It was 1am, the lights were dim and Wonbin was clutching at Anton’s side. One arm was around Wonbin while the other was under his own head. He was lost in thought. He didn’t even have any clothes on right now.

He remembered as Yushi was the one in his arms, those old times. The good times. He didn’t love wonbin, he couldn’t. He was still stuck on Yushi. But Yushi was happy in a relationship with his new bf, and Wonbin was a total sweetheart. “Fuck this, man..” he mumbled quiet, only audible to himself.