Archive of Our Own

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A chorus of muted voices swept across the courtroom as Seokmin uttered the final lines of his closing argument, his voice steady and powerful. The client beside him shifted, their fingers curled into fists in shared confidence, hope alive in their eyes. Opposite, across the room, the other party squirmed, eyes on their notes as if looking for a forgotten argument against the counter.

Seok-min stepped back, his stylishly tailored suit catching the lights as he gave a confident nod to the judge. "Your Honor, the evidence is clear. My client has been falsely accused, the truth stands out naked. Justice demands a verdict in his favor."

He thanked the judge, signaled to the jury to commence deliberation. The tension filled the room as Seokmin settled in his seat. Each minute was like hours until the jury filed back in, the face of the foreperson creased with the verdict before a word could be uttered. "We find the defendant to be... not guilty."

An almost audible gust of air exhaled from Seokmin's side of the courtroom. Tears started flowing from his client's eyes as they gripped his hand, murmuring profuse thanks. Seokmin smiled warmly, his famous dimples deepening. "You're free," he said nonchalantly, his tone soft and satisfied.

The whir of admiration buzzed around him as he left the courtroom. Colleagues congratulated him; a few young associates whispered about how they want to learn from "that guy." Seokmin acknowledged them with a nod but was preoccupied with thoughts of his own. His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he dug it out as he stepped into fresh afternoon air.

Notification: Reminder: Joshua's Graduation Party- Tomorrow @ Seungcheol's Club.

A small, bittersweet smile spread across his lips as he stared at the screen. Joshua. The name alone tugged at a tender place in his chest, and he let out a soft sigh. It had been six months since they’d agreed to keep their distance. Not because they didn’t care for each other, but because Joshua had needed time—time to heal, to focus on himself, to find stability in a life that had been upended by betrayal and change.

Seokmin had agreed, though the decision had felt like swallowing shards of glass. “I understand,” he’d told Joshua back then, his voice steady even as his heart ached. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”

Joshua had smiled a big smile, a smile that made Seokmin guilty for not fighting harder for it.

Maybe..Joshua would find someone who wouldn’t’ remind him so much about his failed marriage.

Maybe…

Maybe he would come back…

Maybe…

Seokmin was standing on the steps of a courthouse taking in the inexplicable bustling city, and a swirl of pride and melancholy was knotted up in his chest. He had built a thriving career, won hard cases and earned the respect of his peers-but the distance from Joshua still lingered like an unspoken question.

He put his phone away and made his way back to his office, steps purposeful-hulking. His heart said it was time for that talk, and his mind reminding him of the promise he made.

I'll respect him.

It was 6 months ago when all of it began. Seokmin's finger pressed the doorbell of Seungcheol's apartment, and an exceedingly loud thump was followed by a few very low mumbles with curses. Seconds later, Seungcheol opened the door, appearing as if he had just battled his bed and lost. Hair points at odd angles, shirt nearly sliding off the shoulders.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" asked Seokmin while stifling what seemed an 'almost' grin.

"Kind of," muttered Seungcheol through a stifled yawn. "Late at the club. Joshua's not here yet-said he'd be back in half an hour or so."

"Oh, that's okay, I'll come back later," Seokmin said, making preliminary pivoting movements.

"Or" Seungcheol interrupted leaning onto the doorframe, "you can come inside, sit on the couch and let me try not to die from sleep loss by the age of 40."

Seokmin laughed as he stepped in. "Where's your boyfriend?"

"He's out interviewing some client," Seungcheol said with a shrug, heading back toward his room. "Shouldn't you know Jeonghan’s schedule?"

"I know," Seokmin replied, narrowing his eyes. "Pretty sure he's free tod-they're planning something, aren't they?"

"Probably," Seungcheol admitted waving him off. "There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. I'm going back to bed."

Seokmin chuckled while making his way to the couch.. The apartment was cozy, a testament to Joshua’s love for calm spaces. His eyes landed on a small desk in the living room that Seungcheol had gotten for Joshua. Neatly stacked papers and books sat alongside two large, unsealed envelopes. Curious, Seokmin resisted the urge to peek and instead grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.

Returning to the couch, he let himself sink into its soft cushions. The quiet hum of the apartment lulled him, and soon his eyelids grew heavy. Closing his eyes for just a moment, Seokmin drifted off.

The sound of whispers stirred him from his light sleep.

“Just tell him,” came a distinct, exasperated voice—Jeonghan.

Seokmin stilled, keeping his breathing even.

“But I could just choose to study here and still be with you guys,” Joshua’s whisper replied, laced with hesitation.

“Joshua, you got into MIT. For six months!” Jeonghan’s tone was pointed yet supportive. “He’ll understand.”

Seokmin’s heart sank. MIT? That meant Joshua would be leaving. Well, they could always try long distance...right?

“Plus, you said you wanted some time to think—” Jeonghan continued.

“I know,” Joshua interrupted, his voice softening. “I just...what if he changes his mind about me? I’ll just finish in Seoul, and it’ll be fine.”

“Seokmin’s not like that, and you know it,” Jeonghan reassured him firmly.

There was a pause. Then Jeonghan sighed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a big teddy bear to make out with as a sorry for lying to him.” Footsteps echoed away, and the apartment fell silent again.

Seokmin’s heart ached. He heard quiet movement near him, and soon soft touches brushed against his face. His breath hitched when he felt Joshua lying down beside him, arms wrapping gently around his torso.

Seokmin let his eyes flutter open. “Hey…”

Joshua pulled back slightly, startled but smiling. “Hi… What are you doing on my brother’s couch?”

“Checking if it’s good enough to sleep on. It passed,” Seokmin replied, his voice light but his heart heavy.

“That’s good,” Joshua murmured, his expression unreadable as he snuggled back against Seokmin.

Seokmin wrapped an arm around Joshua, holding him close as his mind raced with a mixture of hope and quiet heartbreak. He wanted to keep Joshua here, with him, but he also knew that Joshua deserved to spread his wings.

And then came the restaurant.

Joshua had been fiddling with his napkin for a good ten minutes, his nerves palpable. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but trembling with emotion.

“I… I got into MIT for… for just a transfer study to do my last six months of school and…” Joshua’s words trailed off, his eyes darting to Seokmin’s face.

“You should take it,” Seokmin said firmly, his smile warm and encouraging.

Joshua blinked in surprise. “I would have to leave on Friday. They… they offered to pay for my ticket.”

Seokmin’s heart tightened. Four days.

“You are a very impressive man, pretty,” Seokmin said, his voice teasing but soft.

Joshua blushed, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. “But… I could stay—”

“If you think that after six months, I am going to forget you, you really underestimate my stubbornness," Seokmin interrupted with a playful glint in his eyes, despite the ache in his chest.

He looked down. His voice was almost a whisper. "I don't wanna leave you."

Seokmin exhaled slowly, forcing the softest smile to his lips. He caught the eye of the waiter and nodded, signaling their exit. Then, he reached across the table and took Joshua's hand in his before guiding him out of the restaurant.

"We...we didn't pay," Joshua said, voice laced with worry.

"I already put my card on file," Seokmin replied effortlessly. "Let's go."

They walked in comfortable silence to a nearby park, the cool night air kissing their skin. Sitting together on a quiet bench beneath the gentle glow of the streetlights, Seokmin turned to Joshua, expression serious yet kind.

"Seokmin said, "You deserve to do what you always wanted to do. It's just that - MIT is fantastic, from what I've heard. Go. Enjoy it. Flirt with guys, get drunk, be reckless... You missed that stage of life because of one asshole who didn't deserve you. Be happy." "Why would I flirt with guys? You don't... you don't want to try long-distance?" He frowned, pulling his brows together.

"It's not that I don't want to try," Seokmin said, his voice low and even. "I would do it in a heartbeat."

