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Chan, soaking wet from the rain the night proper, standing in Minho and Jisung’s balcony, sunrise behind him shedding light on the red on his lips, the tears in his eyes. Knocking on the balcony door, Minho’s own shocked reflection greeting him with the older’s visage, then—
“I didn't know where else to go.”
Chan was never normal. This was very much not normal either, however. This needed assessment, thoughts. Wide eyes. Shaking hands. Questions, questions. Sound mind.
(Logically, what Minho didn’t do before, he should’ve done—asked—now.)
“If…if…if you have time, room…please, Minho-yah.” Tears that won't stop, breathing that's too strong. “I'm. I'm sorry, you had the most accessible place, the most hidden door in the hallway a-and you're on the lower floors, s-so I thought—”
(Minho isn't normal. He loses all logic.)
He opens the door wider and pulls Chan in. Chan stops his rambling, and he falls into Minho’s arm and part of his chest.
Nothing is normal about Minho, he knows, except loving Chan. But even that isn't safe from what Chan hides—and what Minho is willing to do for him.