop being so unfriendly. Minho is helping us out with a fair contract and he is doing great work here. That has nothing to do with his other job and that is also none of our business.”

Just when Changbin opened his mouth to talk, his mother shook his head and stopped him. “You better apologize to Minho.”

Now Changbin’s face turned into pure anger. Apologize? Definitely not. So instead of replying he just got up, grabbed his hoodie and stormed off.

It was quiet aside from the sounds of the squeezy Minho used to clean the window. Man, that had gotten heated real quick and something in Minho longed for it. Longed for a situation like this with his parents, so domestic and stupid. Minho missed his parents, especially in situations like these.

“I’m really sorry, Minho,” Misses Seo said and looked at him but he only shook his head.

“No, I am sorry. We started off weirdly and ever since he seems like he doesn’t like me. I cannot blame him, not everyone believes in what I can do and that is fine.” Minho showed her a soft smile and she nodded slightly.

“Just make sure he does not affect you too much, okay?” she said and Minho nodded.

It was sweet how worried she was, how caring, and it reminded himself of his own mother. “Thank you, but I am fine.” He waved it off and kept cleaning the next window.

It was over a week later and if Changbin was honest, he still was not over the situation with his mother and Minho.

How could a stranger get his mother to reprimand him? Like this? He knew he had overstepped but he just really did not like that. Faking something that could in no way be real to get money. His mother obviously liked that guy a lot, maybe she should adopt him. If he kept acting like this, she surely would even give him the inheritance.

No.

If Changbin was honest that was not it. Whatever that guy was doing was not his business. He had been pissed when his mother had told him about it but that had long gone. The problem was: he was heartbroken.

Simple as that.

Minho had been right when he had told him about his girlfriend. And about him kissing a boy. And no one knew that so Minho must have either really great guessing game or he was right with those weird fucking skills. But he had been right. And Changbin wanted to be grateful because he knew he dodged a bullet there but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because his girlfriend of almost four years had cheated on him, had lied to him about being pregnant while Changbin had loved her so dearly and had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. So instead of being grateful he was heartbroken because he had loved her so dearly and now she was gone. Like a big piece ripped out of his chest.

And he knew it was not exactly Minho’s fault but there was no one else to blame but Minho; for telling him. And his ex-girlfriend for being such a fucking whore – but he was not yet at the point of calling her that.

Now, he was not still in love with her anymore. Not exactly, if he was honest. But he had had his, no, their future planned and now he was left with nothing but change and heartbreak and right now he could only deal with that with being angry. He did not want to be angry at Minho but it was better to be angry at a stranger than at his parents or friends or, well, himself. For not seeing that his girlfriend had cheated on him.

She had loved him. And Changbin did not doubt that. But sometimes love was not enough.

“Changbin?” A familiar voice reached him and Changbin looked up from the desk and the paper he had been scribbling on. He was supposed to produce music or write lyrics but instead he had just scratched the paper apart angrily with a pen. Well, so much about anger issues.

“Sorry, Chan, I just really zoned out,” Changbin sighed and leaned back, looking at his friend and work partner, Bang Chan.

“You did not look happy and the paper looks a little destroyed,” Chan said and patted Changbin’s shoulder. “You angry about your ex again?”

A sigh left the younger’s lips and he nodded. “Will that ever pass?” he sighed and looked at Chan who nodded and ruffled Changbin’s hair almost softly.

“It will pass. It takes a while. You’ve been together for a while and you only have been apart for what? A month? That’s not much, dude. But it will pass and get better. You’ll let go eventually. And it will pass.”

Nodding slowly, Changbin leaned back and sighed. “I don’t think I’ll get any work done today,” he mumbled and Chan chuckled.

“That’s fine, dude. Also very convenient. I have a friend coming over. I’m working on a track for him so maybe you two can help me figure out what bothers me still,” Chan said and Changbin blinked surprised.

He had never met any friends of Chan during work hours. The only one who popped in was Jisung, a good friend of both, but he had been busy with a lot of stuff regularly and aside from that? No one. Also Chan usually never let clients come over and listen to an unfinished track. That was new.

“Sure, whatever,” Changbin nodded and threw away the paper he had torn apart. “What does he need the track for?” he asked curiously then.

“Dancing,” Chan said and there was a fond smile on his face. “He is a great dancer and he needs it so he can make a choreography for it. More unique, you know?”

That Changbin was aware of. New tracks that were catchy and no one had heard before were an extra catch after all.

“So, when is he coming,” he asked just seconds before there was a knock on the door. What a timing.

“Come in,” Chan said and turned around, just for the door to open and reveal a very casual looking Lee Minho. He had red cheeks and looked a little sweaty, wearing only sweatpants, a simply shirt and very new looking shoes.

So much about him not having money, huh?

“Oh come on,” Changbin mumbled and Minho looked surprised but kept the smile on his lips.

“Hey, just finished dance practice and brought coffee,” Minho said and gave Chan a coffee as well as Changbin before he sat down and took a sip from his own coffee. Luckily Chan had told him he had a friend over so he had brought coffee for all of them.

“How was it?” Chan asked and grinned, oblivious to the situation. “Ah, also, this is Changbin. We work together. Changbin, this is Lee Minho.”

“Oh, I know,” Changbin huffed and took a sip from his coffee. It was tasty.

“Yeah, we met before at my home,” Minho hummed and smiled at Chan. “And ugh, don’t ask. I have one of those entitled kids in my course and instead of training, he keeps asking and keeps all the kids waiting. I’ll probably end up adding another appointment because he holds everyone back.”

“The life of a suffering dance teacher,” Chan said and Minho chuckled slightly, nodding. “I should call the piece of music that.”

“Feel free to do so,” Minho said and smiled warmly. “I gave you permission to call it whatever you want, remember? You are creating it for free so whatever you add, do that. As long as I can dance to it, I am happy.”

Changbin tensed. So this guy pretended to have no money but came in with some expensive shoes and even being a damn dancing teacher but still got the track for free? He even owned an extra trailer and cats! Now that was something he was not happy with. But he was not in the mood to fight with Minho right now, especially not in front of Chan.

“I get the people noticing my music,” Chan said and grinned at them, clearly happy with being able to compose a track for his friend. “Okay, I’ll play it and you guys tell me your opinion. Because there is something that bothers me and I cannot figure it out.”

“Nice, shoot it at us,” Minho said, smiling and sitting down on a chair next to Chan. He seemed so much more at ease than Changbin had ever seen him – not that he had seen him many times, no, only at his trailer and when he was at their house. Which had been a few times already, every weekend after all, but whenever he saw Minho working in his parents’ house, he looked so stern and concentrated. Hard working. And still, Changbin couldn’t just not be angry at Minho. Not even now when he was looking so excited at Chan, all smiley and handsome and red cheeks.

“Sure,” Changbin said and nodded, leaning back to listen to the music Chan was about to play.

The short visit of Minho turned into a four hour visit of music, banter and cold coffee.

It was interesting seeing Minho actually understanding music and helping Chan with the music. He seemed to actually know quite a bit about music, even if he was a dancer, he knew more than the basics. And it was nice to watch. Watch him smile and interact with Chan and even Changbin, as if Changbin was not acting like a total asshole around Minho.

Once Minho left, Changbin let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding.

“Wow, man, you were tense,” Chan said and lifted his eyebrows once he knew Minho was out of the building and not somewhere in the hallways and could eventually come back. “I know Minho is hot but no need to act so weird.”

“I’m not acting weird at all,” Changbin gave back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He knew he was.

An amused snort left Chan’s lips. “Dude, mate, my man, you’ve never acted this weird in front of anyone so spill the tea you are brewing there.”

“Mpf,” Changbin made but Chan was good with staring him down, had always been. They had been friends for a while now, they had met when Changbin had had an internship in the company and Chan had just started working here. That had been around the time when he had started dating his ex-girlfriend. Ugh. That thought alone made him angry enough to spill.

“My mom goes to his… vision meetups. And I went there to, well, ask him to give her the money back,” Changbin huffed and Chan raised an eyebrow but did not say anything. “Instead he told me about my ex and, well, somehow he ended up working for my mother now, helping in the house and garden. But I don’t get it. He takes money for something he is making up. Is he even doing that legally? And he has a goddamn trailer. And cats. And new shoes that look hella expensive and you making him an entirely new track from starch for free! I don’t believe that he is just working to meet his expenses, like he said. That’s bullshit. Pretty sure he is plotting something and-“

“I am stopping you there,” Chan said, looking rather exhausted. Changbin knew that look. It was the look his friend always got when someone had said something absolutely stupid. “Okay, first of all, he is my best friend. We’ve known each other since kindergarten or something. So me making him a track is simply because he is my best friend. Like a brother.” He licked his lips. “But that is not the point. You are my close friend too so I am not judging that you are judging him. But, have you not been to his house? Minho said you met at his house.”

“Well, the trailer, not his apartment or something,” Changbin snorted and shook his head. Bullshit. Chan was just going to protect Minho because they were friends, he should have seen that coming. And it made Changbin angry because he would have done the same if he was in Chan’s position but he did not want to be reprimanded again. He was Chan’s friend too, after all.

“That, Binnie, is his house. He lives in a trailer,” Chan said and sighed, brushing through his hair.

Now all Changbin could do was stare. That guy lived in a trailer? How could anyone seriously live in a trailer? It was cold during winter and hot during summer and where the fuck did that guy go during extremely bad weather? Storms for example? But damn, his house was a trailer? What?[Textflussumbruch][Textflussumbruch]But Chan kept talking. “The shoes you saw? I gave them to him. I bought them for him because his old ones broke and he almost broke his ankle two weeks ago because his old shoes were so done, he could have danced barefoot and it would not have made a difference. I gave him the shoes telling him I’ve been having them lying around and if he doesn’t take them I’m throwing them away. And Minho hates throwing stuff away so he took them.”

For a moment Changbin was about to say something but Chan shook his head and continued speaking, leaving his friend quiet.

“The cats, Binnie. The cats are his only family. This is not my place to tell you but I will because I know Minho won’t: his parents are dead. Have been for a while. He doesn’t know about any other family and he has a hard time paying off the trailer his parents bought because it is one of the few things he has left from his parents and he does his best to pay the rent for staying at the spot he has been living since he was a kid. His parents lived with him in trailer. And all he has left of them are the trailer, and the cats.”

“What?” Changbin frowned and looked confused at Chan. That was a lot to take in and all Changbin could do was frowning. His head was spinning and he was trying to sort whatever Chan was saying but it did not match up with what he thought about Minho. And that felt like shit. It did not match up.

“Not everyone is well-off as we are, Changbin. And I am trying to support him, sneak in some nice products from time to time, get him a new blanket when it’s too cold in winter and sneak in some money for his cat piggy bank he has in case his cats need to go to the vet. He has no one who can pay for his tuition. Who can pay his rent. Who buys him an apartment so he can live without worries. He works two jobs while studying dance so he can be a professional dancer because that is his passion, his dream. And he has been so close to having to give up his dream because how expensive it is to just be alive. But that wouldn’t be living anymore, that would be just surviving because Minho without dance is just a walking corpse.”

“But the visions-“ Changbin started because that was the only thing he had left he could think of. Now he felt like a fool, like a complete moron. He knew he had needed someone to take out his anger on and Minho had taken it so very well but now he felt horrible.

