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โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ : ๐—Ÿ๐—ข๐—ฉ๐—˜ ๐—œ๐—ฆ ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง ๐—ข๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฅ
๐—„๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿท : ๐—›๐—œ๐— 
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—…
๐—๐—‚๐—„๐—‚๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ
๐–ฟ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—Œ
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ
๐—†๐–บ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐—๐—’๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿธ : ๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—ง๐—œ๐—ข๐—ก๐—ฆ๐—›๐—œ๐—ฃ๐—ฆ
๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—’
๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿน : ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ฆ
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐–พ : ๐–พ๐—‰๐—๐–พ๐—†๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ๐—…
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐–พ : ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‚๐–ฝ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ : ๐—–๐—›๐—”๐—ฃ๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฑ
๐–Ž. ๐—๐–พ๐—…๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‡๐–พ๐—‹
๐–Ž๐–›. ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—๐—๐—…๐–พ
๐–›. ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—‚๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—…๐–บ๐–ป
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฒ
๐–Ž. ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€...?
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—†๐–บ๐—†๐–บ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿณ
๐–Ž. ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿด
๐–Ž. ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—…๐–พ๐— ๐—‚๐— ๐—Œ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—!
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–›. ๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ - ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ป๐—Ž๐—
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿต
๐–Ž. ๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—…
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ
๐–Ž. ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿญ
๐–Ž. ๐—’๐–พ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—Œ๐—๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
๐–Ž๐–›. ๐—ƒ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ
๐–Ž. ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡' ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐—€๐–บ๐—Œ
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–บ๐—†๐–บ
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ
๐–Ž๐–›. ๐–บ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ
๐–›. ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐–›๐–Ž. ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐—๐—’
๐–›๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–บ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ
๐–›๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ?
๐–Ž๐–. ๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—๐–บ๐—…
๐–. ๐—‚ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐–๐–Ž. ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š๐š‚ : ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ
๐–Ž. ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—†๐–พ๐—
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—Ž๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—€๐–บ ๐–พ-๐—๐–บ
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐™ด๐š‡๐šƒ๐š๐™ฐ : ๐Ÿณ + ๐Ÿญ
๐–Ž. ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—Œ๐—„๐–บ๐—๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—๐–พ
๐–Ž๐–›. ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ
๐–›. ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ
๐–›๐–Ž. ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡
๐–›๐–Ž๐–Ž. ๐—๐—Ž๐—…๐—‚๐—‰
+ ๐–Ž
๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ
๐—‹๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—…
๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—๐—Œ ยฒ
๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ
๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ
๐–ฟ๐—…๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐–ป๐–บ๐–ป๐—’
๐–ป๐–บ๐—„๐–พ
๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ
๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—‰๐— ๐Ÿค
๐—†๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—…๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿป : ๐—ฆ๐—–๐—˜๐—ก๐—”๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—ข๐—ฆ
๐—‰๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—’!
๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ
๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐–บ๐—๐—๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„
๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—€๐—‚๐–ผ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—
๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ...?
๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—Ž๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ
๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿผ : ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง๐—œ๐—–๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ฆ
๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿง.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ.๐Ÿค๐Ÿจ
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿจ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿจ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฉ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ.๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฅ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿซ.๐Ÿค๐Ÿง
๐—„๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿค.๐Ÿข๐Ÿค.๐Ÿค๐Ÿข
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿค.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฅ.๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฃ
๐—„๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—ˆ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿค.๐Ÿข๐Ÿช.๐Ÿค๐Ÿช
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—‚ โ€ข ๐Ÿค๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ.๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ.๐Ÿค๐Ÿค
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฝ : ๐—•๐—”๐—ก๐—š๐—ง๐—”๐—ก ๐—จ๐—ก๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ๐—˜
๐—†๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ
๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ : ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—ข ๐—”๐—–๐—ง๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—ง๐—œ๐—˜๐—ฆ
๐—๐–พ๐—…๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–พ๐—…
โ–ฌ ใ€Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ใ€๐Ÿถ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฟ : ๐— ๐—œ๐—ฆ๐—–๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—ก๐—˜๐—ข๐—จ๐—ฆ
๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚
๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚‚
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚ƒ
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚„
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚…
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚†
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚‡
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚ˆ
๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†โ‚‰
๐–บ๐—‡ : ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐–บ๐—‡ : ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ

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7 + 1 ; milan
CW // just a bit of cursing lol




"H-hyung? You're here?" Mason exclaimed, jaw dropped at the sight of his now ex-boyfriend standing right in front of him in Milan of all places, "please tell me you didn't fly all this way just to talk about what happened like three days ago?"

Namjoon shook his head, motioning to the large suite behind the younger, "can I enter? It'll be easier to talk if we sit," he mumbled, his shoulders unusually sagged over. Mason nodded, moving to the side so his hyung could enter the apartment he had been in for a little over a month or so.