Tears welled in Joshua's eyes. Seokmin reached out immediately to cup his cheeks. "Hey, no. No tears, okay? No crying."

"Do you want me?" Joshua whispered.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” Seokmin admitted, his voice breaking just a little. “But maybe… maybe this is a chance for you to really think about it. If staying here, staying with me, is your heart’s choice out of love… or out of gratitude.”

Joshua’s breath hitched as he stared at Seokmin, his mind whirling.

“The first time I came onto you,” Seokmin continued, “it wasn’t because I wanted you. I wanted to see who you were as a person. If you’d be willing to do what it took to make him pay for everything he did to you.”

“I know…” Joshua murmured. “It… it felt like that.”

“You’re so smart,” Seokmin said with a bittersweet smile. “But I fell. I really did. And maybe this—this time apart—could be clarity for you. Clarity to realize if you wanted me because I gave you comfort when you needed it… or if you really want me.”

Joshua said nothing, his emotions too tangled to unravel. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Seokmin, a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of both longing and uncertainty.

When Seokmin dropped Joshua off at Seungcheol’s apartment, Joshua hesitated at the door, looking back at him.

“Would you…” Joshua bit his lip, his voice wavering. “My flight—it’s at 10:30 a.m. Can you be there?”

Seokmin’s heart swelled. “Of course.”

Joshua nodded, his hand on the door handle. Then, as if on impulse, he turned back, ran to Seokmin, and jumped into his arms, kissing him passionately.

“I’ll see you,” Joshua whispered against Seokmin’s lips before running back inside.

Seokmin stood there for a long moment, his heart full and heavy at the same time.

Seokmin wasn’t someone who cried easily anymore. Not like when he was younger—when every sad movie, every heartfelt story, and even a harsh scolding from his mom could leave him teary-eyed. His mother used to call his tears a sign of empathy worth gold.

He was not the person he had been before. Being a lawyer in his life meant that he could take in the most devastating sad tale a client could possibly bring and still have the right words of comfort to say without letting a single tear fall. He practiced that. Actually, it was a skill he had mastered, and it was one of the things he relied on most of the time.

So, he really didn't get it that his cheeks were wet when he came into his car.

He sat there a minute staring at the damp streaks on his fingers, a bittersweet smile pulling at his lips. Sadness, no. Joy, no. It was... something different.

"Such empathy worth its weight in gold, huh, Mom?" He murmured that to himself, shaking his head and rolling away.

Seokmin walked briskly into the office building, with his briefcase in hand. Just as he reached the elevator, he spotted Seungcheol heading in the same direction.

"What're you doing here?" Seokmin asked while pressing the elevator button.

"Jeonghan forgot his lunch," Seungcheol said while lifting the brown sugary bag like a trophy. "I am superhero boyfriend of the day and come in for the prize."

Seokmin raised an eyebrow. "No doing it in the office."

"The prize is a kiss, pervert," Seungcheol shot back, rolling his eyes.

They stepped into the elevator, and Seokmin leaned against the wall, glancing at Seungcheol. "Good mood, running errands."

"Well, Jeonghan's worth it," Seungcheol mumbled, but the warmth in his voice was unmistakable.

Even before exiting out of the elevator, Seokmin could hear Jeonghan's unmistakable voice piercing through the hallway.

"Do I have to do everything here?!" Jeonghan's voice was sharp and commanding.

"Sounds like he's mad," Seungcheol said, exchanging a look with Seokmin.

“We’ve got interns starting today,” Seokmin explained as they walked toward the commotion. “Jeonghan’s supposed to be their supervisor.”

“And that’s good for… who exactly?” Seungcheol asked, smirking.

As they approached the cluster of desks, they saw Jeonghan standing in front of a group of wide-eyed interns. They hung onto his every word like he was their deity, furiously scribbling notes as he paced in front of them, gesturing animatedly.

“You brought the wrong case!” Jeonghan snapped at one of the interns, who looked like they might faint. “Fix it! And I don’t mean tomorrow—I mean now. Do you think jury selection is going to wait for you to get your act together?!”

Seokmin and Seungcheol exchanged glances again.

Jeonghan turned his head towards the voice of Seungcheol. That expression softened immediately and turned back on the interns, clapping hands briskly. “All right, you got your assignments. Dismissed. Don't make me regret hiring you!"

The interns scrambled like frightened birds, and for a while, Jeonghan stood still, just watching them fly away. Then, the moment they disappeared from his sight, he whipped around and stomped toward Seungcheol, a frown that melted into a bright smile.

“Forgot your lunch,” Seungcheol held up the bag.

Jeonghan made no reply. He closed in on them in two strides, threw his arms around Seungcheol, and planted a kiss firmly against his lips. “Thank god you're here,” murmured Jeonghan against those lips.

Seokmin stood a little off, chuckling. "I'd say this definitely is good for you." Shaking his head, he turned and headed toward his own office.

"See you tomorrow?" Seungcheol called after him.

"Yeah," was the answer as Seokmin waved a hand at him without looking back.

Seokmin sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair, with a pen mindlessly twirling between his fingers. The hum of the office buzzed faintly around him, but where his focus was located was a completely different place.

Tomorrow was the graduation date for Joshua. And all the morning, Seokmin was trying to work out a proper gift that would fit the occasion.

It wasn't that he didn't know Joshua well enough-he himself might have been the one who knew him best. But therein lay the rub. Joshua deserved a gift not only sentimental but also practical and thoughtful; something that would show how proud Seokmin was of him and how much he loved him.

He leaned forward, opened his laptop, and typed, "Graduation gifts for someone you love," into the search engine.

The first results were... disappointing.

“Leather-bound journals… no, too impersonal. Fancy fountain pens? Come on, he doesn’t even like pens that much. A watch? Too cliché,” Seokmin muttered to himself, scrolling through the options.

He clicked on a few gift suggestion websites, but none of them felt right. Joshua wasn’t someone who needed a generic keepsake—he was a dreamer, a hard worker, someone who had overcome so much to get where he was.

Seokmin paused, staring at the blinking cursor in the search bar. “What do you even get for someone who’s starting over? Something for his new chapter…”

His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he typed in something new: “gifts for future professionals starting careers.”

The search results were more promising. Briefcases, office chairs, and fancy desk lamps popped up, but none of them sparked excitement in Seokmin.

Then, as he scrolled down, an idea struck him.

Joshua had mentioned more than once how excited he was to start applying for jobs after graduation—how he wanted to build a space where he could work, study, and dream without distraction.

Seokmin’s lips curved into a smile as he typed in another search: “high-quality computers and monitors for work and study.”

The results flooded in. Seokmin clicked through the options, reading reviews and specifications, his eyes lighting up as he found the perfect setup: a sleek, high-performance laptop paired with a stunning monitor. It was practical, professional, and something Joshua could use for years to come.

“This,” Seokmin murmured, leaning closer to the screen. “This is it.”

The laptop was lightweight but powerful, perfect for someone who’d need to carry it around or work on the go. The monitor was ultra-wide, with vibrant resolution, ideal for multitasking or just enjoying some downtime. Together, they were everything Joshua would need to start his new chapter.

Seokmin could already picture it: Joshua sitting at his desk, the sunlight streaming through the window as he typed away on the laptop, his cat curling up beside the monitor.

Seokmin chuckled softly at the image. He pulled out his credit card and placed the order, opting for express delivery to make sure it arrived on time for the celebration. “Yeah, he’s gonna love this.” Once the confirmation email popped up, Seokmin leaned back in his chair again, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Now all he had to do was wrap it up and write the card.

Joshua crouched on the floor, tugging open the drawer of his desk to pull out the last of his books and notes. The room was a mess-half-packed boxes cluttered every surface, and his cat had claimed the suitcase in the corner as a makeshift bed. "Almost done," he muttered to himself, wiping his brow. The last six months flew by, but they drained him. Balancing an intense workload with late-night study sessions, attending lectures, and the odd social event had taken everything out of him. Now, standing on the edge of graduation, he wasn't really sure what to feel.

