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"i'm gonna get going", wonwoo says as he zips his backpack.

"yeah, okay", but you don't even look at him.

"i'll text you once i get there", he tries out, testing the waters. you still don't look up from your phone.

"okay."

he bites back a laugh by pressing his lips together.

"i'm leaving that book you wanted to read, it's on my desk."

"thank you."

wonwoo knows. he knows you're just trying to play it cool and pretend you're not sad - and maybe ignoring him is the best way -, but he can't buy that today. not today. so he walks up to you, standing in front of you on the couch, his tall and broad frame blocking the light that's coming from the window.

"are you mad at me?", but he knows the answer. not at him, maybe just at korea's government.

you finally look at wonwoo, bright eyes staring at him through your eyelashes. his hair is way too short - vernon's buzzcut kind of short -, his glasses are a bit crooked and he has no business looking that good in a plain black t-shirt.

ugh, damn jeon wonwoo.

"i'm not mad", you sigh. "i'm just..."

you shrug, but he gets the feeling.

"come here, let me say bye to you."

"i don't want to. you're not going anywhere, i don't know what you're talking about. for as long as i'm concerned, you're just traveling with your members for a while."

"that fantasy could easily work if mingyu wouldn't be pesting you while i'm gone", wonwoo chuckles. "but i'll tell him to go easy on you, to indulge you."

you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and hugging wonwoo as tight as you can. i mean, it's not like he's gonna spend years away; you know that as soon as he's finished with training, he'll come back to you (and to mingyu, for that matter). but still, it feels a bit bittersweet, doesn't it?

"call me everyday", you tell him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

"you know i can't, babe. but i'll do my best to contact you."

your tiny and defeated 'okay' makes wonwoo chuckle again. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, letting himself smell your shampoo too. as always, it smells like home to him.

and, fuck, he isn't even out that door yet, but he can't wait to come back home already.

a/n: go and serve well, wonwoo. hope you get to rest a bit, we'll be waiting for you. i love you. ❤️🍒

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"i don't think you're supposed to cut it like that", minghao says, biting back a laugh.

you groan, dropping the knife and looking at the carrots in front of you.

"how should i do it then?"

cooking dates has never been a thing between the two of you. when he cooks, he cooks alone while you're either reading him a book or something; when you cook, you cook alone while he's either telling you about a childhood memory or something funny that happened in his last trip.

minghao pointed that out and suggested to experience cooking together, and now- well, now you're here.

he laughs once again, getting behind you and grabbing the knife you were holding.

"smaller pieces will make it more crunchy, and it will look better once it's finished", he gently explains, cutting the vegetable. you're frozen in place, but not in a bad way - your body is trapped between the counter and minghao's body. his arms are on each side of you, and you have to remind yourself not to just melt and rest your back on his chest.

he probably thinks the same thing, because he gets just a bit closer, his tall figure hovering you from behind.

"see?"

minghao kiss your shoulder, offering you the knife.

"i can't never cook with you again."

"why? i'm not that exigent, mingyu is way worse", he jokes.

"i bet he doesn't kiss his partner while cooking."

minghao chuckles, kissing your shoulder once again - and then your neck, and then your jaw.

"no, that's just me."

"oh, poor me then, to have to pull up with your antics...", you joke.

"poor you", he fakes a pout, laughing when you crack and smile at him too.

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yeah, why should i even try it, right?

"i hate you", you say, as soon as you hear a 'hello?' at the other side of the line.

"what?", he laughs awkwardly.

"yeah, i hate you."

joshua frowns. what do you mean you hate him? why do you hate him? what's even going on?

"i- what- wait, are you drunk?"

"a bit, yeah", you sigh. "it doesn't change the fact that i hate you. so, so much."

"wow, okay", he breathes in, taken aback. this is gonna be a good ride. "why do you hate me?"

"because i'm right here", you open your arms, even though he can't see it. "you have all of me for you, and you can't fucking see it. you just hate me, so i might as well hate you back."

joshua frowns once again, trying to find the right words.

"i... you're my best friend, what do you mean by that?"

"THAT'S IT! DID YOU HEAR IT?", you scream, and he gets his phone away from his ear. "you just said 'best friend'. ugh, i don't want that."

and right there, it clicks. oh my god, it clicks like it never clicked before. joshua gets what you mean, and by god, he hopes you mean what he thinks you mean.

"wait... what? what do you mean you don't want that?"

"i just... oh my god, this is so embarrassing, i'm so drunk", you sigh, head spinning around. "i just... i don't know, i might like you, okay? a lot, by the way. and i don't wanna be your friend anymore."

he laughs - and you're almost offended by that.