"Would you like something to drink or something?" Seungcheol asked, rushing over to the fridge, "I don't have any coffee, but I have water? Or I can order some from the café down the street?" He reached for his phone when he felt arms wrap around him. "Hyung, I-"

Namjoon shushed him, instantly calming the other down just by holding him. "I missed you, Seungcheolie. It's boring not hearing music blast from your studio at odd times at night," the soft chuckle filled Seungcheol's right ear, his hyung always careful not to press on his left shoulder where the scar was.

That careful action was a reason why Seungcheol was with him in the first place; he always knew how not to push or irritate the other or even try his best to touch his shoulder and the scar unless Seungcheol wanted him to.

(He would never admit it, but sometimes his shoulder hurt to move which was unlike any type of shoulder pain one should feel)

Which made this whole "break-up" of theirs even worse.

They all knew each other way too well to understand how everyone was dealing with something like this, even Seokjin who was supposed to be focused on his military training instead of this situation they were now in.

"I missed you too, hyung," he rubbed the warm arm that was around him, "we really need to talk about everything, hyung."

Namjoon removed his arms and motioned to the couch in the living room area for them to talk. They both sat down with Seungcheol trying to start the conversation, but he was completely lost for words.

He didn't know how to tell one of his exes why he never fell in love with him in the best way possible.

"Seun-ah?" Namjoon called out, noticing that the other was in a completely different world. "Do you want hyung to start out?"

Seungcheol nodded, trying to prepare himself for the questions. This was probably one of the hardest things he would ever have to talk about in his life — even over telling his members about his bullies — and he had no clue what the other or even any of his other ex-boyfriends felt about the whole situation.

Namjoon cleared his throat before speaking, looking at Seungcheol's sunken-in form. "So, first of all, I didn't fly here just to talk to you, I'm here for Milan Fashion Week and, uhm, decided to kill two birds with one stone. But, uhm, this really isn't easy to talk about, but the whole thing that you and Jungkookie said was a bit shocking," he paused for a second to see if the other was reacting, "especially after you dedicated each song of your album to one of us. It was very polarizing that after a week of that album being out, you decided to tell us that you fell in love with only one of us. It hurt a bit, mainly since I thought we were in a pretty good spot in our relationship too."

"Hyung, when I say I'm sorry, I mean it with my whole being," he whispered, slowly looking up at Namjoon with sad eyes, "I-I didn't want to drag you guys along while I loved Jungkook like that, it seemed so unfair to all of you t-that I thought the best way to stop it was to break this off. The timing was so off, and I don't know if I could ever make that up to any of you. Playing with your feelings like that makes me feel like a piece of shit."

Shrugging, Namjoon had a small smile on his face, "It was pretty shitty of you," he joked, getting a small chuckle from the other, "but, I understand that you weren't trying to hurt any of us. Though, I'm surprised you didn't do it over text. That's definitely something you would do."

Seungcheol threw his head back in laughter, making Namjoon join, "I was literally going to do that, but I thought it would be a dick move of me to do, even if I do hate talking like this," he shuddered as he laughed, trying to control it so he could stay a bit more serious, "but, how are you dealing with this? Have you talked to the others about it or...?"

"It kinda hurts since I was technically broken up with by two people I still adore," sighing, he had a dreamy expression, head now looking up at the detailed ceiling of the apartment, "but I still have five other boyfriends and we're gonna see what's gonna be happening between us when I get back."

"Are you not going back home soon?"

Namjoon shook his head, "my parents and sister are flying out and we're gonna be spending time in Barcelona together."

Smiling, Seungcheol brought his arm up to rest on the back of the couch, fingers running against the honey-coloured skin of his leader. "I hope you all enjoy it," he knew it had been a while since Namjoon was able to relax, especially after the release of his album and the problems he had been having with the leaking of personal information. "Hyung, do you have any plans early in the morning tomorrow?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

Seungcheol moved his hand until it touched his hyung's own, "would you like to go on one more date? For old time's sake?"

Interlacing their fingers, Namjoon smiled, "what were you thinking of doing?"

"I'm sure there's some art gallery you haven't been to yet, then we can go out for dinner, then pizza, then we can go drink some more and come back here and find a movie on Netflix for us?" He listed off, "Super basic stuff for our last date."

With his free hand, Namjoon pulled out his phone and started to type when Seungcheol tugged on the hand he was holding.

"What are you doing?" Seungcheol asked, tilting his head to the side like a puppy.

Smiling, Namjoon looked up and turned his phone to face the other, "Just asked Jungkookie if I can go on a date with his boyfriend and give him a kiss on the lips."

Seungcheol giggled, looking down at the phone when a message appeared, "he said yes, hyung, and to, and I quote, cuddle the shit out of him."

"Well," Namjoon started, pulling the other close to his body, "that can be arranged."



AUTHORS NOTE —— hey besties! i actually have a question for y'all... what made you read this book?
like the cover, the storyline, the character of mason?? i'm currently ( aka FINALLY ) working
on another book, waikiki, and i was wondering what made people read books like this!

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