“It’s true. That’s why we barely touch and make sure fabric is between us. I don’t know why he can do that. I don’t care. I have seen him do it many times and he is always right unless it’s the future so it can still be changed. Like you did. Doesn’t change the fact that he was right.” Chan was talking almost gently and soft now. “But it doesn’t matter. People go to him because he is a great listener. And once the people come regularly, he does not charge them anymore. Because he feels bad. Two times and then stops. He is giving them his time, Changbin. Time he could use for dancing or working. But instead he is so nice because he would feel bad stopping now because the people come to him because they trust him and feel good. I know you guys had a bad start. And I’d be hurt and pissed too if a stranger told me that my girlfriend was cheating on me. But he didn’t do it to hurt you, Changbin.”

“Then why did he? Why the fuck did he tell me?” Changbin gave back and he wasn’t sure what to feel. He had misjudged Minho and he knew he had. He had interpreted so many mean things into the other and he had been aware of it but it had been his only coping mechanism. And now he felt so horrible and angry and sad. “Why did he fucking tell me?!”

“To protect you. He likes your mother, they talk a lot. That’s what I know. And I am sure he wanted to protect you because your mother loves you and he knows that. He wanted to protect you even though it means heartbreak. Even though you are a stranger to him.”

“How is he so disgustingly good?” Changbin groaned and sank into his chair, shaking his head. “Where is his flaw?” Now he looked clearly desperate. Trying to grasp for something that would not make him feel like he was the worst human being ever. He knew he wasn’t, but he still felt like it.

Chan chuckled quietly. “He keeps stuff bottled up. He overworks himself on a daily basis and he is horrible with accepting both compliments and presents. He is a perfectionist and sometimes that is annoying and man he is one stubborn idiot,” he snorted and looked at Changbin. “He has his flaws. Believe me. But this time-“

“I know. I’m an asshole,” Changbin grumbled and was clearly pouting now. But at least Chan was not making him feel worse than he already felt inside. At least Chan gave him a chance. “I acted like a big asshole to him and he was only having good intentions. Great. What do I do now? I can’t just apologize to him and tell him that you told me he is poor as heck.”

“Maybe don’t,” Chan said, grimacing. “He doesn’t do well with that. But.”

Now it was Changbin who lifted an eyebrow, waiting for Chan to continue. He was not very fond of it as Chan was probably going to tell him to suck it up and apologize. And he was probably right but Changbin had his pride and as stupid as it was, he was unable to do something like that.

“You can act like a normal human being. Like you appreciate him or something. Make an effort. Go the extra mile. No need to become friends with him but you said he works for your mom, right? Don't be an asshole whenever you see him.”

“And how exactly do I do that?” Changbin asked and looked a little helpless at Chan. Now that was some big shit he had to do there. Undoing his assholery was something he had never had to do because he had never acted this shitty towards anyone before. He had never done someone wrong this much and it was really getting to him.

“I don’t know, man? Offer him a drink when he helps around the house. Maybe a piece of cake. Invite him to parties or something. Help him while he works, mate. I don’t know. Just don’t be an asshole because we all know you are a sweet baby boy that does no harm. ‘Looks like he could kill you but is a cinnamon roll’, remember?”

Now Changbin grimaced and huffed. Yeah, he remembered that. He knew people thought he was an angry unfriendly dude often, but he was actually pretty soft and friendly. The break up had just gotten to him and he was currently often on the verge of crying so instead he had decided to turn it into anger.

“I’ll try, I guess…” he mumbled and Chan patted his shoulder.

“Sorry I put this much information on you,” Chan started and shrugged. “And I am pretty sure Minho would not appreciate it. He likes to keep things bottled up, as I mentioned. But I think you needed to hear it,” he added and ruffled Changbin’s hair one more time.

For a short time the younger stayed quiet before he nodded to Chan’s words.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Standing in front of the trailer he had last seen weeks – no, two months ago – was a big thing. A few weeks had past and while he had really tried his best to act nicer around Minho, it was hard. Now, whenever he saw Minho, he felt like a big asshole instead of a man with anger issues and that got in the way from time to time. But hey, he was trying.

For a moment he looked around – should he just knock? Because there was no bell on the trailer’s door.

“Knock knock,” Changbin said while knocking on the trailer.

Just in time Changbin was able to take a step back because the door swung open outwards and damn, that had been close to his nose.

“Yeah?” Minho said, big eyes and dishevelled hair. He was wearing some sweatpants and a shirt and he clearly had just napped or at least chilled somehow. “Changbin? What are you- Did I forget something?” The younger looked confused at the smaller male.

“The BBQ party, remember? Mom invited you.”

“And I declined and-“

“I’m here to pick you up. Chan and Jisung will be there too and I know you know them. They insisted of you coming so uhm… put on some normal clothes and lets go!” Changbin was really not good at this entire ‘be nice’ thing. He knew that he did not have to do it, that he did not have to pick up Minho from his home so he could take him to a BBQ party but he felt like he needed to. “You can say no but you’ll be the one explaining it to Chan then.”

A huff left Minho’s lips and for a moment he seemed to think about it before he sighed. “Okay,” he then mumbled before disappearing in his trailer again, keeping the door open though.

“Oh, also you can sleep over. Chan and Jisung will probably too. So eh… feed the cats or something?” Changbin added and felt a soft nudge on his leg. A cat. He had just mentioned a cat and here it was.

A soft meow left the orange cat and for a moment Changbin hesitated before kneeling down, carefully holding out his hand. He had always wanted a pet but they had never had any and sometimes he felt like he had been missing out on something important.

The cat gently butted the head against his hand and Changbin smiled, slightly petting him.

“You have to lend me clothes if I sleep over. The only clothes I have currently are dancing clothes, the rest is at Chan’s. He’s washing my clothes sometimes,” Minho said and then looked at the other, only having a small bag in his hand and some cat food in the other.

He then stopped in his track, looking surprised at Changbin who was petting his cat’s head.

“Huh. That is a surprise. Doongie usually hates everyone,” Minho mumbled and there was a small smile on his lips.

As soon as he filled the bowls two other cats came rushing, one out of the trailer and one from the trees and Doongie almost immediately ignored Changbin to go grab some food.

“Where do they sleep?” Changbin asked and looked at Minho who was still kneeling next to the cat and petting them, telling them he would come home tomorrow and that they should be safe. It was cute to watch him be so soft with his cats. Chan was right, Minho really seemed to love those cats.

“Usually inside,” Minho said and pointed at the door of the trailer and just then he noticed the cat door. It looked small compared to the cats.

“Do they… eh… even still fit in?” Changbin asked and lifted an eyebrow.

“Are you calling them fat?” Minho asked, acting like he was hurt before a small chuckle left his lips. “You’d be surprised at how liquid cats can be. So yeah, they still fit inside.” Minho then got up and looked at Changbin, nodding. “We can go now,” he said and closed the trailer door, locking it before turning back to the other, walking with him the second Changbin started to go towards a car parked not too far away.

Driving with Changbin was surprisingly chill. He listened to nice music and Minho felt safe while the other drove. That was something Minho was usually not too comfortable with but this time he was safe and sound.

He was still surprised that Changbin had picked him up. He had actually declined Misses Seo’s offer simply because it would have been a hassle to get there, go back and then go there the next morning to work but Changbin had picked him up and offered a sleepover so that was convenient.

Also how could he say no to Chan and Jisung? And Changbin’s effort of being nice to him.

Once they had arrived Chan and Jisung were already chilling in the garden, just waiting for them to finally come and help them prepare the barbecue grill while Misses Seo was taking the food out and setting the garden table.

It was nice. Minho could not remember the last time he had been to a BBQ party with people who he felt mostly comfortable around and he shook his head when Chan and Jisung squeezed both Changbin and Minho close. From the corner of Minho’s eyes he could also see Chan’s parents and he had seen Jisung’s mother once or twice so he could tell she was here too.

“You managed to get him here,” Jisung grinned brightly at the both of them. “I am surprised.”

“It’s not like I stay away from social gatherings on purpose,” Minho said, pouting a little bit. It was true, he just mostly had no time. Which was sad, because he loved his friends dearly. So he somehow was glad and grateful Changbin had picked him up.

“I know I know. I just rarely see one of my best friends and I hate that,” Jisung said and squeezed Minho’s cheeks slightly, making the dancer grimace. Now that was something only Jisung was allowed to do. Minho had to admit that he had a soft spot for the other, like a younger brother he never had. Excluding his cats, of course.

“Me too, it’s great to see you two,” Minho said and looked at Chan and Jisung before he turned to Changbin and nodded. “Thank you for picking me up.” He hummed softly and then got dragged along by Jisung towards the garden.

Changbin smiled slightly and Chan gently patted the other’s shoulder. “Good job,” he hummed and nodded towards Changbin before he walking after Jisung and Minho, Changbin following them.

Just sitting with them was already nice. While the parents were sitting around a table, currently talking and enjoying their wine, the boys were chilling on a picnic blanket with some food and beer, sipping it from time to time. One might even think that Jisung, for example, was already wasted as his cheeks were slightly red and he was resting his head on Chan's lap and his legs halfway on Changbin, halfway on Minho.

“And then he literally goes 'Miss Kim. Miss Kim?’ and I swear to god I hear someone whisper 'she fucking dead' from the other end of the room and I just lost it,” Jisung said, gesturing wildly while almost spilling his beer. “Just because the video call froze.”

Chan shook his head amused. “I remember you sending me a voice message simply consisting of you laughing and mumbling that.”

“And you didn’t even realise what I was quoting!” Jisung whined and Minho snorted amused.

“That’s cause Chan is a horrible vine-whisperer. He knows almost none of them.” Minho shook his head and Changbin chuckled. It was true though, Chan was mostly too busy to end up in the newest internet loopholes – or in this case the oldest. One day they needed to sit down and watch some lengthy vine compilations. But not today.

“I know some!”

“Really?” Jisung said in a hopeful voice but Changbin only laughed.

“Yeah you sure you do?”

“Yes!” Chan nodded eagerly and Minho took a sip from his beer.

“A shot every time Chan won’t recognize a vine or meme.” Minho grinned at the others and Jisung shook his head.

“We would be drunk in seconds!”

“Hey! I just said I do know some!” Chan complained and looked almost offended at the others. It wasn’t like he knew none of the memes and vines, he just had a hard time remembering them. Not that it surprised any of them.

“Really?” Jisung doubted and grinned at Chan. “Then tell me some, baby.”

Minho snorted amused as Chan tried to recall some of the vines they had once watched together, quite a bit ago. Minho mostly downloaded the songs and videos and shows he wanted to watch at Chan’s, not that he really had time for most of them, but sometimes he felt like keeping up to date. Though usually he just read the plot on Wikipedia or whatever he found and was mostly done with it. But sometimes he missed just being a normal young adult, binge watching some shows online and sleeping in.

“Here this... Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla!” Chan said and grinned, getting himself another sausage and dipping it into sauce. “Or uhm... I thought you were American!” He grinned proudly.

Changbin laughed amused, more because Chan looked like a happy child than anything else.

“Oh, look out-“ Minho started as he saw sauce dripping on the other’s shirt – only for Jisung to break out in loud laughter.

“So he was sitting there, barbecue sauce on his tiddies-“ he started but was so please with himself that he just broke out into laughter. It only took the other three seconds to end up laughing too, Changbin almost spitting out the sip of beer he had just tried to down.