Joshua sank onto the bed and glanced around the room that had been home over the last six months. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, but he ignored it. At the moment, most of them are from Seungcheol, checking on him or inquiring about his plans after graduation.

Seokmin, though…

Joshua’s heart clenched as he thought of him.

They hadn’t spoken much during his time away. At first, it had been the time difference—MIT’s schedule was grueling, and between that and Seokmin’s demanding workload, finding a moment to connect felt impossible.

Then the excuses started piling up. Joshua would think about texting him but stop himself. “I’ll message him tomorrow,” he’d tell himself. But tomorrow turned into next week, and next week turned into months.

It wasn’t like he didn’t miss him—he missed Seokmin terribly. But every time he thought of sending a message, the guilt would bubble up.

The parties didn’t help.

Joshua's deeper cheeks filled with blood when he remembered the first such incident. All his friends had taken him to a party where he did not want to go, but it was under their all-promise of fun. He drank well beyond his ability to hold it, feeling all the heaviness of everything he was running from slip away with every shot.

The second was worse. He kissed a stranger - he couldn't even remember his name. It was quick and meaningless, and guilt thereafter ate him alive inside.

And the third...

Joshua groaned, his fingers probed beneath his knuckles. He kissed that same guy again-not a mere peck but proper. One that lingered too long to be left to bygones.

Nothing happened after that, which actually didn't make a difference.

"I'm a terrible person," he muttered under his breath.

Not that he and Seokmin were actually in a relationship, but that definitely didn't make the guilt any lighter on him.

He flops back now, staring at the ceiling. All he could do at this point would be make excuses-to Seokmin, to himself or better still, to the universe for being such a wreck.

That heavy buzz pulling at his concentration was from his phone. He reached for it now, scrolled through notifications.

Seungcheol: "You packed yet? You better not miss your flight tomorrow, brat."

Joshua chuckled softly.

After all, his brother had been the only lifeline to keep him afloat through all those months. Seungcheol punctuated relationship by fewest questions in the most number of times he was there.

Joshua stood up and brushed off his jeans of the dust. There was still so much to do before tomorrow—packing, cleaning, and somehow figuring out how to face the world after graduation.

And Seokmin.

Joshua’s chest tightened.

He didn’t know what he was going to say to him. But whatever it was, it wouldn’t be enough.

At five in the morning, Joshua tugged his baseball cap lower over his face and shuffled through the lively airport with his suitcase trailing noisily behind him. His other hand clutched onto a half-empty cup of lukewarm, comfort-trip coffee that he barely sipped, rather than actually expecting to revive what long dissipated caffeine.

The regret over his impulsive haircut simmered with every step.

“I look bad,” he muttered to himself, stealing a glance at his reflection in the glass wall near the gate. His freshly trimmed hair stuck out from under his hat. “Why did I think bangs were a good idea?”

Exhaustion clung to him. He didn’t get much sleep anyway last night with the flutters in his stomach and the worries that kept him up. Six months was a long time to go without seeing someone. And to think of the excitement and fear communion was about to be revived, was such a big deal.

“Maybe he won’t even recognize me,” Joshua whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of humor and panic.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he didn’t check it. He already knew who it was—Seungcheol, most likely sending a no-nonsense reminder to get on the plane and stop freaking out.

The flight itself was long, and Joshua spent most of it bouncing between half-hearted attempts at sleep and spiraling into a mental loop of imagined conversations with Seokmin.

“Hey, I missed you,” he rehearsed in his head. No, too casual. Maybe, ‘I’ve been thinking about you a lot,’ or…or should I apologize first?

The scenarios played out like a rotating stage in his mind. In one, Seokmin welcomed him with open arms, smiling that warm, familiar smile. In another, Seokmin was distant, hurt, maybe even angry.

He gripped the armrest as they began descending. With every passing minute, his nerves became more frayed, now wrapped tightly into an anxious ball when they touched the ground.

He didn't even remove his hat during customs.

Walking through the arrival gate, he saw a sea of faces and looked his heart out for a familiar face.

Until, there, he was.

What the hell is he doing here?!

Seokmin stood to the side, hands nonchalantly stuck in his blazer pockets, appearing casual: hairstyle neat; soft smile on lips while watching the procession of passengers.

Joshua froze for a moment, his stomach, doing an ungraceful somersault.

Why is he here!!!

He looks good. Way too good. Did I always look this much of a mess compared to him?

Seokmin's gaze fell upon him, and his smile widened.

Joshua swallowed, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other.

Shit…

“Hey,” came the soft voice of Seokmin as Joshua stepped closer. It was steady, warm.

Joshua pulled his had off, sheepishly, “Hi.”

They stayed there momentarily as the bustle of the airport faded into the background.

“Nice haircut,” Seokmin taunted, eyes twinkling.

Joshua groaned and laughed nervously. "... thank you."

And just like that, some of the tension melted away.

Seokmin reached for Joshua's suitcase, brushing their hands together for a moment. "Come on. Let's get you home."

Home. It wrapped around Joshua's heart with a warm blanket, and for the first time in weeks, he let himself breathe.

The pre-dawn light made its way across the sky as Seokmin deshelled Joshua's suitcase into his car and left the fading noises of the airport behind. Joshua, fiddling with the strap of his backpack, followed a step behind.

 His heart was still racing, and his throat felt dry, but he didn’t know what to say to fill the thick silence that stretched between them.

Seokmin opened the trunk and lifted Joshua’s bag inside with ease, his movements calm and efficient. He closed the trunk with a soft thud, brushing his hands together before turning toward the passenger door. Joshua hesitated, then climbed into the car.

The first few moments were quiet, save for the soft click of seatbelts and the low hum of the engine as Seokmin pulled out of the lot. Joshua glanced at him briefly, catching the focused look on his face, his hands steady on the wheel.

The silence was suffocating.

Joshua cleared his throat, trying to will himself to speak. “So… uh… why didn’t Seungcheol come get me?”

Seokmin’s eyes flicked toward him for a moment before returning to the road. “Jeonghan got a stomach bug,” he said evenly. “Seungcheol’s taking care of him.”

“Oh.” Joshua nodded slowly, his fingers twisting the strap of his bag. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah. Just a 24-hour thing, I think. Seungcheol didn’t want to leave him alone.”

Joshua hummed in acknowledgment, biting his lip as another heavy silence fell over them.

The city began to blur past the windows, and Joshua found himself hyper-aware of every tiny sound in the car: the soft whir of the AC, the faint squeak of the seat whenever he shifted, the rhythmic turn signal when Seokmin changed lanes.

He stared out the window, watching the buildings morph into quieter residential streets, his thoughts swirling.

Why does this feel so weird?

He took a furtive glance toward Seokmin, whose jaw was set, his expression inscrutable. Joshua could not help but notice the way the sharp line of his cheekbone was illuminated by the early sunlight, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms. Stop staring, Joshua thought and turned away.

"So... uh..." Joshua began, hesitated again.

He didn't even know what it was that he wanted to say. Seokmin gave him a cursory glance with a raise of his eyebrows in silent asking but did not deign to question any further. He sunk further into the seat, shoulders drooping with the unbearable tension one between them, left to never-ending stretch this drive seem to take. He stood pondering on whether to apologize-for months of no contact, for the very disarray in which things had been left behind. But it was always the words that got stuck on his tongue each time he tried to mouth them.

Seokmin, on the other hand, looked straight ahead, never tightly holding on to the steering wheel, neither was he loose about it. He was never angry, but there was something about him that had held back.

