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Junhee has to steel himself before he walks into the restaurant for fear of what he’d find on Yoonjae’s face, but he finds Yoonjae calmly at their table, giving him an easy smile when he spots Junhee. A real smile, too.
Junhee returns it as he takes his seat across from Yoonjae, still with trepidation, but Yoonjae seems fine. More relaxed, actually, than when Junhee had last seen him, like that big worry had been lifted off his shoulders.
“Hey,” Yoonjae gives him a small crooked smile to the right of his mouth, and holds his hand out for a bro-five. Junhee returns it with his slowly diminishing apprehension.
After they’ve ordered and Yoonjae’s gotten two pints of beer from the bar for them, chugging down quite a bit - a drop escapes his lips and makes its way down Yoonjae’s neck, and Junhee catches it with his napkin before he can stop himself - Yoonjae asks about Junhee’s work.
“It’s okay,” Junhee replies slowly. This dinner wasn’t a casual meeting; he knew what Yoonjae had done right before this, or was supposed to have done. He drops the question, ignoring the pumping in his heart. Old habits die hard.
“You... did it?” This comes out more hopeful than he had intended, but thankfully Yoonjae doesn’t seem to catch it. He shrugs and takes another gulp of beer.
‘“Yup. It wasn’t even a big deal, Shiwon clearly expected it anyway. She said she would have brought it up if I didn’t.” Yoonjae takes another swig of beer and holds his mug out at Junhee. “Toast.”
Junhee holds his own out amusedly, but manages to keep a rein on his eyebrow.
“To singlehood,” Yoonjae says, and clinks glasses. Junhee snorts, but takes a gulp.
Junhee lets his heart slow as dinner continues, Yoonjae seemingly absolutely fine about the breakup. They’d all known it ages ago, really - Junhee can barely remember the first time Yoonjae had called him up and told him about how finally, finally getting with Shiwon was nothing like what he’d expected. (The little jump in Junhee’s heart, though, when he had heard this, is something else he can remember distinctly, but Junhee doesn’t let himself think of this much.)
“Seriously,” Yoonjae says through a mouthful of japchae, spraying some in Junhee’s face, “I don’t know if it was the fact that I had a bunch of fantasies and all of them fell through, or something.”
Junhee laughs a little, quietly, but offers nothing else. He doesn’t even know what to say. That little jump, the one that feels like hope, is back again. He ignores it.
Yoonjae snorts and shakes his head, shoveling rice into his mouth. “We’re still friends, of course - maybe more than friends, like siblings, I guess, but that’s about it. Also the fights weren’t great.”
“You’ve spent nearly your whole lives together,” Junhee supplies, like it means anything to the conversation, but Yoonjae seems to get it, though Junhee suspects Yoonjae is getting progressively drunk.
“Right?” Yoonjae slurs. “It’s kind of strange, when you think about it.” He shrugs, then kicks Junhee in the shin. “So, what’s up? You cure cancer, yet?”
“You met me last week,” Junhee finally lets a smile take over his lips. “And I hadn’t then, remember?”
“You never know,” Yoonjae says, sloshing more beer out of his mouth as he drinks. Junhee doesn’t reach over to stop the dribbling beer, now, just laughs and shakes his head, when Yoonjae reaches over to slide his hand over Junhee’s.
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