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“That was before,” Minho says now. Chan has no idea what that means. “Do you not want to be married anymore?” The answer should be obvious, since Chan literally hired a lawyer and got the papers drafted up and sent over. And yet he can’t answer. Then Minho asks, in a much smaller voice, “Do you not—love me?” “Do I not—what?” Chan feels like he’s on a carnival ride, dizzily struggling to keep up. “Minho-yah, this was all just so I could stay here and you could get that apartment. Wasn’t it?” “At first, yes,” Minho says impatiently. “But hyung, are you seriously telling me you haven’t realized it yet?” “Realized what?” Minho closes his eyes and blows out a puff of air, ruffling his too-long bangs. He usually trims them every six weeks, but he’s been growing them out lately after Chan said they looked nice. “Channie-hyung,” he says, his voice much calmer now, “do me a favor and just think about the last year. Okay? Don’t say anything. Just . . . think about it.” (or: Chan and Minho fall in love and get married. Just not in that order)

Fics like give it all into your hands

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