That awkward silence was almost unbearable. Eventually, Joshua didn't hold back and said, "I-I'm sorry I didn't text more." Seokmin blinked with surprise, but his facial expression remained devoid of any.  

"It's fine," he assured a moment later with a calm voice. Joshua frowned and started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"It's not, though. I was just busy and the time difference and –.”

 "You don't have to explain," came the gentle interruption, eyes flicking toward him. "I get it, okay?”

Tightness filled Joshua's chest. The sweetness of Seokmin's voice further heightened his discomfiture. The silence of the other half of the journey seemed to intensify as both did nothing but immerse themselves in their thoughts. Joshua stared out of the window, mind haggling with everything he wanted to scream out and yet could not muster the guts to utter. He exhaled a shivering breath while unfastening the seat belt as they approached Seungcheol's flat.

"Thanks for picking me up," he said in a weak almost whispered tone.

Seokmin flashed a small smile, "Anytime."

Joshua hesitated there for a moment before grabbing his bag and stepping out of the car.  

As Seokmin drove away, Joshua watched him go, feeling a heaviness in his heart, as though he had not said something important to him.

Joshua hesitated for a moment outside the door to Seungcheol and Jeonghan's apartment, hovering over the handle. Why am I so nervous? Inhaling deeply to flatten out the butterflies in his belly, Joshua opened the door.

Warm, familiar apartment air enveloped him at once, and with it the low sound of a movie playing in the background. He stepped through the door, letting his eyes wander to the couch.

Jeonghan was sprawled across it, looking a bit pale but far from miserable. Instead, he wore a content, almost smug smile as Hansol sat beside him, serving as a very patient human teddy bear. Jeonghan was clinging to him like a child, his arms wrapped tightly around Hansol’s middle, while Hansol lazily waved at Joshua with a grin.

“Welcome back, hyung,” Hansol said cheerfully, as if he weren’t currently being used as a plushie.

“Joshu–ji !” Jeonghan chirped, his voice warm and sweet despite his obvious illness. He practically bounced up from the couch, swaying slightly as he stood. Joshua hurried forward, and Jeonghan wrapped him in a tight hug, sighing dramatically. “You’re finally here! I was so bored without you.”

Joshua laughed softly, hugging him back. “You look like you’ve been managing just fine.”

Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Jeonghan! Get back on that couch before you fall over.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of Joshua, squeezing him tighter. “He’s been like this all day,” Jeonghan muttered conspiratorially.

Seungcheol appeared in the doorway a moment later, holding a steaming bowl of soup. His apron was slightly askew, and there was a smear of something on his cheek, but his expression was one of pure exasperation. “I swear, I’ll tie you to that couch.”

“Promise?” Jeonghan shot back, but he finally released Joshua and shuffled back to the couch, flopping down with exaggerated effort.

Seungcheol followed him, setting the bowl on the coffee table before leaning down to tuck the blanket more securely around Jeonghan. “You’re supposed to be resting, not playing around.”

Jeonghan pouted up at him. “But Joshua’s back. I had to get up for him!”

“Joshua’s not going anywhere,” Seungcheol said firmly, his voice softening slightly as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of Jeonghan’s face. “And you’re not allowed to get worse because you refused to listen to me.”

Jeonghan huffed but didn’t argue, letting Seungcheol fuss over him. Joshua couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was the kind of warmth and care that felt so natural between them.

Jeonghan turned his head, catching Joshua’s gaze. “Come sit with me,” he said, patting the spot on the couch where Hansol had just vacated.

Hansol rolled his eyes good-naturedly and moved to a nearby chair, giving Joshua a wink. “Guess you’re the new teddy bear.”

Joshua laughed as he sat down, and Jeonghan immediately snuggled into his side, sighing contentedly.

Seungcheol placed the soup bowl into Jeonghan’s hands, giving him a warning look. “Eat. All of it.”

Jeonghan pouted up at him. “But I don’t want soup.”

“Too bad,” Seungcheol said, his tone teasing but firm. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Jeonghan’s forehead, then straightened and glanced at Joshua. “Don’t let him try to pawn it off on you.”

Joshua grinned. “I’ll make sure he behaves.”

Jeonghan looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

Joshua laughed, reaching up to ruffle Jeonghan’s hair. “I’m always on your side, but you still need to eat.”

Seungcheol watched the exchange with a fond smile, his gaze softening. For a moment, the room felt entirely peaceful, filled with warmth and quiet affection.

Hansol stretched as he stood up, glancing at his watch. “I should get going. Seungkwan’s finishing up his internship interview, and I promised I’d pick him up.”

Jeonghan gave him a sleepy wave, still cuddled against Joshua. “Don’t let him stress too much,” he murmured, his voice light but affectionate.

Hansol chuckled. “I’ll try, but you know him.”

Seungcheol walked over to Joshua and pulled him into a tight hug, his arms firm and comforting. “I’m proud of you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a depth of warmth and sincerity.

Joshua blinked rapidly, his throat tightening as emotions bubbled up. “Thank you, hyung,” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Seungcheol gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before pulling back and heading toward the kitchen. Joshua sat down again with Jeonghan, who wasted no time snuggling closer and grabbing the remote.

“Let’s watch something fun,” Jeonghan suggested, already scrolling through options.

Joshua smiled, letting himself relax into the couch. As Jeonghan settled on a movie, he pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text. Moments later, he was dialing.

“Hansol,” Jeonghan said when the line connected, “don’t bring Seungkwan home. Bring him here to Seungcheol’s apartment. We need him.”

Hansol’s voice came through the line, amused but hesitant. “Why do I feel like this is a trap?”

“It’s not a trap,” Jeonghan said, feigning innocence. “I just need my Charlie’s Angels together. Please?”

Hansol sighed dramatically. “Fine. We’ll be there soon.”

Not much later, Hansol arrived with Seungkwan, who looked utterly exhausted. He dropped into the seat next to Joshua, sighing deeply.

“I’m never getting an internship,” Seungkwan declared, his tone a mix of frustration and self-pity.

“You’re being dramatic,” Jeonghan said, waving a hand. “You’re brilliant, and they’d be stupid not to hire you.”

Seungkwan grumbled something unintelligible and leaned his head back, clearly spent.

Jeonghan’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he turned to Hansol. “Hansol, take Seungcheol somewhere. Go get ice cream, coffee, whatever.”

Seungcheol frowned, crossing his arms. “This is my apartment, in case you forgot.”

Jeonghan pouted, his eyes wide and imploring. “And I’m your boyfriend, in case you forgot, and I need my Charlie’s Angels with me. Please?”

Hansol smirked, clearly entertained by the exchange. “Seungkwan, do you want to stay?”

Seungkwan, without lifting his head, nodded.

Hansol bent down, pressing a soft kiss to Seungkwan’s head. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be back later.” Then he hugged Jeonghan quickly and gave Joshua a little wave as he straightened.

Seungcheol and Jeonghan locked eyes, the air between them heavy with playful stubbornness.

Finally, Seungcheol groaned and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Jeonghan’s face lit up, and he blew exaggerated kisses toward him.

Seungcheol leaned down, patting Seungkwan’s head gently and pressing a quick kiss to Joshua’s temple. He straightened and gave Jeonghan a pointed look. “You’re sick. But don’t worry, they’ll take care of you.”

Jeonghan’s jaw dropped in mock outrage. “Excuse me?! No kiss for me?”

Seungcheol smirked as he walked toward the door with Hansol. “Nope. You’ll survive.”

Jeonghan gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if Seungcheol had mortally wounded him. Hansol laughed as they stepped out, and Seungcheol called over his shoulder, “Be nice to them, Jeonghan.”

The door shut behind them, leaving Jeonghan to huff and flop dramatically back onto the couch.

“Well, that was rude,” Jeonghan declared, making Joshua and Seungkwan laugh.

