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"So, I'm kind of in love with my best friend," Hyukjae says quietly, face downturned.
Junsu splutters over the phone. "Me? God, get off, I'm not gay shove off Hyukjae--"
"NO! I mean, no, not you. God, why would it be you?"
There's a pause. "I don't know if I should be insulted or what. Donghae then? Everyone loves him."
"N-no. Not Donghae." Hyukjae traces the seams on the bedsheets.
There's a thoughtful pause.
"So Sungmin."
Hyukjae sighs.
"Yeah."
"Well." Junsu suppresses a laugh. "You have a better chance with him than either of us."
Junsu splutters over the phone. "Me? God, get off, I'm not gay shove off Hyukjae--"
"NO! I mean, no, not you. God, why would it be you?"
There's a pause. "I don't know if I should be insulted or what. Donghae then? Everyone loves him."
"N-no. Not Donghae." Hyukjae traces the seams on the bedsheets.
There's a thoughtful pause.
"So Sungmin."
Hyukjae sighs.
"Yeah."
"Well." Junsu suppresses a laugh. "You have a better chance with him than either of us."