“He’s on his way over.”
Key ignored Minho and buried his head deeper under the pillow.
“Key-ah…” He felt Minho’s warm hand on his back, stroking him gently as if he was a child. “You can’t hide forever, you know.”
“I can try,” Key insisted petulantly.
Minho looked down at his friend, his sometimes lover, the guy he’d been in love with for the past four
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