It made Minho realise how much he had missed them. How much he missed just being with other people and enjoying the time with them. His life rarely included his favourite people and if Minho was honest, he missed it.

They had all ended up sleeping in Changbin's room. An ocean of mattress had been prepared for them – or more like Changbin had just put three mattresses on the ground and put pillows and blankets on it. And it was surprisingly comfortable. Chan had decided to spoon Minho as Chan was always cold while Minho often radiated heat and Jisung would end up sleeping on top of all of them sooner or later, so Changbin had decided Jisung had to sleep on the side so Changbin would at least have the chance of having one blanket. Jisung was way too good with stealing and then hogging blankets.

Not that it helped because Changbin had woken up without any blankets and with Jisung and Chan draped on top of him. Minho was nowhere to be seen.

For a long moment he had just stayed in bed and tried to fall back asleep but it had not worked so instead he had climbed out of the bed and brushed his teeth before wandering down to the kitchen.

It was where he found Minho, sitting on a chair and drinking something that smelled like fresh coffee.

“Oh, good morning,” Minho said and smiled at Changbin. “I made coffee,” he added and the older nodded. “I usually wake up early, couldn’t sleep and longer. But I didn’t want to annoy you guys.”

“You could have just watched YouTube or something on your phone,” Changbin shrugged but not really minding it.

But Minho just shook his head. “Nah, I barely have data left so, yeah.”

“Use our WiFi?” Changbin snorted but then realized he had never given Minho the WiFi password and his mom surely hadn’t thought about that either. Oh well. “Here,” he said and opened his phone where he had a screenshot of the WiFi password. “Sorry, didn’t think that far,” he admitted and pushed the phone to Minho while he grabbed some coffee for himself. “Also it’s fine. The coffee here is so much better than some videos, sometimes.”

A soft hum left Minho's lips, a clear sound or agreement, as he typed in the password and leaned back in his chair. He had his legs on his chair, crossed, looking a little small in the big shirt of Changbin’s – Minho was sure that Changbin would disappear in this shirt if he wore it because the other was muscular but small. And this shirt was long.

“I missed this coffee machine in my apartment. We only had a really cheap one,” Changbin said and sighed. “Oh uhm... I hope it’s not insensitive if I talk about this?”

For a long moment Minho was a little confused about this but then realised. “Ah. Chan told you, didn’t he?”

Changbin got quiet for a bit, unsure if an honest answer was okay but lying would be even worse. “Yes, he did. Sorry, I hope it’s okay?”

“I’m not sure if I am happy about it but I trust Chan so it’s okay,” Minho said softly and nodded. He wasn’t angry, he was just unsure if such information was good in Changbin’s hands. They weren’t close after all and if Minho was honest he was always a little scared if people used information about him against him. To hurt him. It wouldn’t be the first time

Nodding slowly Changbin took a sip from his coffee, just to whine quietly. It was still too hot. There was a small chuckle from Minho but he didn’t say anything. The atmosphere between them was still awkward but at least Minho wasn’t surrounded by hate or suspicion and that was an improvement already.

“I always use the coffee machine in the dance studio,” Minho then said. “It’s really good coffee and strong. It keeps me awake whenever I feel like falling asleep while standing.”

“That’s the best coffee,” Changbin nodded. “When you brought the coffee to Chan and me, it was really good. Did you know I’d be there?”

Shaking his head, Minho held the coffee close to him and then taking a sip before replying. “Nope. Chan just said a coworker and friend would be there so I thought I should bring another coffee.”

“Oh? That’s... Nice,” Changbin said surprised and Minho chuckled, shaking his head.

“Nah, that’s just some decency.”

And Minho was right. While he had spread some friendliness and decency, Changbin had spread suspicion and wariness. And both had been appropriate in their situations but now Changbin knew better and man was he glad about it. He wouldn’t want to be the asshole anylonger.

“I’m bad with apologies and I still am not sure about this entire situation but-“ Changbin sighed and brushed through his messy hair. “I’m sorry. For treating you unfairly.”

And to Changbin's surprise, Minho shook his head.

“Honestly, I understand where you are coming from. I’m the weird guy your mom talks about and suddenly I’m even in your house and in your life. And the way I broke the news to you about your ex? Insensitive, I know. But that’s how I am. So I’m sorry too I guess.”

Blinking in confusion Changbin nodded. He had expected everything but not that. But it was nice to not feel like the only asshole for once.

“Let’s just forget and start anew,” Changbin then said and smiled at Minho who nodded right away, mirroring Changbin’s gentle expression.

“Sounds good to me,” he nodded and emptied his coffee. “What about we make some breakfast for us and the sleeping beauties?” he then offered.

“Yeah, deal,” Changbin nodded and got up, grabbing his own cup of coffee he had finished. “What did you think of cooking? Pancakes? Scrambled eggs?” he reached over to grab Minho's cup who slightly pushed it towards Changbin.

Their fingers touched for a short moment and the younger was surprised at how warm Minho's fingers were – Chan had been right, the other was a warm person and it was nice. But then Minho flinched away like he had touched something too hot. Just when Changbin wanted to make a snarky remark he remembered Chan’s words.

That’s why we barely touch and make sure fabric is between us.

He had totally forgotten that Minho usually made sure not to touch anyone’s free skin. And he had made sure of that even while they had been asleep, he had curled up in an extra blanket and even yesterday-

“Fuck,” Changbin cursed as he could see how pale the other had gotten, how his eyes closed and for a second Minho was all tense. Before that changed and Minho almost fell from the chair. Changbin immediately caught him, making sure he would not fall or hurt himself in any way.

No matter if he believed in this power, something was going on with Minho and Changbin internally scolded himself. Surely, Minho had never told him to not touch him but he had also never been particularly up for skinship with anyone.

“Minho? Hey, can you hear me?” he asked but instead of an answer he saw tears on the other’s cheeks and a heart-wrenching sob was to be heard.

Shit.

Changbin was still holding Minho but then realised he was, once again, touching him. Hurriedly he pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands before he cupped Minho's cheek. The older was crying.

“Minho, hey, are you okay? You are safe,” he said, unsure what to do and why the heck the other would suddenly start crying.

Minho slightly opened his eyes and Changbin noticed the other was shaking now and crying more.

“No-“ Minho started but he still cried so much that he wasn’t even able to form a proper sentence.

And that was when Changbin realised Minho was panicking.

“Shit,” Changbin cursed, this time accidentally saying it out loud and he was glad his mother wasn’t here because she wouldn’t be happy with his wording. But then again she would maybe know what to say and do because Changbin felt so lost.

“Look at me,” Changbin said and still held Minho's face with his sleeve covered hands. “It’s okay. Whatever you saw, it’s over. You are okay. You are safe.” He tried to speak all slow and calmly. He had never been in such a situation ever before.

“Chan,” Minho managed to mouth, his hands close to his own body while trying to disappear in Changbin’s shirt. Not that it worked too well. “Please-“ But he ended up sobbing again. “Get Chan.”

“Okay,” Changbin nodded. “But first take a few deep breaths. Can you do that for me? And we’ll change to the couch. I’ll get Chan right after that.” Because he could see that Minho was hyperventilating and it scared him. He couldn’t have Minho fainting while he got Chan.

For a few seconds Minho said nothing, just quietly sobbing before he nodded.

“Great. Do it like I do it, okay,” he said and carefully took Minho's hand who was about to pull it back but then realised Changbin was covering his own skin. So he let him. Carefully Changbin put it on his own chest. “Deep breaths, baby. Okay? Like this.”

And while helping Minho to breathe, Changbin wondered what had caused the other so much fear that he actually started to panic so badly and was now even crying. What had happened? What had he seen?

“Good,” Changbin said after a long minute and carefully helped Minho up, supporting him over to the couch and making him sit down. Hurriedly he looked for the blanket his mother usually kept around but he couldn’t find one. He didn’t really have time so instead he just took of his hoodie, handing it to Minho. “Take this.” It was so easy to see that the other wanted to cover himself up, to hide. He was vulnerable right now, so of course.

Luckily Changbin had a shirt under his hoodie so he wasn’t all naked in front of Minho, that would have been inappropriate, and then helped Minho to put the hoodie on.

“Thank you,” Minho mumbled, still crying but now the painful sobs weren’t there anymore.

“Of course,” the smaller nodded and took a deep breath in hope Minho would mimic it and he did. “I’ll get Chan now, okay?” he said and Minho nodded.

It felt horrible to leave the older alone on the couch so Changbin rushed upstairs where he almost collided with a sleepy looking Chan.

“Woah, Changbin. Good morning to you too,” the blond said and chuckled only to frown when he saw Changbin’s expression.

“Minho is having a panic attack,” he managed to inform his friend and Changbin could see his eyes widen in horror.

“Shit!” was all Chan exclaimed and then rushed downstairs.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Changbin mumbled to himself before following them in case they needed help. He was sure Chan knew how to take care of Minho better than he did, but he wanted to help.

Not because he felt guilty, no, but because he was worried. He worried about a guy he had thought was his enemy for a few weeks now. He worried about Lee Minho who had been nothing but nice and was now having a panic attack in his living room.

Chan had taken him home. Not to the trailer park, no, to his apartment. He had even picked up the cats and taken them with him. They were used to Chan’s apartment, the other had a cat tree and a litter box and some toys so they never minded as they had stayed at Chan’s place before.

“You don’t need to babysit me,” Minho mumbled, all curled up in a blanket and Soonie, his oldest cat, was resting next to him.

“I’m not babysitting you,” Chan said and shook his head, coming over with a tea and some sweet snacks. “You had a panic attack and I definitely won’t let you be alone now. You are staying for at least the night.”

“But I need to work,” the younger whispered and Chan snorted, shaking his head.

“Love, I’m pretty sure neither Changbin nor his mom will let you work at theirs right now and I know your next class is on Tuesday,” the older said and held the tea in front of Minho so he could take a sip. Not that Minho would be able to hold the cup anyways as his entire body was still shaking.

Minho wasn’t happy with the situation but he knew Chan was right. It had been years since he had ended with a panic attack and last time he had taken days to recover from it. And now having had it in front of someone else he barely knew? Embarrassing and extra exhausting.

“I need to call them and tell them,” the younger mumbled and Chan shook his head.

“Changbin and I already texted. He told me to make sure you are okay and that he’ll excuse you from work. He was worried sick,” the blond said and sat down next to Minho and hugged him close, making sure he was not touching him where skin was. Usually they were safe from visions but Chan could not risk it right now.

A soft hum left Minho's lips. “He reacted well. When I... When I-“ he said and bit his lip, not able to articulate it properly. “He didn’t even touch me on purpose.” He still hated the entire situation but it somehow had something comforting. Changbin had been so soft and Minho had felt a lot safer despite him panicking, despite Changbin being an almost stranger. It had helped. “He smells nice,” he then added, after all he still wore Changbin's sweater.

“I’m glad he didn’t do it on purpose. And that he reacted well.” Chan had honestly been worried. Of course he knew Changbin wasn’t a bad guy but once he was angry no one was safe from his sharp tongue. But it seemed like it had been an accident. Not that he needed to ask, either Changbin or Minho would tell him if it had not been an accident.

And then Minho was quiet again, sipping from the tea from time to time. There was a question looming in the room, filling the room with air that made it hard for Minho to breathe but he wasn’t sure how to answer this question. How to start. To explain what had caused the panic attack.

