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Seungmin continues staring at him. Something uncomfortable tickles at the divot between Minho’s ribcage, nerves flaring up that he’s quick to quash. “I didn’t mean to say that,” Seungmin says. “That I need to talk to you, I– I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight.” “I really despise the path that this conversation is going down,” Minho complains, standing up and crossing the short space into the kitchen– up closer, he can see the sleepy ruffle of Seungmin’s hair, his flighty attention. Drunk Seungmin tends to be markedly spaced-out, but this Seungmin seems grounded, uncomfortably so. “Just say what’s on your mind, yes?” “I’m gay, hyung.” For a moment, Minho just looks at him. Seungmin stares back like he’s trying to draw out a reaction– hands tangled with one another, brow furrowed, cheeks sucked in slightly and something glinting in his eyes. If he were a better hyung, Minho would rush forward in support, offer words of compassion, tell him he’s loved, but– but Minho just looks at him.

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