The three settled into the couch, wrapped in blankets, as the nostalgic sounds of an old Disney movie filled the room. Jeonghan held the remote loosely in one hand, occasionally humming along to the music, while Seungkwan dramatically belted out the lyrics as if he were performing on stage. Joshua chuckled, letting their energy soothe his nerves.

When the credits rolled, Seungkwan turned to Joshua with curious eyes "So, how was MIT? Was it like all the movies where everyone is a genius and competing to be the next Steve Jobs?" He smiled awkwardly, scratching his neck.

 "Uh, it was...intense. A lot of work. Definitely a challenge. “Did you make friends?" Jeonghan asked, tone casual but eyes sharp.

"Yeah, I did. The people were nice."

Seungkwan raised expectant eyebrows. "What about parties? Did you go to any wild American college careers?"

He froze for a moment, his lips parting as if he were scrambling for an answer. "Uh...a couple."

 Seungkwan tilted his head until he was squinting at him. "Just a couple? Did you even dance? Or, wait-" He gasped dramatically.

 "Did you kiss anyone?" The only thing that disturbed the heavy silence following that was the soft music being played in the background by the movie. The narrow-eyed Jeonghan sat straighter. “You got a boyfriend?”

Joshua’s face turned beet red. “No! I just…” He hesitated, taking a deep breath. “I kind of…kissed a guy. Twice.”

Jeonghan and Seungkwan exchanged a glance, then shrugged simultaneously. "That's okay," said Jeonghan, waving a hand dismissively.

"Yeah," Seungkwan added, "it's not like you're married or something. You're allowed to have fun."

Joshua blinked, guilt still tugging at his chest. “You don’t think that’s…wrong? I mean, with Seokmin and everything—”

Jeonghan cut him off with a reassuring smile. “Joshua, it’s fine. You were figuring things out, living your life. As long as you were honest with yourself, there’s no harm in it.”

Seungkwan nodded fervently. “Exactly. You’re not a saint, Joshua. You’re human. And Seokmin? He’s one of the most understanding people I know. If you’re feeling guilty, just talk to him.”

Joshua relaxed slightly, their words sinking in. “Thanks,” he murmured, feeling a small weight lift from his shoulders.

Jeonghan reached over and ruffled Joshua’s hair. “You’re too hard on yourself. Now, let’s watch The Lion King so I can cry over Mufasa and get turned on by an animated lion.”

Seungkwan grinned. “I call dibs on singing Can You Feel the Love Tonight! No one else is allowed.”

Joshua chuckled as Jeonghan hit play, their laughter and singing soon filling the room, a comforting reminder of the bond they all shared.

And for nearly three hours…

They just laughed.

They enjoyed…just being happy.

Then Jeonghan had an idea.

Jeonghan stretched dramatically in the living room, his energy seemingly fully restored. “Alright, boys,” he announced, placing his hands on his hips like a commander preparing troops for battle. “Time to get dressed up and make some unforgettable entrances at the party tonight.”

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. “I going to assume you mean we’re going shopping?”

“Obviously. We can’t just show up looking basic,” Jeonghan declared, already pulling his phone out. “Come on. Fashion emergencies wait for no one.”

Joshua laughed nervously. “Uh, are you sure you're okay? You were sick this morning.”

“Baby, I’ve never been more ready in my life,” Jeonghan grinned mischievously. “Trust me, you both have nice asses and most of your clothes hide it so, chop chop.”

“I’m a miracle, Boo. A divine being of resilience and impeccable style.” Jeonghan struck a dramatic pose, then smirked slyly. “A bitch who needs his boyfriend to want to fuck me against a wall just by looking at me.”

Joshua let out a loud groan of protest. “Gross! Your boyfriend is my brother!”

Jeonghan waved a dismissive hand, grinning. “He’s not my brother, though…”

“But Hansol is your brother,” Seungkwan chimed in, eyes twinkling with mischief. “And let me tell you, Jeonghan, he’s a very nice, tender lover.”

Jeonghan froze mid-step, his mouth dropping open. “What did you just say?”

“Very thick and firm too,” Seungkwan teased, his laugh bubbling through the hallway. “Hansol’s got those long hands, and don’t even get me started on his grip,” Seungkwan made an exaggerated gesture, earning a snort of laughter from Joshua.

“AH!” Jeonghan yelped, clapping his hands over his ears like a scandalized drama queen. “That’s different! He’s my baby!”

Joshua doubled over, wheezing as Seungkwan shot him a conspiratorial wink. “It’s the same thing, really,” Seungkwan quipped. “Except his hands are just...ugh, they’re so long! And his arms—have you ever seen kiss like he fucks? Deep and Passionate?”

“Stop talking!” Jeonghan screeched, storming toward the door in mock outrage, cheeks flushed pink.

“What?” Seungkwan gasped in mock innocence as he and Joshua trailed after Jeonghan, barely able to contain their laughter. “We’re just bonding, Jeonghan!”

Joshua wiped a tear from his eye, barely able to stand straight.

Jeonghan turned sharply on his heel, pointing an accusatory finger at Seungkwan. “When this is over, you’re going to pay, Boo Seungkwan. And it’s going to be creative.”

Seungkwan simply grinned, blowing a kiss toward Jeonghan. “I’m shaking in my stylish boots.”

The afternoon morphed into a whirlwind of fashion chaos and laughter. They hit a sleek, upscale boutique first—marble floors, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and impeccably dressed sales associates waiting to swoop in with suggestions.

Jeonghan wasted no time, breezing past racks of clothes with the confidence of someone who owned the entire store. He tossed a tailored blazer toward Seungkwan without even pausing. “Try that. It screams ‘hire me, but also I know how to party.’”

Seungkwan caught it and inspected the label. “This thing probably costs my entire tuition.”

Jeonghan waved dismissively. “Baby, I argue with people for a living. And so does his lover boy,” he added, nodding at Joshua. “Spoiling lovers and baby brothers is a perk for us.”

Joshua blinked. “Seokmin isn’t my—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeonghan interrupted. “Anyway, don’t worry about the price. I’ve got this.”

Seungkwan beamed. “I’ll take it. I’m broke.”

Joshua shook his head, laughing as Jeonghan continued his spree of throwing high-end pieces their way like a personal stylist on a mission.

The next store had a more laid-back vibe—think cozy sweaters, vintage jeans, and soft lighting that made everything feel more relaxed. Joshua found himself gravitating toward a simple but well-fitted knit sweater in a muted gray.

“Boring,” Jeonghan sang from behind him. “You need something that pops. This is a celebration, not a math lecture.”

“I like it,” Joshua defended, holding it up. “It’s comfortable.”

Seungkwan snickered. “You’re giving ‘college professor at brunch’ vibes.”

Joshua rolled his eyes. “Comfort is underrated.”

Jeonghan clapped his hands together. “Fine, compromise. Get the sweater, but pair it with these.” He handed Joshua slim black trousers with subtle detailing that elevated the look.

“Deal,” Joshua agreed, appreciating the blend of practicality and style.

They ended their spree at a shoe store, Jeonghan dramatically trying on everything from sleek boots to sparkling loafers. Seungkwan found a pair of white sneakers that he declared “perfect for every occasion ever,” and Joshua settled on simple yet polished leather shoes.

“I feel like I’ve been through a war,” Joshua muttered as they finally walked toward the cashier.

“Fashion warfare is serious business,” Jeonghan replied solemnly, though his grin betrayed his amusement.

Seungkwan nudged Joshua. “You’ve officially survived Jeonghan’s shopping boot camp. Welcome to the elite.”

As they loaded their bags into the car, Joshua turned to Jeonghan. “Seriously, though. How rich are you?”

Jeonghan threw an arm around his shoulders. “Enough to make this shopping spree guilt-free. Now stop asking questions and enjoy your glow-up.”