So instead he curled into Chan’s side and closed his eyes for a bit. Chan was gently brushing through Minho's hair and it calmed him after a while so that he eventually took a deep breath.

“I didn’t see Changbin’s life,” Minho mumbled and Chan didn’t react much but his face had a surprised expression. As far as Minho could tell as he was still curled really close to him.

Slowly Chan nodded so Minho knew he was listening. Just a small nod but that was enough.

“I didn’t see Changbin’s life,” Minho repeated, this time even more quiet than before. “It was mine. I saw my life.”

Chan could feel how the younger tensed as he was gently squeezing him, hugging him closer.

“Yours?”

A small nod from Minho and he was quiet for another few minutes. Chan gave him all he time he needed, no pushing or asking. He knew Minho needed his time. Minho would come around if he wanted to talk about it.

“Like... From like... When I was a small child. And I saw... Them. I never knew how much I have forgotten their faces until I saw them so vividly. And it... It hurt so much. It just hurt knowing I won’t ever see them again. They were such great parents. Loving and kind and supportive. And-“ there was a small sob escaping Minho's lips. He was now shaking more again. “The accident was there too. And I just... I lost it. Everything else afterwards didn’t matter. All I could do was cry and it still hurts. So much that I can’t breathe. I thought I found a way to handle the pain but it’s so hard.” He let out a heavy breath and buried his face on Chan’s shoulder.

“It was too much at once,” Chan mumbled, more to himself than to Minho. “I’m so sorry, love.”

He wanted to say words like it would be okay and that everything would be alright but he knew it wouldn’t. Minho had lost his parents at such a young age and it was a loss one surely never got over. He had loved them so dearly, still did, and Chan knew that Minho's parents had been amazing. They had done everything for their son, to have a nice life and even though they had lived in a trailer, it had been enough for the three of them. They had been happy.

And ever since he had never seen Minho even close to the happiness he had lost that day.

It must have been a blessing and a curse at the same time to see them again. Especially like this.

“I miss them so much. And knowing I won’t ever see them again just breaks my heart every time. And I know it won’t go away. It might get number or less but it will never entirely go away,” Minho whispered, tears falling from his eyes as he buried his face on his best friend’s shoulder.

And Chan wasn’t sure what to say. Because no words he’d ever say would be really consoling for someone who had lost two healthy parents in an unfortunate accident.

“I’m here,” Chan said and brushed through Minho's hair, just holding him while the other kept crying on his shoulder. And he was so glad he was by the other’s side right now because he knew it had to be hard – imagining Minho all alone in his trailer? No, Chan couldn’t do that.

After the accident Minho had moved in with him until he had been legally allowed to live alone in the trailer and Chan was lying if he said he hadn’t been worried ever since. Minho was good with taking care of himself but he was even better with bottling up his feelings until they caught up to him and tore him apart.

Just like now.

So all Chan could do was hole Minho and make sure the other knew he wasn’t alone while the younger kept crying about something that would probably never stop hurting.

“I saw more,” Minho eventually said, Tuesday after his classes while they were eating dinner.

It had started to rain awfully the last few days and weather forecast had warned of a possible storm coming so Minho had accepted Chan’s offer to stay.

“You saw more?” The older asked surprised and looked at his friends.

“Yeah. I... Future stuff.” And now Minho was blushing, getting Chan all curious.

“Oh?” Chan said, wiggling his eyebrows at the other. Now he was curious, and how could he not? Minho was clearly a blushing mess and it was adorable and endearing. He hadn’t seen him like that for a while.

For a long moment Minho chewed on his bottom lip before he started to keep talking.

“I think you were married? You had a ring on your finger. You looked happy.” Minho tilted his head. “I think I had a ring too?”

“We were-” Chan started but Minho's eyes widened and he shook his head.

“Nono! We weren’t married to each other! But I think we lived next to each other so you chilled at my place. And woah. The house I lived in? I have no idea how I was able to afford it. Or will be. You know what I mean.” A huff went through Minho's lips.

A chuckle left Chan’s lips. “To be honest? I would not be surprised if you turned into a famous choreographer, Min. You are really talented.”

“Maybe but? It was so rich? And my cats looked so happy! And I... I did too.” Minho pulled a lost strand of his hair behind his ear and he tilted his head. It was still so hard to grasp. And the person he had lived with in there? Hard to grasp as well.

“But you said we both were married. To who?” the older then asked curiously and looked at Minho. He could see how Minho blushed even more and now he was in need of answers. What had Minho seen?

Slightly Minho shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t know who you were married too. But Berry lived with you I think? And... And I...” He bit his lip.

Chan lifted his eyebrows, really interested what the other would say – but right in that moment the doorbell rang.

“Who is stopping me from knowing your happy ending?” The blond huffed and got up. “Be right back!”

A soft laugh was heard from Minho and Chan could clearly tell that the younger was trying his best to suffocate the sounds he made. Maybe because he was embarrassed, maybe because he was overwhelmed. Chan was not too sure, but what he knew was that Minho had seen something happy, hopefully.

Opening the door, his eyes widened with surprise.

“Changbin?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Changbin nodded and looked up at Chan, shrugging slightly. He could see that his friend had not expected him to come over, especially as they saw each other a lot at work, but here he was. “You said Minho was still at yours, right?”

And that spilled a grin onto Chan’s lips and he nodded. “Well, yeah. He’s inside. Why?” He had not expected to see the day Changbin would come over to his apartment and ask for Minho. Or ask for Minho in general, after all he did not seem too fond of the dancer for a while.

“I’d like to speak to him.” Changbin rubbed his neck while holding a bag with his other hand. “Nothing bad, actually this is a friendly visit.” He lifted a bag and Chan could see a little bit of cat food inside. That was a surprise, he knew that Changbin knew nothing about cats but hey, here he was trying.

Humming slightly, Chan stepped aside. “You guys can chill. I will go and grab some groceries. Had to do that anyways. Feel at home,” he said and let Changbin go inside while Chan grabbed his wallet and keys before turning towards the kitchen for a moment.

“You have a guest, Minho! I’ll be back in a bit!” he called for Minho before leaving his apartment, the front door falling shut.

Changbin could hear a chair move and he actually got a little nervous. After all it was the first time they were meeting after the panic attack and all he had heard from the dancer was from Chan. Of course he had been worried, wondering if it had been his fault, but Chan had told him that he had not been seeing something considering Changbin and that might have calmed his fear of some impending doom, but it meant Minho must have seen something else that had caused him so much fear that he had broken down like this. And that in fact still worried Changbin.

“Changbin?” Minho said, standing in the hallway with one of his cats on his arms. A ginger one, but if Changbin remembered right the other had two ginger cats.

“Yep, that is my name,” Changbin replied rather neutral and then lifted his hand in a greeting. Now that was awkward. But here he was and he would definitely not just turn around and leave the apartment now. That would make him a coward and the c in Seo Changbin did not stand for coward.

“You want tea? Coffee? Something else?” the dancer asked awkwardly and Changbin nodded.

“Yeah, some coffee would be nice,” Changbin agreed and then followed Minho in the kitchen. It was not the first time he was in Chan’s apartment but it was the first time he was in Chan’s apartment without Chan and with someone he was not entirely sure about yet. Was Minho a stranger? An acquaintance? A friend? Well, he had to figure that out.

Humming slightly, Minho grabbed a cup and filled it with the coffee he had prepared earlier – they only had instant coffee as Chan was not drinking coffee at all but always made sure to have some coffee at home in case someone wanted some. Like Minho for example, or Changbin.

“Sugar?”

“Mh?” Changbin said, unsure if Minho had really just called him a petname instead of his name. “I don’t think-“

“Sugar or milk,” Minho said amused, knowing exactly what was going on in Changbin’s head and the second the smaller male’s cheeks turned all red, he knew he was right.

“Oh. Uhm… both, but not too much,” Changbin nodded and just wished he could disappear in thin air. Of course his wishes were not heard.

Quietly Minho put both of the required into the cup before putting it on the table and offering Changbin a seat. The younger was not too sure if Minho had made extra sure that their hands would not touch but he also would not want to risk it. He did not want to cause the other a panic attack again. One was already one too much.

“So, why are you here?” Minho asked curiously after Changbin had sat down. Now he was really wondering why Changbin was here but Chan was not. If he was about to complain or try to fire him, which was most likely, he would definitely not have it and they both probably knew that.

“Oh, uh,” Changbin said and lifted the bag he was still holding. “I brought some snacks for your cats and I… googled a care package, you know? Chan was not exactly helpful with letting me know what snacks you like so I just bought… a lot.” He put the bag in front of Minho and the other blinked confused.

“You… brought me a care package?” Minho asked, a little overwhelmed. This was something he had not expected at all. Surely, Changbin had been trying hard to be nicer, but he was now going out of his way and this was a surprise.

Nodding slightly Changbin slid the bag over a little more. “For the cats and for you. Because, well, I kind of caused the panic attack.” He chewed on his bottom lip, clearly uncomfortable with that.

“Changbin,” Minho said gently and shook his head. “You did not. I mean, surely, the touch was what caused me to see but it was not your fault. Not at all. This sometimes happens and I just… what I saw had nothing to do with you.” Or at least not the beginning. “Which really surprised me too but… it is quite interesting. Just do not worry. It is in no way your fault.”

“I know, Chan said that too. But I was not careful enough and-“

“And I never told you not to touch me, did I?” Minho interrupted, shaking his head. He looked calm and welcoming and Changbin wondered if Minho could ever get really angry. He had seen the other breakdown and panic, yeah, he had seen him cocky and flirty and he had seen him friendly and responsible but angry? Mad? Was that possible?

“You didn’t but-“

“No buts. You didn’t know, you didn’t do it on purpose and you even helped me calm down. So I should be giving you thank you packages instead of you bringing me care packages. But I really appreciate it. So thank you. Thank you very much,” Minho said and showed the other a warm smile. “It means a lot to me. So… I’m very grateful.”

“Mh,” Changbin made, taking a sip from his coffee because he was not sure how to reply. He knew that Minho was right. Chan had told him that too, that it was not his fault, that he had done nothing wrong and instead had been there to help.

But it was weird. Feeling guilty for something he had not really caused but somehow did. He wondered what Minho had seen that had caused such a reaction – but he also clearly knew it was not his place to ask. If Minho felt like it he would tell him but they were not close at all so he knew the other would most likely just keep it to himself. Hopefully he had talked to Chan – after all the oldest had mentioned Minho bottling up a lot and even though Changbin did that too he also knew how unhealthy it was.

“There is another reason why I’ve come here,” the smaller male then said, holding his cup of coffee tightly because now he was getting rather nervous again.

“So?” Minho said slowly and looked at the other, eyebrows lifted while he looked worriedly at him. Now he was surely trying to fire him.

“I, okay, don’t laugh at me but if you still want to work for my mother, I’d like to uhm… know what I can do and not do? Like, we surely will interact and, if you aren’t entirely against it, maybe try to be friends? And I really want to know what’s okay to do and what is not because that panic attack? That scared the shit out of me.” After Changbin said that he breathed out loudly as if he had just said something really difficult for him. And he probably had.

For a long moment Minho just sat there and stared at Changbin before he slowly nodded. “I’d like to be friends,” he then agreed and showed the other a gentle smile.

