“What are you doing?” murmurs the sleepy man. His friend replies with a simple, “Getting a quick breakfast together.”
Yixing watches as Jongin spreads cream cheese across the bagel, wrinkling his noise in distaste. “Couldn’t have gotten the blueberry kind, could you?” Jongin just laughs.
Tears dripped down Yixing’s cheek. He wanted it to work with Sehun, but alas, they already found love in their lives. It couldn’t be with each other, no matter how much they wanted it to be as such. No matter how many times they made love, they couldn’t actually have the sense of what it all was supposed to have meant.