The car ride back was filled with music and laughter, a sense of excitement building for the night ahead. They were ready to turn heads at the party—and, maybe more importantly, to just enjoy being together and celebrating everything they had been through.

With each step of the thrice whom Jeonghan welcomed into his plush apartment, the whole environment seemed to transform into something almost ceremonial. Afternoon light glared through a wall of glass windows, bathing everything-an extremely contemporary furniture set and a finely polished surface-in a warm, golden hue. A few shopping bags had made home on the couch, their contents waiting to be revealed like treasures after a victorious hunt.

"Okay, and now let us convert this humble abode into a runway," Jeonghan chortled while throwing his jacket over a chair before marching to his bedroom. "We've got work to do if we're going to shut that club down tonight."

Joshua exhaled and rubbed his neck. "I'm just going for 'simple but nice.' No shutting down anything required."

Seungkwan grinned, already pulling out his purchases. "That's where Jeonghan and I come in-to make sure you look simple and devastating at the same time."

"Devastating?" Joshua laughed, shaking his head.

"Devastating," Jeonghan echoed from the hallway, emerging with a devilish smirk and a garment bag draped over one arm. "We're not just getting dressed, gentlemen. We're making statements."

Joshua stood before the mirror as he fastened up the soft gray knit sweater he had selected earlier, which lent itself to the light in such a way as to keep a dignified exposure of his frame without being too flashy. Paired with tailored black trousers that fit him perfectly, this created a balance between relaxed elegance and effortless charm.

He debated the shoes for a moment before settling on polished black leather. As he tied the laces, Jeonghan circled him like a cat sizing up its prey.

“Not bad, not bad,” Jeonghan mused. “Understated but sophisticated. I approve.”

“I wasn’t asking for your approval,” Joshua quipped, adjusting his cuffs.

“Yet here I am giving it anyway,” Jeonghan grinned. “Now for a finishing touch—” He leaned in, gently tousling Joshua’s hair until it achieved that perfect artful mess.

Joshua frowned. “I feel like I look exactly the same.”

"That's the beauty of it," Jeonghan winked. "You are effortlessly handsome. Let the world suffer."

Jeonghan enjoyed the slow pace of getting ready and slipped into a fitted black shirt of silk under the light with the top two sleeves left undone and hinting at the smooth expanse of skin lying below. Slim black pants embraced his long legs and ended up with sleek black boots, perfect for the very threatening elegance. A subtle silver chain glinted around his neck, just enough to lend an edge to his natural appeal without overwhelming it. The soft, flowing waves of his hair fell perfectly around his sharp cheekbones and mischief write-up eyes. He smirked at his reflection, then snapped to his friends.

 "Don't worry, boys. I'm going to keep it PG-13- for at least an hour."

Seungkwan flaunted a crisp white shirt that had meandering floral patterns stitched onto the sleeves and tucked it under ultra-fitted light-wash jeans that did not shout but still got it right at the curves. The look finished off with white sneakers all looks fresh and fun without losing its edge.

He messed up with his hair and settled for an easy wave that added a youthful touch. "Do I look good?" Seungkwan inquired, twisting around for appraisal.

"Good?" Jeonghan laughed. "Darling, you're gorgeous."

 Seungkwan was beaming. "Perfect."

By the time they got everything finished, the atmosphere in the apartment was simply, to say the least, intoxicating. Jeonghan called for his driver, and they walked their way downstairs to the waiting black SUV. The streets of Seoul glistened in the fading twilight as they sped toward Seungcheol's club. Music hummed softly in the background, blending seamlessly with the anticipation crackling in the air.

Jeonghan leaned back in his seat, arms stretched luxuriously. “Tonight is going to be legendary. I can feel it.”

Joshua chuckled. “Let’s just hope we survive the night first.”

Seungkwan laughed along, eyes sparkling. “If we’re going down, we’re going down in style.”

The SUV pulled up to Seungcheol’s club, its sleek exterior glowing under neon lights. A line of eager partygoers stretched along the block, but the bouncer waved them through without question. Inside, the pulsing rhythm of music reverberated through the floors, a heartbeat of celebration and chaos waiting to unfold.

Jeonghan grinned as they stepped inside. “Gentlemen, welcome to the time of our lives.”

And with that, the night began.

The heavy door creaked open, revealing Hansol standing at the threshold. His loose-fit white shirt and black jeans fit the easy, relaxed vibe of the closed-off club. Soft lights from inside cast a golden glow behind him, framing his silhouette.

But Hansol wasn’t paying attention to any of that.

His eyes immediately found Seungkwan, standing beside Jeonghan and Joshua. His usual composed expression melted into something far softer, dreamy even, as if Seungkwan’s presence had short-circuited his brain.

“Uh… hey,” Hansol managed, voice low and a little dazed.

Seungkwan’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Hey yourself.”

Jeonghan, ever perceptive, narrowed his eyes. “Hansol, where’s Seungcheol?”

Hansol blinked, but his gaze remained locked on Seungkwan. “Who?”

Jeonghan groaned. “The owner of this club? My boyfriend?”

“Right. Right, Seungcheol,” Hansol mumbled, though it was clear that at this point the name didn’t register.

Meanwhile, Seungkwan had tilted his head, resting a hand against his cheek, fingers tracing his jawline as he feigned a bashful look. “Hansol,” he teased softly, “are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

Hansol swallowed hard. “I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“I’m sure you are,” Seungkwan laughed, brushing past him with a subtle wink.

Jeonghan didn’t wait for more distractions. He linked his arm through Joshua’s and waltzed past Hansol, who was still rooted to the spot, captivated by Seungkwan’s retreating figure.

The club’s interior shimmered with muted elegance, a perfect blend of sophisticated lounge and vibrant dance hall. The main bar stretched along one wall, illuminated by soft amber lights. High-backed leather booths lined the opposite side, while the central dance floor gleamed under the reflection of crystal chandeliers. The club, typically filled with energetic patrons, now felt intimate and exclusive—a private haven for friends.

Subtle beats pulsed from hidden speakers, setting the atmosphere without overwhelming it. Warm lighting highlighted the minimalist décor—black and gold accents, polished wood floors, and gleaming surfaces that added a chic yet cozy vibe. The scent of citrus and spice lingered faintly in the air.

As Jeonghan and Joshua made their way inside, a chorus of greetings erupted.

“Joshua!”

“There’s our graduate!”

“Mister MIT!”

Soon-young, Mingyu, Minghao, Jun, Jihoon, and Wonwoo stood in a loose group near the bar, grinning broadly. Mingyu clapped loudly, nearly knocking over a nearby stool. “Look at you! All accomplished and stuff!”

“You did it,” Jihoon said, his tone warm but understated as always. “Congratulations.”

Jun waved a hand dramatically. “You survived school in America. Truly impressive.”

Joshua smiled shyly, a little overwhelmed by the attention. “Thanks, guys. It’s good to be back.”

Minghao handed him a sparkling non-alcoholic drink. “A toast for the returning champion.”

Joshua took it with a grateful nod. “Cheers.”

Jeonghan released him with a proud smile, giving him space to bask in the warmth of their friends' affection. Hansol finally snapped out of his trance and joined them at the bar, though his gaze frequently darted toward Seungkwan, who was busy chatting with Minghao.

Despite the laughter and energy filling the room, Joshua couldn’t help but notice the absence of one particular face.

"Where’s Seokmin?" Joshua asked, voice soft enough that only Jeonghan caught it.

Jeonghan leaned in slightly. “He’ll be here. You know how dramatic entrances work.”

Joshua chuckled despite himself, hoping that Jeonghan was right. Even surrounded by friends, part of him felt incomplete without Seokmin’s familiar presence.