"so you wanna be more, is that what you're saying?"

"i don't know, you keep laughing at me."

and he almost laughs again, but he can imagine your pout and reddish, puffy cheeks and your messy hair. you must look cute.

"okay, why don't you hold onto that to tell me tomorrow when you're sober, um?"

"i don't want it too."

oh, joshua can so picture you stomping your feet right now.

"yeah, but it's better that way", he says with a smile. "maybe... maybe, if you're sober, i can tell you back that i like you too and i don't want you just as a friend neither. how does that sound?"

you think for a while. on his side of the line, there's only a fade noise of a random song playing at the club you are right now.

"hm, i don't like it. it sounds fake."

joshua laughs once again. "you're so drunk right now."

"yeah, i might be", you sigh. "i want you."

"i want you too", he nods. "but in the right way, okay?"

and you wanna say no, you wanna throw a tantrum and tell him to come get you, you wanna be as dramatic as you can be; but the reasonable side of you doesn't let you. so you just-

"yeah, okay", you roll your eyes. "can i see you tomorrow?"

"i'll be texting your friends to know you're safe and the moment you open your eyes tomorrow, i'll be by your door. does that sound good?"

"it does."

"okay then", he relaxes. "take care, okay? and don't forget..."

"what?"

"i love you too", he confesses for the first time, before hanging up on you.

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the uncertainty hansol feels equal the thrill under his skin. he keeps hearing you talk but he doesn't actually listen- wait, maybe he should.

"so, yeah, i'm excited to see her", you nod. who's her? your friend who's moving out of the city and who you're gonna see tomorrow night?

"yeah, of course", he nods too. "make sure to have some fun with her, i bet you'll miss her."

your tiny 'i will' almost go unnoticed as the subway gets closer to you two. people start to walk to its door, patiently waiting for the train to stop and accommodate all of them.

it's the fourth that goes by, you shouldn't miss this one.

"i have to go..."

"um, yeah, okay", hansol says. "thank you so much for the night, i had a lot of fun."

"thank you, so did i."

you hug hansol, feeling how his body reacts to the way you're snaking your arms around his torso. he sighs, a tiny smile stamped on his lips.

but as you're about to let go, you can't help but think that... that's not what you actually want to do to him.

so you take your shot, pushing him off you a bit and hoping you won't mess your first date when you say-

"come here", you whisper, cupping his cheek and pulling him close again just so you can peck his lips.

hansol could explode in that very moment. his arms bring you even closer, the subway way long forgotten, and he also takes his shot when he deepens the kiss, sucking your bottom lip and pecking your lips again - and then your cheek, and then your jaw.

"i really have to go~", you giggle, and hansol groans.

"okay, sorry", he lets you go - after pecking your lips again -, and watches as your eyes shine at him. "can i text you later?"

you nod once again, maybe a little too eagerly, as you wave him goodbye and finally step into your train, door closing behind you.

oh, well. isn't hansol over the moon now?

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seungcheol's eyes are still red, wet and puffy when he walks into your shared apartment. he sighs, puffing his cheeks and pouting just like a little kid.

his pout gets bigger when he hears you giggling.

"what?", seungcheol asks in a sharpy, cute tone, while he takes his shoes off and wear his slippers. "did you see it too?"

"i guess everyone saw it, babe."

seungcheol groans, using the sleeve of his black t-shirt to wipe his eyes. there's no sign of makeup on his face now, so his skin is all clear, with its natural flaws and marks.

"that son of a bitch", he curses, walking up to the couch and sitting beside you. "damn you, kwon soonyoung."

"yeah, okay", you pat his back. "let it all out."

seungcheol crosses his arms. usually he would be talking about caratland right now, running your ears out about how great it was, something funny seungkwan did backstage, or how thrilled he is to have wonwoo on his cooking show.

but right now? he's just sitting there, staring at the void with a frown on his beautiful face, not moving at all. and you know what that can lead to...

and honestly, it doesn't take much until seungcheol sniffs and you're no longer patting his back, but caressing now. he hates crying in front of people, but oh well - didn't he just do that in front of thousands and thousands of carats just now?

"it's okay", you tell him. "they're greateful for you, and i'm glad they expressed that today."

"i hate them", he playfully says, his voice sounding different because of the lump in his throat. "i'm gonna treat them all to dinner tomorrow for how much i hate them."

seungcheol breaks, his words chocking him up as he hiccups.

"of course, babe. of course."

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