“Phew, man, that really… uff.” Changbin clearly relaxed into the chair, the grip on his cup getting a little less strong and he smiled slightly. Damn, he had been really worried about getting laughed at and being rejected. Not because he thought Minho was the type of doing so but simply because Changbin had been a bitch to him and the other deserved better.

But here he was, giving him another chance.

“You are adorable, Changbin,” Minho chuckled softly, finding the other’s reaction endearing. He could understand it, they weren’t close and Changbin barely knew Minho after all but if he had been in the other’s spot, he would have been really nervous too. “About the rest,” he then started and Changbin’s ears perked up, looking at the dancer curiously.

“Yes,” Changbin nodded and leaned a little onto the table as if he was scared to miss a word otherwise.

“Actually, there is not much you can be careful about. I am not the best with touches because it triggers visions sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Unless I’m really comfortable with a person. But that is because like…” For a moment Minho held in and sighed. “So, whenever Chan and I meet, for example, we usually try small touches first. Like a handshake or so. And if that doesn’t cause anything, we are fine. We can touch, not a problem. I can’t do that with every person. So people usually think I don’t like touches and make sure not to get too close to me. But if you want to be my friend, you should know this.”

Nodding slightly, Changbin listened and made mental notes to remember those facts. He still was not too sure about the vision thing, but Minho did not seem like making any of it up so here he was, going with the other’s words. There was nothing else he could do anyways. If he wanted to be the other’s friend – and he wanted it – he had to accept it. It was part of Minho and honestly, Changbin had spent a few sleepless nights thinking about this situation and he had made up his mind. It did not change that it was hard to grasp for him. But he would go with it.

“So, yeah. I do it with Jisung too because we all know he can get quite cuddly. So I guess we should start that too then,” Minho said and held out his hands on the table, ready for Changbin to take.

And it scared Changbin.

It scared Changbin because it meant a huge amount of trust and he was overwhelmed that a human he had treated not the best – actually, pretty far from it – was giving him so much trust. Out of the blue.

“To take away the fear a bit: it is most unlikely that I’ll have such a big panic attack anytime soon again. Not like this,” Minho said and shook his head. “I’m better now, by the way. You helped me a lot and Chan did too.”

There was clear sincerity in Minho’s voice and when Changbin looked at him, he could see that the other clearly meant it. Slowly he nodded before reaching out for Minho’s hands. They were soft, still, like the last time. Soft and small – smaller than Changbin’s hands. And Changbin already had quite small hands.

Carefully Changbin let his hands rest on Minho’s and looked at him, searching for any sign of panic or fear or anything. But there was nothing.

“You called me baby,” Minho said and there was an amused grin on his lips. He could see how tense the other was so here he was trying to make Changbin feel a little more comfortable.

Changbin’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “I did not,” he said and looked at Minho. “I definitely did not!”

“You did. You said Deep breaths, baby and it actually really helped,” the dancer grinned and slightly squeezed Changbin’s hand before letting them go.

“Sweet jesus, I did not! All I tried was making you calm down, I was really worried!” Changbin pouted and there was a soft chuckle coming from Minho. That was when Changbin realised Minho was trying to help him relax. Trying to be his friend.

“I liked it,” Minho then said amused and took a sip from his coffee. “Touches are okay,” he then added and looked at Changbin who made a soft, relieving sound.

“So I can now headlock you for calling me out like that!” Changbin explained but did not move from his chair, making Minho laugh slightly.

“You can try,” Minho said amused and leaned back in his chair. “But then I’d mention you thinking I called you sugar earlier in front of Chan and I am pretty sure you’d prefer to keep it between just the two of us, don’t you?” He wiggled his eyebrows amused and Changbin groaned.

This was clearly part of the Minho he had not yet met properly. He had seen glimpses of him before and Changbin was actually excited to get to know the real Minho. Changbin had been worried he would have to walk around on eggshells but clearly, Minho could take the banter really well.

“Deal, I don’t headlock you and you don’t tattletale. But! I want to pet your cats in exchange,” the smaller said and Minho nodded.

“Sounds like we have a deal.”

It was weird. Being friends with Changbin was weird for Minho, but in a good way.

Surely, he had seen parts of Changbin’s personality – the protective one, the suspicious one, the one where he was really trying and the one that stayed calm during panic. Of course he had also met the bitchy one, but that was a different situation – but now he was seeing so much more.

Changbin was adorable and sassy most times. Having comebacks to Minho’s horribly cocky comments, looking extra cute at him whenever he asked Minho to get them a coffee when the dancer was chilling with Chan and him in the studio and he laughed so much more.

Minho had known before that Changbin had a beautiful sound but now Changbin was actually laughing over his jokes. He also was not hiding in his room while Minho was gardening at their house but actually sitting next to him when Minho was cutting some bushes and talking to him, entertaining him. Some days Changbin even helped him.

He was different. Weird in a good way and so very different.

Though it was so easy to get along, turning them from enemies to friends.

It was weeks later that they were sitting in Chan’s studio while Minho had brought his finished performance video which had Chan’s track on it. He had promised to show it once he was done so Chan could tweak and edit the video a little if needed, but the oldest was pretty sure he did not have to.

“I brought cake,” Changbin grinned and put the cake on the table next to them. “Mom baked it yesterday.” It was a rainbow cake and Chan lifted an eyebrow.

“She made a rainbow cake for fun?” He asked, knowing exactly that Changbin’s mom loved baking cakes but more aesthetically pleasing pretty ones. With flowers and decoration but this one was one of those found on the internet. Every colour of the rainbow inside – they could see it because a few pieces were already missing – and white on top. There had been a writing on it but that was not able to be read anymore because of the missing pieces.

“Uhm, well, not exactly,” Changbin admitted and rubbed his neck. “I uh… okay, so, you already know and Minho saw it so, I’ll just say it out loud now.”

Minho looked at him and it was easy to guess what it was. And he was proud even before he heard it.

“I came out to my mother that I like men as well,” Changbin explained and Chan grinned, gently nudging the other’s shoulder.

“Congrats,” he said and Minho nodded.

“That’s quite a big step, Binnieboi,” Minho nodded and smiled proudly. He had hoped Changbin would one day find the strength to do it even though he had not thought he would do it anytime soon. “How did she react?”

A grin was seen on Changbin’s lips. It was shy but clearly happy too. “It’s my mom so it went well. I mean, she said they have guessed it before, mom and dad. But they wanted to let me decide if I ever want to come out to them so, yeah.” He rubbed his neck slightly. “She wanted to make me a congratulation cake for coming out but I couldn’t tell her what exactly I identify as because, honestly? I don’t know.” He shrugged slightly. “I just know that I don’t care about the gender but putting an exact name on? Not sure what yet, honestly.” He shrugged.

“You still have time to figure that out,” Chan said gently and nodded. “But I’m glad you did that. How come? Was there a reason why?”

For a moment it was silent and there was a small smile on Changbin’s lips before he wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe. But that is a secret for another day.”

“Yah!” Chan whined and nudged Changbin again. Of course now he was curious and Changbin knew but he also knew the older would accept him not telling.

A soft chuckle left Minho’s lips but he did not ask about the secret Changbin was holding. “Congrats for coming out to your parents then. And tell her the cake looks amazing but I need to taste it before I can judge if it is also good,” he said and Changbin hummed, cutting a piece of cake and giving it to Minho before handing Chan one too.

“There you go,” Changbin said and gently patted Minho’s shoulder slightly – and Minho wasn’t sure if he was imagining things but for a second he thought Changbin’s hand lingered longer than usually, slightly brushing over his shoulder.

And it would be a lie if Minho said he did not like it. He had been noticing such things for a bit now. At first Changbin had been really careful and easily nervous whenever he had touched Minho, even though clothes had been between them but now it was like a given. Just like Chan easily hugged him whenever he was sure that he would not touch the other’s skin. And Changbin had gotten so much bolder. Gentle touches here and there, sometimes ruffling his hair even or hands lingering longer than expected just like now.

Minho couldn’t find an explanation for it but one: that Changbin was trying to get closer to him, not only emotionally but physically. And he was not sure how to deal with that.

Not because he did not like it. Oh hell he liked it a lot. But that was exactly the thing. He liked it a lot. And it scared him.

“Okay. So I saw Changbin,” Minho said, looking at Chan and leaning back on his chair. They were at the trailer and Chan had brought some food over for them to enjoy – his mom had cooked and told him to go and enjoy it with Minho. Recently Chan had made sure to check in on Minho more often and same the other way around, even though it made the both of time they could have used to sleep – but it was worth it. “And I really don’t know how to handle it.”

There was no surprise on Chan’s face even though he probably had not been hundred percent sure it had been Changbin Minho had seen in his future. Though it made sense.

“Why?” Chan asked, slowly munching on his food and curiously looking at the other. “You don’t like him?”

“I don’t know, duh,” Minho said and pouted slightly, leaning back a bit. “I mean, he’s handsome and he is cute. But like… I don’t know.”

Tilting his head curiously Chan was looking at his friend. “Speak your mind, babe.”

A sigh left Minho’s lips. “He’s funny and smart and really nice to be around. I didn’t think he would but he really makes me feel comfortable and at ease. Something I usually only have if I’m with you or Jisung or whenever I am alone so… yeah.” Minho bothered his bottom lip and looked at Chan.

“Yeah and he is also rather hot,” Chan said nonchalantly as if it meant nothing. Minho almost choked on his food.

“Well, he is small,” the younger teased but then shook his head a bit. “Yes I know,” he mumbled and sighed. “But like… would he even be interested in me?” There was clear doubt to be heard in his voice. Minho might be a confident gay but he did doubt himself a lot for quite a few reasons.

“Your vision says yes,” Chan said straightforward, lifting an eyebrow amused.

“I know,” Minho whined and licked his lips. “But you know my visions show an uncertain future, one that can always be changed. So what if it changes? What if-“

Chan lifted his hand so Minho would shut up and for a long moment silence filled the area around them, Chan swallowing the piece of food before he opened his mouth.

“Don’t even start with the what if’s, Minho. You’ve been living on doubt and worry your entire life. All you do is worry if you’ll make it to the next month. And you don’t have to. You don’t have to because you have people who support you and want to help you. And I get it because you are proud and stubborn and want to do it on your own and I can accept that if you want to do it on a financial level but, Min. Don’t doubt whatever is going on in your heart.”

For a long moment it was just quiet and then Minho licked his lips. He knew that Chan disliked that he never let anyone help him. That he was too stubborn to move in with someone and share the rent and make sure he would have to work less. That he was too stubborn to ask Chan if it was okay if they could somewhere keep the trailer safe and sound and go live in an apartment that would not make him almost freeze to death in winter. That he was too stubborn and proud to ask Chan to help him let go of the pain he had lived through.

“I don’t want to depend too much on anyone because the last time I did that they died.” And it was true. It was a trauma Minho had yet not been able to let go despite the fact it had happened quite a few years ago. But it had been his parents and it was a pain he would never be able to entirely let go – though maybe he could one day move on.

“You were a child. A kid. Children are supposed to depend on their parents. And it was a damn close call for you too. But you survived. And that’s good,” Chan said and looked at Minho, a soft expression on his face. “They would want that, they loved you so much, Minho. And I am sure it is hard to trust and believe in the good things when there is so much shit happening in your life but… you deserve the good. And all that is in the way right now is you yourself.”