As Seungcheol swung open the back kitchen door, he danced into the club with a tray full of steaming food. Today, rich grilled meat mingled with an aromatic flavor of seasoned vegetables in the air. He wore a dark button-up shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, and fitted slacks, giving him marvelous casual charm, although the faint flush on his face under the heat from the kitchen made him even more irresistible. Jeonghan's gaze immediately settled on him, a smirk curling his lips.

"Well, well," came a voice loud enough to drown the music. Jeonghan continued, "Who's this handsome stranger?"

Seungcheol arched a brow, catching on to Jeonghan's game, immediately. He adjusted the hold on the tray as he walked closer. "Just a hardworking guy trying to make an honest living," Seungcheol replied smoothly, voice teasing. What's your story then, beautiful?"

"Oh, me?" Jeonghan theatrically placed a hand on his chest and continued, "oh, just a humble customer looking for a little special service." Seungcheol smirked, placing the tray on a nearby table without breaking eye contact.

"What kind of service are you looking for, then?"

"Well..."Jeonghan took a step closer, dropping his voice to a husky whisper. "The kind that makes a night unforgettable."

Their back and forth exchanged glances of amusement from the group, with Mingyu whispering to Minghao, "Are they seriously doing this right now?"

Neither Seungcheol nor Jeonghan cared, anyway. The space between them became even smaller when Seungcheol leaned in a little more towards Jeonghan.

"Sounds risky," Seungcheol murmured, his voice low and inviting."Think you can handle it?"

"I can handle a lot of things," came the purring reply as Jeonghan tilted his head almost provocatively. Their eyes locked together, the tension thickening with every second. Seungcheol's gaze flickered to Jeonghan's lips, so Jeonghan didn't wait another second.

The sudden intensity made Seungcheol drop any remaining pretense, his arms wrapping tightly around Jeonghan as he deepened the kiss. The world around them faded, the cheers and laughter from their friends blending into background noise.

When they finally broke apart, breathless but grinning, Jeonghan quipped, “I’d say that service exceeded my expectations.”

“You’re so weird,” Seungcheol laughed, pressing his forehead against Jeonghan’s briefly before pulling away. “But worth every second.”

Jeonghan winked. “Always am.”

Their friends erupted into playful whoops and applause. “Get a room!” Hansol called out, grinning widely.

“You’re in my club,” Seungcheol shot back good-naturedly, “so technically, this is my room.”

Jeonghan laughed, lacing his fingers through Seungcheol’s hand. “Come on, Mr. Owner. We’ve got a party to host.”

Seungcheol shook his head fondly. “With you, it’s never just a party. It’s a spectacle.”

“Exactly.” Jeonghan grinned, pulling him toward the center of the celebration.

As the music hummed softly in the background, Jeonghan clapped his hands together dramatically to gather everyone’s attention. “Alright, party animals, it's time for the best part of the night—gift-giving for our graduate superstar!” He flashed Joshua a proud grin. “Front and center, pretty boy.”

Joshua blushed but stood up from the couch, smoothing the fabric of his elegant but comfortable outfit. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” he protested shyly.

“Nonsense,” Jeonghan waved off the modesty. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and we’re going all out. Now sit here and bask in our love.”

Minghao was the first to step forward. “I figured something useful might be better than just sentimental nonsense,” he said, handing Joshua a beautifully wrapped box.

Joshua unwrapped it carefully, revealing a sleek, minimalist leather-bound notebook and a matching pen. “You’ll need this when inspiration strikes during work or study,” Minghao explained.

“It’s perfect,” Joshua said earnestly. “Thank you, Minghao.”

Mingyu followed next with a wide grin. “I didn’t go practical,” he admitted, “but I went with fun!” He handed Joshua a large bag that jingled suspiciously.

Inside were custom enamel pins depicting cartoon versions of Joshua and his friends, plus a quirky set of stickers featuring clever legal-themed puns. Joshua laughed, holding up a pin of himself in cartoon form wearing a graduation cap. “This is amazing, Mingyu. Thank you!”

Jihoon presented his gift next—an unassuming USB drive. “It’s loaded with playlists for every mood,” he said simply. “You might need them when you’re stressed or celebrating.”

“That’s so thoughtful,” Joshua said, beaming at him. “I’ll definitely use it.”

Hansol approached shyly, scratching the back of his head. “I, uh, didn’t know what to get, so I made something.” He handed over a neatly framed photo collage featuring snapshots of their friend group during the last few years. “Memories are important, right?”

Joshua’s eyes softened as he traced the images with his fingers. “This is beautiful, Hansol. It means a lot to me.”

Seungkwan sauntered up next, presenting a carefully curated skincare set. “For those stressful days when you forget to take care of yourself,” he teased, “because we both know you’re terrible at self-care.”

Joshua chuckled. “I’m going to prove you wrong. Thank you, Seungkwan.”

Soon-young handed over a box of gourmet snacks and teas. “You deserve to treat yourself,” he grinned. “And food makes everything better.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Joshua laughed warmly.

Finally, Jeonghan and Seungcheol came forward together, sharing a conspiratorial glance. Jeonghan held up a keychain shaped like a tiny gavel. “From me, to symbolize your next steps as the baddest engineer-to-be with a good lawyer to make sure no one screws you over.”

Seungcheol stepped in. “And from me, a promise to always have your back—” he held up a card for unlimited access to the club whenever Joshua needed to blow off steam—“on the house.”

Joshua smiled through misty eyes, overwhelmed by the love surrounding him. “You guys are incredible. Thank you all so much.”

As everyone laughed and cheered, Jeonghan wrapped an arm around Joshua’s shoulders. “There’s one more gift to come. But knowing that person, they’re probably running fashionably late.”

Joshua’s heart raced a little—he knew exactly who Jeonghan was talking about. His thoughts flickered to Seokmin, wondering what kind of gift could come from him... or if something deeper awaited.

The club pulsed with energy as music filled the air and vibrant lights flashed rhythmically around the room. Joshua, Seungkwan, and Jeonghan led the group in a spirited round of karaoke-style singing to every upbeat song the DJ played. Drinks flowed freely, and laughter echoed off the walls. Seungcheol showed off ridiculous dance moves while Soon-young hyped him up, and Hansol spun Seungkwan around, earning cheers from the small but rowdy crowd.

Joshua felt light and carefree, a little tipsy but happy as he let go of the lingering weight of his recent experiences. He laughed when Jeonghan dramatically threw himself across the couch, declaring he needed a "fame break" and waved Seungcheol away with mock indignation.

As the doors to the club creaked open, a figure silhouetted against the hallway light stepped inside—Seokmin.

Joshua blinked a few times, processing what he saw, before a wide grin spread across his face. "Seokmin!" he yelled joyously, waving him over with exaggerated enthusiasm.

Seokmin laughed, taking in Joshua's flushed cheeks and slightly messed-up hair. “Someone's clearly having a good time,” he teased and pranced through the dancing crowd.

“Good time? Pfft. This-this is huge!” Joshua declared, his words slurring slightly. Without further ado, he pulled Seokmin by the wrist and dragged him to one of the quieter sections of the club overshadowed by the bar. “You have to hear this,” Joshua said emphatically, leaning against the wall for support, infuriously stomping his feet. Seokmin bears a patient smile. “I'm all ears, darling.”

He made hand gestures, now and then stopping for a sip of his drink. "I kissed a guy. Twice," Joshua started. Barely a glance before that but when it came, the pair of eyes locked directly with Seokmin's-an unhesitatingly raw honesty the alcohol managed to coerce out of him.

His head was nodding away as Seokmin took it in.

"But he wasn't you," Joshua finished softly, earnest despite the faintness of his voice. "And that-that mattered. A lot."

Seokmin's heart swelled with unfiltered sincerity. "You've gone through quite an odyssey," he said gently, brushing hair strands off Joshua's forehead. "But hey, you're home now."

As a result, Joshua leaned into the touch, slightly rosy in the face. "Glad you're here, too."

