mingi walked through the apartment complex, looking for number 502 — yunho’s place — his cheekbone split and arms mottled with bruises.

he hasn’t spoken to yunho in ages — nine months, to be specific (they’re both really busy) — but it’s not like it made them any less close.

working for a small crime boss isn’t easy. It was a lot more work than he’d ever signed up for. One day he was living a somewhat peaceful life, and the next he was fighting people in back alleys and running drugs across town.

he found yunho’s home and knocked on the door, expecting to see his best friend, only to see a woman behind the door holding a baby in her arms. a beautiful woman, yes, but that’s not yunho?! and a baby? yunho had never mentioned a girlfriend, let alone a child.

mingi looked at the apartment number besides the door. 502– yup, this definitely is yunho’s place.

“um. is yunho here?” mingi asked tentatively, looking behind the woman for any hint of the familiar face he’d been dying to see.

however, instead of finding yunho’s face inside, he saw baby shoe, his leather jacket and a few baby toys lying around.. um. weird didn’t even begin to cover it. nine months, baby shoes and toys at yunho’s place. yunho hasn’t just been busy.