Changmin used his fork to poke at his overpriced pasta and sized up the pair in front of him. The girl sitting next to Yunho now fit the exact mold of woman that Yunho had been dating for the past two years: soft jawline, pale skin, fake blonde hair that never went past the shoulders, plump pink lips, and most of all, startlingly large eyes. Yunho didn't realize the connection and it broke Changmin's heart.
He waited until she excused herself to the bathroom before speaking. "We're worried about you, Yunho."
Yunho sighed in restrained exasperation and smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring. Changmin could barely see it under the dim lighting of the restaurant.
"Worried about what?" There was nothing for them to be worried over. He was fine.
Everything was fine.
"You know what. You hardly keep in touch with us anymore. Junsu says he hasn't seen you in months. Jaejoong misses you."
Yunho's hand tightened around his wine glass. Changmin pretended not to notice.
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OMG I BARELY MANAGED TO WRITE ANYTHING. MAN, I FRIDGIN' SUCK.