"Always," Seokmin said softly. He smiled widely and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away a faint smudge on Joshua's cheek.

Joshua chuckled, the tension melting away. “Is this your way of saying I’m a mess?”

“No, you’re perfect,” Seokmin assured him.

The music shifted to a slower song, and Seokmin held out a hand. “Come on, let's dance.”

Joshua took his hand, their fingers interlacing. As they swayed together to the music under the club’s soft lights, the noise of the world faded into the background. Their bond, though tested by time and distance, had endured—stronger and more certain than ever.

The club had quieted, the vibrant music fading to soft ambient beats. It was 3 a.m., and the group of friends, once brimming with energy, now lounged in happy exhaustion. Laughter still echoed faintly, but the alcohol was catching up to most of them, making eyelids heavy and words slower.

Seungcheol, Mingyu, and Seokmin stood together, sober and alert as they watched over their tipsy companions.

“Alright,” Seungcheol clapped his hands together, his voice cutting through the mellow hum. “Time to get everyone home in one piece.”

Mingyu grinned, pulling out his phone to arrange taxis. "Got one coming for Hansol and Seungkwan,” he said, glancing toward the pair leaning on each other, sharing giggles about something nonsensical.

“Soon-young and Jihoon too,” Seokmin added, waving to them as Soon-young dramatically pretended to faint against Jihoon’s shoulder, earning an eye roll from the quieter man.

“I’ve got Minghao and Jun,” Mingyu confirmed, as the duo dozed off on a couch, Jun’s head resting on Minghao’s shoulder.

“Taxis are all set,” Seungcheol announced.

Slowly, everyone made their way outside, jackets slung over shoulders and farewells exchanged. Hansol helped Seungkwan into the cab while Mingyu guided Jihoon and Soon-young.

“Be safe!” Jeonghan called, waving dramatically as the taxis pulled away.

As the street emptied, Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan and Joshua. “You two want to come back to my place? I’ve got enough space and a ready supply of hangover cures.”

Jeonghan nodded enthusiastically, but Joshua hesitated, glancing toward Seokmin. His body language was clear—he wasn’t ready to leave Seokmin’s side yet.

Seokmin caught the look and gave Seungcheol a small smile. “I’ll take him home to my place. He’ll be fine.”

“Better keep him hydrated,” Seungcheol teased, though his eyes softened. "Take care, Joshua."

Jeonghan pouted playfully at Seungcheol. “Wait, who’s taking care of me?”

Seungcheol slung an arm around him, pulling him close. “Always me, angel.”

Joshua smiled at the exchange but leaned more into Seokmin, the night's emotions wearing on him. “I’m ready if you are,” he murmured.

“Let’s go.” Seokmin adjusted Joshua’s jacket and led him toward his car.

The drive to Seokmin’s apartment was quiet, with only the hum of the tires on the road filling the space between them. Joshua leaned his head against the window, eyelids heavy but still open, taking in the passing city lights.

“You okay?” Seokmin asked softly, glancing over.

“Yeah... just thinking about everything.” Joshua sighed. “Tonight was really nice.”

“It was,” Seokmin agreed.

As they pulled up to Seokmin’s apartment, Joshua straightened up, brushing stray hair from his eyes. “Thanks for...you know, taking care of me.”

“Always,” Seokmin said, his voice warm.

Inside the apartment, the atmosphere was quiet and calming. Seokmin helped Joshua out of his jacket, guiding him gently to the couch.

“Want some water?” Seokmin asked.

Joshua nodded, watching as Seokmin moved efficiently around the kitchen. His heart felt full—not just from the night’s celebration, but from the sense of home he felt being with Seokmin.

When Seokmin returned with the glass, Joshua took it gratefully. “Seokmin...”

“Yeah?”

“I missed this. I missed you.”

Seokmin sat beside him, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I missed you too, pretty.”

Sleepy Joshua smiled, wearing Seokmin's side as he allowed the weight of the night to catch up with him.

A cool drag of fingertips, Joshua laid the glass of water on the coffee table. He turned to Seokmin again, eyes heavy with the emotion and raw intensity of the night. The air thickened between them, as they exchanged words left unspoken yet understood.

"I don't want to wait anymore," Joshua spoke in a soft tremor but firm determined voice. His gaze locked with that of Seokmin, unbroken.

Seokmin's eye softened and searched Joshua's face for any sign of indecision. Finding none, only longing and determination, he moved in just enough to close the gap between them. "Me, neither," Seokmin whispered back.

Joshua tilted his head and kissed Seokmin; it was a careful kiss that soon grew into more. The touch of their mouths was transformed by six months' worth of unspoken words and longing. Joshua maneuvered his hands down to grasp Seokmin's jaw, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and drew him nearer.

Seokmin matched his intention, bantering back with his arms around Joshua's waist, holding him steady as their lips moved together freely, exploring and tasting unabashedly. They kissed harder and hotter, each crashing of their mouths an unspoken declaration of all that they could never say aloud.

Joshua gasped softly when Seokmin moved closer, their bodies entwined, heat transmuting into a deep well to be drawn closer together. Seokmin's fingers laced into the tangle of Joshua's hair, holding him every bit in place as they continued, breathless and unyielding. This was messy, raw, and perfect; it was everything they had both been waiting for, their needs unmet at last.

Their kisses slowed only briefly, Seokmin resting his forehead against Joshua's, both panting softly. "You're not going anywhere this time," Seokmin whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

"I don't want to be anywhere but here," Joshua replied, his thumb tracing along Seokmin's jaw. The same silence which had come between them felt so profound as if the world outside had faded off. They lingered close; their foreheads touching, breaths mingling and just existing together in that moment-no distance, no uncertainty: only them.

The breath between them mingled in the dim light of the room, each set of eyes locked upon the other with some passionate intensity. Joshua's lips quirked to a soft smile, his thumb brushing Seokmin's cheek.

 "I missed this," he whispered, voice tender yet edged with need. Seokmin traced slow patterns upon Joshua's back with fingertips, his will melting under the impalpable weight of mutual desire between them.

"Me too," he murmured, brushing his lips with Joshua's in astoundingly feather-light and yet painful last answer to that kiss before he added sweetness.

The kiss quickly became more urgent, years of tension and recent separation dissolving in the heat between them. Joshua's fingers tugged at Seokmin’s shirt, sliding over familiar muscles as he sought to close any lingering gap between them. The fabric fell away, forgotten, followed by Joshua’s own, leaving nothing but skin pressed against skin.

Every touch became a wordless conversation—a declaration of devotion, a plea for more, a reassurance of love unspoken yet understood. Joshua gasped as Seokmin's lips found his neck, teeth grazing tender skin before soft kisses soothed the mark. Hands roamed freely, each caress stoking the embers of their passion into a consuming flame.

They moved together instinctively, bodies aligning as they stumbled toward the bedroom. The world narrowed to the warmth of their embrace and the symphony of whispered names and breathless sighs. Seokmin gently guided Joshua onto the bed, their movements slowing only slightly as they mapped familiar territory rediscovered anew.

"Are you okay?" Seokmin's voice was hoarse but filled with care.

Joshua nodded, eyes gleaming with certainty. "I want this. I want you."

What followed was a dance of intimacy and trust, every motion deliberate, every breath shared. Their connection transcended the physical, steeped in the love and respect they had nurtured over time. The night stretched on, their bond reaffirmed with every kiss, every murmur of affection, and every beat of their hearts intertwined.

As the early dawn light crept into the room, they lay entwined, limbs tangled and hearts full. Joshua traced lazy circles on Seokmin’s chest, a soft contentment settling over them. "This is where I want to stay," Joshua said quietly, his words heavy with meaning.

Seokmin smiled, pressing a kiss to Joshua’s temple. "Right here," he agreed. "Always."