Chan gently took Minho’s hands in his. “I don’t care if it is with Changbin or not. I don’t care if it’s with someone else. But you are my brother, Min. And it hurts me to see you this doubtful.”

A soft sigh left Minho’s lips. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled and Chan shook his head.

“Don’t be. I get it,” Chan said and smiled at Minho. “But if you like being around him, try it. Go on dates. And if it doesn’t work, you can still say no. Changbin might be stubborn but he values a good friendship more than a broken relationship.”

A groan left Minho’s lip and he buried his face in his hands. “We’ve only been friends for a few weeks,” he then mumbled and Chan chuckled.

“And? You can still be friends. You can be friends and go on dates. I’m not saying ask him on a date right away. Take your time. Meet him more, go on friendship dates. Dates don’t always have to be romantic. Meet with him and see how well you fit. And who knows, maybe he will ask you out first.”

“Mh,” Minho mumbled and licked his lips nervously. Chan was right but he was also goddamn scared and insecure.

For a little bit they just sat in silence, the cats curled up at their feet and purring while they ate. It was nice to just spent time together like this and Minho missed being around Chan whenever he had free time and wasn’t working or practicing. He was his brother after all. Also it made him feel like he was not on his own – because he knew he wasn’t but sometimes it felt like it.

“What if,” Minho started and Chan looked up at him. “What if I am only interested in him because of the vision?” he asked, voice getting a lot quieter now and Chan could see that it was a real concern of his.

“It might be,” Chan said gently, looking at him. “But it might also not be,” he then hummed. “Maybe it is exactly how it was supposed to be. You noticing there is more than just friend-like chemistry between you guys after the vision. Maybe that was why. Your mind opening your eyes for some happiness.”

Slowly Minho nodded. “Maybe. But maybe I’m just interpreting things into it?”

“Well, just be honest. See if you two have the same interest and tell him. Tell him what you saw. I am sure Changbin is the last one who wants to rush things,” Chan said and licked his lips. “I know he has problems with believing the vision thing. But that doesn’t mean he is not trying. He takes you the way you are. He is trying. And I know you are too. So give that a try as well.”

“Maybe,” Minho sighed and leaned back into the chair. Feelings were so difficult and if he was honest, he had never considered another relationship in such a long time. He liked being alone but he did notice that he got more nervous around Changbin but that he also craved the touches. But while he had noticed it he was not sure if that was such a good idea to give into it. It made him vulnerable after all and Minho did not like feeling vulnerable. “Maybe I will. But I want to see if we fit first. If it works. Friendship meetups, as you suggested.” He refused to call it dates.

“Good,” Chan smiled and nodded at Minho. He might not show it but he was actually quite proud of the other. It was a good step in the right direction.

“And you are really sure it’s okay for you?” Minho asked Chan for at least the fifth time and Chan rolled his eyes playfully as he closed his apartment door behind them. No, now it was their apartment.

“Minho, we talked about it. It is more than fine,” the older said as he put the box he was carrying down. It had all of Minho’s cat stuff in it – the food, the toys and even their sleeping mats. They had taken the litter boxes over a few days ago when Minho had taken the cats to Chan. Now they were moving the rest of the cat equipment. “You know I love your cats. And you.” Chan chuckled and Minho huffed slightly.

“I’m just making sure,” he mumbled and rubbed his neck. He put the box down he had carried as well – it was not much that filled the boxes but it was all he had.

Minho had seen that Chan had even bought a big cat tree – it was in the living room and he could see all three of his cats already lounging on it. It was cute how comfortable they were around Chan’s apartment and it made Minho relax.

“You asked me a few times already. We even made a proper contract so you can feel at ease, Min.” Chan looked at the other. “We both are pretty vocal when it comes to feeling uncomfortable so rest assured that I will tell you if I am not happy with the situation, babe.”

“Hey, lover boys, we are ordering food,” Jisung called from the office room. “What do you want?”

Confused Minho looked up and then made a face. He could hear Changbin laugh from the other room as well and he huffed slightly. “Chan is like my brother, excuse me, that’s nasty.”

“Whatever, food?” Jisung repeated and handed them his phone over. His face was covered in paint just like his hair but he looked more than happy.

“Yeah, sure,” Chan then said and grabbed the phone.

It had taken Minho quite a few days – two weeks to be exact – to eventually talk to Chan about looking for a flat. And as much as Chan loved to have Minho look for an apartment, Seoul was expensive as heck so he eventually managed to get him to move in with him. Maybe also because his parents had told Minho they would gladly let him put the trailer on their property for free if he considered moving in with Chan. To them the two of them were like their own children, not only Chan but Minho too, and even though Minho had a hard time accepting it, he was trying.

So just now they had taken the trailer to Chan’s parents’ house and Minho always forgot how much money they had and that this showed not only in the house they owned but also at how much property they had. And Minho was so damn lucky they had been close friends with his parents as they always treated him so nicely. When his parents had died they had taken him in right away, treating him with the utmost care, as if he had always been part of their family and in some way or another he had probably been. Chan’s parents had always considered Minho and his parents as part of the family, not only because Minho had grown up with Chan as his best friend but also because his parents had been best friends with Chan’s parents. It had been their loss and grief too, not only Minho’s.

Again Minho had had a hard time making them stop paying for his move and the fact that he did need a new bed. And while he had managed to succeed there and convinced them to let him pay for it, they had not let him stop them from giving him a new laptop – simply because they had heard from Chan that he had been seeing Minho regularly, partly as the other was using Chan’s computer and laptop. Because, of course, Minho had no laptop. He had no Wifi in the trailer, he had limited electricity and he had no money to spend on a laptop. Not that he had even enough money saved for even considering buying a laptop. He already struggled with food, clothing and the care for the cats.

So they had insisted he took it with the words ‘be a young adult and just do some Netflix and chill sometimes’. And Minho really hoped they had no idea what ‘Netflix and Chill’ really meant because otherwise that might be a little awkward.

They had changed Chan’s guest room to Minho’s room – it was pretty big so it was convenient. The couch from the old guest room was added to the office room - a room Chan had but never used as he usually ended up working from his bed or the living room anyways. This way guests could sleep over and still have a room to themselves if they needed some space. Not that it really mattered, as most of their friends usually slept over in the living room anyways.

They had painted Minho’s room yesterday and today it was the office room. Jisung was painting like a master while Changbin had started to put the bed together Minho had bought a few days ago.

“I didn’t expect you to ever move to Channie,” Changbin said, leaning in the doorframe while Minho carried the boxes inside while Chan was looking through the app they were ordering food on.

“Well, me neither,” Minho chuckled and slowly started to put some clothes into his cupboard. It was the first time he had so much bedroom space. He even had a desk and it all still felt so surreal. Of course they had made sure to keep in mind that Minho might freak out and want to move back into his trailer, but they had discussed all kinds of possibilities.

“Though Chan and I talked a bit and we decided it might be a good start.”

Minho loved the trailer. It was what he had left from his parents and it made him feel closer to his parents. He wanted to feel close to them at least mentally as it was impossible to be close to them physically however that did not mean he had to live in the old trailer. He had eventually and finally realised that. His parents would never fully leave him in spite their death. He might lose the memory of them bit by bit but they were part of him. They had raised him with so much love, taught him so many things and showed him how to appreciate, treasure and love and all of it were things he would never lose. And this gave him so much already.

“I mean, I still have a lot to learn but he was right. I need to let people help me and, well, kind of move on. Start over. Stop standing in my own way and such,” Minho said and rubbed his neck slightly and he could see a soft, warm smile on Changbin’s lips.

“I agree,” Changbin said and patted Minho’s shoulder, letting his hand rest there. And it felt nice. Not only because he liked the support but also because it just really felt so nice. “It’s good you are finally moving into an apartment. It’s a lot safer during storms and in winter and honestly? This is a good neighbourhood. It’s good to know you safe.”

“Are you saying my trailer park was not a good neighbourhood?” Minho asked but in a playful manner. He knew it was definitely not the safest. After all whoever wanted could break in and rob him – not that there was much to steal.

A chuckle left Changbin’s lips and he lifted an eyebrow. “Compared to this? Fuck yes I’m saying that.”

It was nice to bicker with the other. It was so easy to get along and realize what each other’s words were intended to mean and it was nice to know that Changbin liked having him safe and sound. It was different compared to the way Chan and Jisung made him feel safe and it made him nervous and shy. Yet he tried his best to not show it.

“Yah!” Minho said and gently nudged Changbin who only laughed and nudged him back. It had changed so much. In just a few weeks they had gone from enemies to friends and both of them appreciated it so much.

“Wanna keep building the bed so I have a place to sleep tonight?” Minho said and Changbin hummed.

“Okay but I am pretty sure Chan would let you sleep in his bed,” Changbin joked and Minho huffed.

“Of course he would because he doesn’t sleep in it,” the younger gave back and it was not entirely wrong. “Also sure, he would invite all of us to sleep in his bed. A cuddle pile with all of us in his bed and Jisung would end up sleeping either on top of all of us or kick us out one after another.”

Changbin laughed amused. It was not entirely wrong. “He would. And he would so regret it.”

“Would you pour coffee over him in the morning?” Minho said and mentioned one of their first meetings like that.

But the older just grimaced and shook his head. “Been there, done that. But nah, he would get a worse revenge, believe me. No one kicks me out of bed like that without getting punishment!”

“Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind and plan wisely when I push you out of my bed,” Minho teased, not entirely realising what he said and Changbin looked surprised at him. And for a moment Minho thought he had fucked up – but Changbin just smiled.

“So this is your way of asking me to sleep test your bed with you? Sounds like a plan because I did not think of going home tonight.” There was a short wink and Minho was surprised – and gay panicking as well. Holy shit. If Minho was honest he had not expected anything like this and now he felt a little at loss at how the heck he was supposed to reply. Luckily Changbin took it out of his hands.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Chan and Jisung, but I refuse to sleep in a bed with them. Jisung sleeps like a maniac and Chan snores. The sleepover at my place was already a stretch.” Changbin shook his head amused and Minho chuckled slightly. It was true and when they had slept at Changbin’s place Minho had once again noticed it.

“Well, you don’t know how I sleep,” Minho said. Aside from that one encounter in Changbin’s home, of course. But he definitely did not count that in right now.

“Guess I’ll figure it out tonight.”

They had been drinking.

Of course they had finished fixing the rooms and building Minho’s bed – Jisung had had the audacity to jump right on top of it the second Changbin had exclaimed they were done and had just placed the mattress on top of it. And luckily Changbin clearly knew how to build a bed because it did not fall apart. They had also put everything away so the cats couldn’t play with it and accidentally get hurt. And after that the four had been sitting in the living room, playing board games and drinking alcohol for hours - now Minho and Changbin were lying in bed.

Earlier Jisung had showed them his self-proclaimed superpower of mixing cocktails and Minho had to admit that their friend was actually really good with it. Minho had only noticed the alcohol on the way to change into more comfortable clothes. And while he was definitely sure he was not a lightweight, Jisung had either managed to put a whole lot of alcohol into the drink without it tasting like it or he was definitely not as well with holding his alcohol as he had thought.

“My head is spinning,” Minho mumbled and Changbin looked over. His face had been illuminated by the light of his phone – he had been scrolling social media.

“Yeah, same. You okay though? Need a bucket?”

