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"You were quite busy while I was gone" Minho joked, smiling slightly. Chan looked at him, leaning back against the car. His gaze then shifted to the group sitting on the terrace of the mansion.
"I've been building this gang with them for years; they're closer to me than anyone else" He replied, shoving his hands into pockets. Minho looked at him, this time for real. At the man he'd become during these ten years apart. The leader of the gang, yet still full of warmth, as if he were still the teenager Minho had met years ago. He was glad to see him, yet his chest tightened at the unpleasant thought.
"Did you fuck them?"
"What?"
"You heard."
"Yes, from time to time. Minho, you disappeared for ten years."
Minho remained silent after hearing the answer. He knew he had no right to feel bad about it. They had never been together, not as more than friends. Chan extended his hand, and Minho took it, allowing him to pull him closer. They gazed into each other's eyes in silence for a long moment.
"They all became my family, but you, Minho... You are my home. Everything I need.