“Nah,” Minho said and shook his head. He had eaten enough and he had a water bottle next to his bed he kept drinking from so there would be no skull-piercing headache in the morning. So he should be okay. He had just wanted to say something, anything, and this had been the first thing coming to his clouded mind. “There has been a lot of spinning in my life recently, I should be able to handle this.”

For a moment Changbin just looked at him and then put his phone away. “That is some weird way of saying there has been a lot of change,” he said and turned around, propping his head on his hand as he was watching the older.

“Mh, I’ve always been good with that,” Minho chuckled and there was a small smile on Changbin’s lips he could see through the dim light the moon was throwing into the room.

“You are good with a lot of things,” Changbin started and shrugged. “There is a lot more to you than you actually admit, I think. I disliked you times three thousand in the beginning and now look, I really appreciate you.”

And it made Minho all warm and nervous inside because it reminded him of his vision. He wished he would have not seen their future. He wished he had not known that it was Changbin, at least. But he had and now his head would not simply let him fall for the other without giving him a stupid reminder.

“I didn’t expect that either but I am really grateful. We changed a lot over the months, I guess,” Minho hummed and the other nodded.

“We did. A lot of things happened in that time but most of those were for the better. I guess.” Changbin shrugged slightly. “Like my ex. She finally moved out of my apartment by the way so, if you wanna you can visit some time soon.” He nudged Minho slightly who nodded.

“I’m sorry she played you like this,” the older mumbled and Changbin looked surprised at him and then shook his head.

“I know you are. But, Minho, it was never your fault. It was good I knew and I let out my anger and frustration and, well, getting heartbroken on you. It’s gone. She is gone. I’m better now.” Silence filled the room for a few moments. “I am sorry let it out on you.”

“No need to be sorry,” Minho hummed and smiled reassuringly. “I made you realise something terribly painful and in a way you can kind of blame me for it.”

“Mh,” Changbin made and looked at Minho, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t dare to. And maybe he shouldn’t but he wanted. So all he did was stare at the young man only mere centimetres away. If he wanted he could just reach out and touch the other – but he did not. There was still so much he didn’t understand.

“You are staring,” Minho said and Changbin nodded slightly.

“Yes I am,” he mumbled and the other lifted an eyebrow.

“Spill whatever is in your head.”

And again Changbin hesitated before he opened his mouth. “I still don’t get the vision thing.”

His voice was not holding any accusatory tone or attack, it was just confusion and expressed exactly what he was feeling. And it was surprising to Minho because he was so used to being called a liar and swindler, not only in general but by Changbin especially, however Changbin had come a long way. They were friends now and while Changbin did not understand it, he accepted it.

“Honestly? I don’t either,” Minho admitted and licked his lips. He took in a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t either and sometimes it scares me and I don’t want it. It helps people and I am glad I can do it but… sometimes I wish I wouldn’t see people like that. Past, future, present. All of this sometimes makes me doubt my own memories because I saw so much… it’s hard to tell apart from time to time.”

Changbin nodded slowly. This he could understand. Just the imagination of having visions was so exhausting to him and he could not imagine what it brought along. Memories that weren’t his and faces he remembered but personally had never seen and sometimes even scenes one would never want to see. Those visions that weren’t Minho’s life and still they were such a big part of it.

“I’m here for you. I can’t do much and I am sorry you suffer from that but… I’m here for you. And if you ever like… want to get your head checked or something, just say a word. I’ll handle that and find you the best specialist. No one needs to know what exactly we are looking for but, yeah. I am here for you.”

It was more than Minho asked for. Changbin was now his supportive friend, a partner in crime even so, and it made Minho feel safe and sound. He hummed softly and gently touched the other’s hand. “It means the world to me. Thank you.”

And all Changbin did was nod and smile at the other, taking Minho’s hand properly in his and squeezing it. It was such a big gesture coming from the other and it made the younger smile warmly. “You are welcome.”

They just stayed like this for a while, a comfortable silence surrounding them, before both eventually fell asleep.

“Chan just texted he isn’t coming,” Minho groaned and rolled his eyes, making Changbin laugh.

“He’s really good with cancelling last minute, I’m used to it.”

“Eh? He rarely ever cancels on me.”

“That is because you are special to him,” Changbin chuckled and the confusion on Minho’s face looked cute.

They had met up to eat together but clearly Chan had had better things to do – Changbin and Minho were already in the restaurant, some newly opened place they wanted to check out and Chan had just cancelled.

It wasn’t a problem, not really. They all knew Chan sometimes had quite a few things to do last minute or he had just decided to cancel on them to nap because Minho was pretty sure the other hadn’t slept in his bed the last three days. It had been four weeks since Minho had moved in - without freaking out and wanting to move out and back into the trailer which was a big accomplishment to him - so of course he had noticed Chan had been missing out on coming home. Which was more than okay, however Minho was pretty sure that he was working on something big or he was staying at someone else’s place and that got him curious.

“Guess you are right,” Minho said and shrugged. “I barely met up with him while other people were included so, yeah, I guess so.” He looked at the menu and hummed. “Already saw something you want to order?”

Changbin shook his head and grabbed his own menu. “Mh, maybe I’ll try something I haven’t had in a while.”

“Adventurous today, huh?” Minho chuckled and then decided on what he wanted to eat. He had always loved going out with friends and checking out new places, eating out. But the last few years he had barely done that. And now without having to pay the parking space for the trailer and only a small amount of rent - because Bang Chan had made sure of that despite Minho arguing - he now had more money he could actually spend on being just a young adult he realised how much he had been missing out. Chan let him use his car and as his parents paid for their groceries and electricity, so Minho had been able to quit one of his jobs and therefore had more time as well.

He had more time for his dancing and he was participating in dance competition coming up in just a few days – something he had not been able to join before. He had more time for actually just reading or watching shows or scrolling through social media. He had time to meet with friends and take his time without worrying that he was wasting his time – because even if, wasn’t that part of being just himself? As long as he felt the time well-spent and enjoyed it, wasn’t it a good way to spend his time?

And he had had more time to visit his parents’ grave.

It wasn’t the closest to reach without car and they had been buried in their hometown but finally Minho had managed to go and visit them. It had given him a lot of ease. He hadn’t felt this well in a long while.

“Maybe I am. Could climb a mountain tbh,” Changbin grinned and stretched a bit. “I finished a big project earlier so I have a lot of energy right now.” He was about to add something when the waiter came and they gave them their order.

And then Changbin had forgotten what he had wanted to say.

“Why do you think Chan cancelled on us?” Minho then asked curiously, looking at his friend.

“No idea tbh,” Changbin said and shrugged. “Honestly it could be everything and anything. Sometimes he just doesn’t feel like going out. Or a nap. Or maybe a last minute thing he got assigned to.” And then he hesitated for a moment while mindlessly playing with the menu in his hands. “Though I do see him a lot less in the studio.”

“That’s what I thought,” Minho smirked slightly and shook his head. “He’s been staring at his phone and grinning a lot whenever he texts so…”

“You think he has a crush?”

“I definitely think he has a crush,” Minho nodded. “I wasn’t sure if I was reading too much into it and I also didn’t want to ask him. I think he’ll talk once he is ready so… I don’t want to pressure him or jinx whatever he is having.”

“You believe in jinxing stuff?” Changbin asked clearly surprised and a chuckle left the other.

“Not exactly. But like… I just didn’t want to push him to talk to me.” Minho huffed and rubbed his neck slightly. “He looks so happy and I don’t want him to watch himself because like… I know he does that a lot.”

“Yeah, I noticed. You do too,” Changbin then said and there was a gentle smile on his lips. “You are pretty similar when it comes to that.”

“Oh?” With curious eyes the older watched him, waiting for Changbin to elaborate.

Shortly Changbin thought about it before he kept talking. “Well, you both think before you speak. Or act. And whenever you say something or even with texting you are careful with what words you choose. You don’t want to hurt anyone. And frankly speaking? You wouldn’t. Both of you. And if you did? Good, that person deserved it.” He chuckled slightly and Minho blinked.

Of course he knew he was watching his words and how he reacted to things but he had not thought that anyone would ever notice. So it was a surprise to him that Changbin did.

“You know people like you anyway. Both you and Chan,” Changbin said. “You are honest and I appreciate that. Both of you call Jisung and me out on our bullshit and other people probably too. I like that a lot.” He hummed and looked at Minho.

And for a moment Minho wanted to reply to that when a thought came to his mind. “Oh god. You don’t think he is having a crush on Jisung, do you?”

That caused Changbin to laugh loudly, shaking his head amused. “Oh heck no. Nope. They are close but they wouldn’t date each other. Also I know Jisung is head over heels for someone else.”

Surprised about those words Minho formed a soft “oh” and just stared for a moment. “That is… something I did not expect.” He chuckled. “But I am happy for them.” He smiled warmly and leaned back.

“What about you? Do you have a crush?” Changbin asked and it caught Minho of guard, cheeks blushing as he just stared. His reaction was probably enough giveaway because Changbin himself looked a bit surprise. “Oh. I take that… as a yes?” the other asked and Minho grimaced, rubbing his neck slightly.

“I… uhm. It’s complicated,” Minho said and then sighed, licking his lips.

“Talk if you want to,” Changbin said a little careful because he did not want to intrude or make Minho uncomfortable.

“Mh,” Minho made and was quiet for a bit. And it was nice because Changbin was giving him the time. He also realised that he trusted him enough to tell him off and start a new topic if he was too uncomfortable with it. Minho hadn’t known that he needed this kind of trust. Changbin did not make decisions for him, especially in such situations and it felt good. “So, there is this guy,” Minho started but got interrupted by the waiter bringing their order.

A soft chuckle left Changbin’s lips and it took the tension out of the situation. Both of them thanked the waiter before they looked at each other again.

“So, there is this guy?” Changbin repeated, giving Minho the possibility to pick up where he had left.

And Minho did, even though he wasn’t sure if he should but Chan had been right: he needed to give it a chance and part of that was letting Changbin know.

“Yeah, remember, I’m straight as a circle. So, not at all. Very gay,” Minho joked and rubbed his neck. “So uhm, there is that guy and… he was kind of an ass but now he is rather great and a good friend of mine. I trust him and I think he trusts me and feels comfortable around me despite the fact that he knows I can be quite weird.” Licking his lips Minho peaked at the other. He couldn’t keep the eye contact because that would have been too much commitment.

“And I think I’m falling for him, hard, because he surely has his flaws but he treats me the way I want to be treated without me even having to tell him. And he is just… a great guy.” A short paused filled the room. “He is caring but not in a suffocating way and he gives me space when I need it. And he is just… I think we fit well.”

There was a big but in the room and Changbin felt it as well – he was waiting and not interrupting what Minho was saying and Minho was thankful because he was already struggling. He had never been good with words and talking when it was important so this right now was difficult for him.

“I see a future with him,” Minho then said and there was a confused expression on Changbin’s face. “Like… I did see it. Him and me, house in the future, rings. All that. And I… I don’t know if I just really want that future because I saw it and it’s just beautiful or if those feelings are there simply because he is amazing and I’m crushing hard.” He bothered his bottom lip before looking at Changbin. Deep inside he was hoping Changbin would give him an answer.

“Does he know about that? Like… does he like you back and if he does, does know about this? The… vision and you seeing them?”

It felt like his heart was beating way too fast because until now Minho had spoken without mentioning a name. He could still just act like it wasn’t Changbin he was talking about – but he couldn’t do that. Neither to Changbin, nor to him.

“He does now,” Minho said and Changbin nodded as a reaction before his expression turned into utter confusion.

“Wait,” Changbin started really slowly and looked like he was about to solve a really difficult math equation.

“It’s you, Binnie,” Minho said and he felt so lost with the entire situation. He had actually wanted to tell Changbin a few times already but had always chickened out and right now he felt just so lost and confused about what to do. The what if ’s were screaming at him and Minho wanted to say ‘haha, joke’ but it was no joke. And it was an important matter they needed to talk about. Something that was changing their relationship.

“Oh thank god,” Changbin breathed out and a lot of tension seemed to dissolve from him. “Because you got me really worried here.” He showed Minho a smile before he kept talking. “I wasn’t sure if I saw the signals right but like… I’ve been crushing on you for a while and even though we only know each other for a few months I agree. We do fit well. We learn a lot from each other and I do not know if you feel the same but when you are around I feel very much at ease.” He looked at Minho who just silently nodded. He felt it too and Changbin hummed quietly.

For a few moment it was just quite again until Changbin seemed to have found the words he wanted to say.

“For the vision I don’t know, Min. Surely it might have caused you to look more into the liking me part but it’s a possible future, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have seen it. It can change if I am not mistaken, yes, but you never know. Give a chance, I guess?”

Minho’s eyes widened a little bit when he heard Changbin’s words. Give it a chance. Give them a chance. And he was a little overwhelmed. He hadn’t been in a committed relationship for years and for a moment it caused panic in his chest. But it was just a short moment before he managed to calm down. It was change, again, and Minho was known to react to change a lot stronger than other people.

“I… but Changbin, do you understand what I’m saying?” Minho asked and tried to put it into words that would not hurt. “I saw it the day I panicked at your place. I saw my past and then my future and… I wasn’t crushing on you then. Sure. I liked you. Because you are an interesting and great person but there is a possibility that I am just falling for you because I saw us together.”

“Yeah,” Changbin said and shrugged. “I got that. And it might be. But you’ll never know if you never try, I guess.”

And while it was all Minho had wanted to hear, he was still worried Changbin might not understand the severity to it. Or maybe it was just a big thing for Minho because he felt like a fraud. An imposter to someone he liked. And he hated that because he appreciated Changbin so much and the other only deserved the best.

Minho knew he was overthinking.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, Min,” the younger said and looked at his friend, a soft expression on his face. “I’m asking you to give this a chance. Go on dates with me.”

A soft sigh left Minho’s lips. He wasn’t good with spontaneous decisions and he clearly was not prepared for this situation. He had not seen it coming and the insecurity of his feelings did not exactly help with it.

“Okay, here is a deal: we think about it. For like… a few days. And then we decide. And if you still feel uncomfortable with the idea, it is okay. Doesn’t mean I won't be sad but no hard feelings because there has been a lot of change happening in your life and I want you to feel good with me. And right now you don’t look like you are feeling good.”

“What if I wake up one day and realise it really was the vision?” Minho asked and he still felt lost. Changbin was so sweet and caring and it made Minho feel warm, despite feeling lost.

The other shrugged. “Possible. Might be. Also could be that I fall out of feelings. Anything can happen. But nothing good can happen if you don’t give it a chance.”

And Changbin was right. They could turn into a great love but it could also happen that they would burn themselves down to the ground. Anything was possible

“Think about it and give me an answer, okay?” Changbin asked and Minho nodded.

“Thank you. But… you too. Think about it. About what I said. Because maybe if you think about it, it makes you feel differently in a few days.”

And Changbin nodded to that because Minho was right. It might feel different once he slept over it and thought a bit about it. But right now he was just really glad they had talked and it brought them closer.

“Now we should eat before our food gets all cold,” Changbin then reminded them and Minho chuckled, feeling glad that Changbin was so easy to be with.

“You are right. We definitely should eat.” Minho hummed and watched Changbin dig in, only to make a really funny grimace the second he had shoved his food into his mouth. “I knew you didn’t read that it was spicy,” he laughed and Changbin made a really regretful sound.

He still liked the food though, they both did.

Today was the day they had decided to tell each other their answers.

Minho had actually decided to meet up today because he had wanted to have a situation where his head was not deciding instead of his heart. Where his mind, the overthinking, the worries, the what if’s were not decided over what he felt.

So he was dancing. It was the day of the dancing competition and while Minho was on stage, Changbin was in the audience with Chan and Jisung, cheering him on.

And it was so easy to find an answer.

While he loved having his friends there, they did not make his heart beat faster the second he spotted them in the crowd.

Seeing his friends looking so excited was amazing and it meant so much to him but his eyes were drawn to one person that actually did make his heart beat faster. And it didn’t matter if he had seen Changbin in his vision. The other had been right all along and Minho knew, no, had known from the day Changbin had asked him to give him a chance– Minho had just been scared.

Scared of all the bad things that could happen – and maybe even scared of the good things.

But Changbin was here, willing to try it and help him through whatever would come and even though that scared Minho as well he wanted this. He wanted this chance of happiness. And if he did not take it, someone else would.

Being on the stage left him on a high. His body was still filled with adrenaline and a comfortable kind of exhaustion when he left the stage. He loved dancing. He always had. It was his dream and it had always helped him calm down when there was a storm inside him. And frankly speaking Minho was always having a storm inside him, he was just really good with hiding it.

His feet carried him backstage and he hurried to change his clothes. Pulling the oversized hoodie over his head and throwing on some pants and then he was out – out to the crowd to find his friends who were already waiting for him.

The second he saw them, he locked eyes with Changbin who had a soft smile on his lips. He looked so mesmerized. It reminded Minho that this had been the first time Changbin had actually seen him dancing.

The only one who had seen him dance regularly had been Chan, of course, not even Jisung had seen him often.

“Woah, Min!” Jisung said and grinned brightly at his friend. “I knew you were good but you improved so much!” He clapped his hands in joy and gave Minho a short but warm hug.

“You really did great,” Chan said and grinned at his friend, patting his shoulder slightly. “Song choice and moves. Damn dude, couldn’t have done it better.”

“Cause you don’t do dance professionally,” Minho gave back amused and nodded at them. “Thank you,” he hummed and then looked at Changbin.

The other two didn’t know there was something going on, even Chan didn’t know as Minho had not told him because he had wanted to decide this on his own. He had talked to Chan when he had needed him and now it was something he had to do on his own. And he felt like he was doing it right because the decision wasn’t difficult at all, once he saw it clearly.

Once he saw him clearly.

“That’s my hoodie,” Changbin said and a grin tugged on his lips.

“Oh,” Minho made and looked down on himself. True, this was Changbin’s hoodie. But it was the piece of clothing he had put on this morning and it had made him feel comfortable and relaxed so he hadn’t even thought about it. So maybe this was an accident or maybe it had been his subconsciousness – who knew? And Minho didn’t really care.

“You looked really good. Should have showed me earlier,” Changbin then teased and Minho chuckled slightly. “But I guess I never asked as well.”

They both hummed and it felt a little awkward as they wanted to talk, clearly, but Chan and Jisung were still with them and that made it slightly weird. Chan though seemed to notice that something was going on and nudged Jisung.

“Let’s grab some drinks,” he then said and Jisung looked surprised before he nodded.

“Sure. We’ll be back in a few,” Jisung said and grinned, seemingly understanding that Changbin and Minho were needing a moment.

Watching his friends disappear to get drinks, Minho felt how nervous he got.

“You wanna talk first or should I?” Changbin asked and Minho took a deep breath.

“You talk, please, I feel like I’m exploding on the inside,” Minho admitted and the other chuckled, nodding. He had thought so, of course, and if Changbin was honest he felt the same. But he had waited a week, he could wait for a few more moments.

Before speaking Changbin reached for Minho’s hands. He waited the last few centimetres for Minho to reach out and he did, taking Changbin’s hands into his. “So, I thought about it,” he said and looked into the other’s eyes. He wasn’t the best with eye contact but this was important. “And what you told me about the vision. And while I do think it might be a supporting part in your feelings for me… I’m not letting this chance go. You like me. I like you. And I want to try it. Go on dates, see if we work out and such. If you are willing to try.”

“I am,” Minho said and it left his lips faster than he had actually planned to. He had wanted to give a full grown essay as an explanation why he wanted this but all he could think of right now was that he wanted to try it so badly. “I know I am Mister Overthinker Deluxe and I worry a lot but I am getting better with voicing it. And you are right. With everything you said. You are right. And I don’t want to overthink. I don’t want to think. I just… for once in my life I just want to feel.” Because he was good with feeling when he was dancing, and when he was dancing he was not thinking, only feeling. And what he was feeling for Changbin felt so good. He wanted to hold onto it. He wanted to hold onto Changbin. “I’m not saying I’ll be easy. That… going on dates with me and such will be easy but I want to be with you. Try this, give this a chance.”

“I’m not asking for it to be easy,” Changbin said and shook his head. “We were never easy but look where we are standing right now.”

A soft chuckle left Minho’s lips and he nodded. “Yeah, next time you push me against a wall, please do that to kiss me,” he said and smiled amused, shaking his head slightly. He held Changbin’s hand tightly in his and he could feel how nervous he had been. But they were on the same page and this was all Minho needed.

“Yes but you have to wait for that because kisses are for third dates,” Changbin teased and then pulled Minho close, hugging him. Just holding him in his arms was more than enough right now. Just having Minho in his arms was all he needed. “Though I already have a place and date for our first date. Don’t worry, I checked with your schedule.” He winked at Minho who hugged Changbin back for a long moment.

“Seems like someone is eager to give me that kiss, huh?” he teased and then chuckled. And if Minho was honest he was too. He was really looking forward to that date. And any other date. And any other time he could spend with Changbin. Even though Minho liked to be alone he really enjoyed being with Changbin too. A rarity when it came to people and Minho appreciated it.

A soft hum left Changbin’s lips. “Not gonna lie, I am.”

“Who is not gonna lie?” Jisung asked curiously, just stopping next to them with two drinks in his hand. He handed one to Changbin and Chan stopped next to Minho, handing him his own drink.

“No one,” Changbin said amused, simply to tease Jisung and he pouted, crossing his arms.

“Well, I can spill a secret if you guys do,” Jisung offered and Minho snickered in amusement.

“About your crush?” Changbin teased and Jisung’s eyes widened, ears turning red before he huffed and nodded.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to tell you anyways,” the youngest said and Chan chuckled.

“Guess it’s confession time then,” Minho said and gently squeezed Changbin’s hand – he was still holding it in his and he was not even contemplating of letting it go anytime soon.

Amused Chan shook his head and nodded. “Good thing I brought something I wanted to tell you guys as well. Guess we all have something to spill then. Something good, hopefully.”

“Same here,” Minho said and Jisung nodded eagerly – it was good, they all had something good happening to them. “Let’s go somewhere more quiet so we can celebrate and talk,” he then added as they were still surrounded of people. It did not matter what place he had gotten in the competition, he’d get the results later in an email. What was important was with him right now after all.

It was new to Minho. So many good things had happened in a short timespan and while, surely, he was always waiting for the bomb to drop, right now he was just embracing the feeling of happiness.

He was dating Seo Changbin and for the first time in forever he was looking forward into the future. And that with a positive feeling.

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this is the first time I ever published something on ao3 and I hope you enjoyed it!
Thank you so much for reading! ♥

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