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The times where he'd leave his stuff in places that never make sense. Likes his wallet next to the stove when his keys are on a hook in the bathroom.

And he's been like this ever since they met. Excitable, precious Jisung, whose brain runs too fast for him sometimes. Minho was a pretty observant person. So he developed an acute tuning to Jisung's... brain. He knew when it was full of TV static or when it was running a mile an hour. Minho could always tell when a new interest was coming up, because his eyes as he was talking about it were sparkling. A new idea, a food he just had for the first time, a game he just downloaded. Over at the dinner table, he would just talk, on and on.

And he listened.

Minho was not big on loving openly. Outwardly. So over the years, he had started doing little things.

Like putting back Jisung's misplaced items he found, more easily in view so he wouldn't have to search for them in a panic when the time comes. Minho wouldn't bring them back to him directly, he's just wait until Jisung asked and the he'd say he forgot them on the counter.

Like texting him something irrelevant so that he'd look up from his laptop and realize how hungry or thirsty he actually was, making him at best get up to get a snack or at worst get a sip of water.

Like hovering nearby when Jisung started on chores he had procrastinated on. Just to be here, exist in the same space. As a silent support.

Nothing too noticeable. Nothing that would hint at him keeping track of what Jisung's favorite game right now was about, or the name of that band he had been putting on loop for a week. He had tried different approach to all of this and kept the ones that seemed to work best.

But eventually, the texts to make him get up and get a snack, were starting to lose their power. He would just look at the screen and smile, sometimes even just ignoring the notification. That wouldn't do. He had to change plans. Minho was more of a cooker than a baker. That was Felix's job. Yet the only idea he had to get Jisung out of his brain —to finally feed himself— was cheesecake. He could never resist cheesecake. So he got to work. It wasn't too hard. Could he have done better? Probably. Could he have gone outside to buy some ? Yes, but it was not the same.

So he hoped that the simple 'Cheesecake?' message to Jisung, would be enough. And suddenly he heard the other barreling out of his room, through the corridor and into the kitchen.

"I heard cheesecake!" Jisung chanted, a huge smile on his face.

Minho gestured to the kitchen counter, to a simple cheesecake whose crust was a little… crooked. But if a comment were to be made on that, Minho would promptly ignore it.

Han hummed contentedly and got closer, examining the cake. The crust was too thick to be from that shop next to the company. Maybe somewhere else then? He looked around and couldn't see the box it must have came in.

"Where did you buy it?"

"… I made it."

The world stopped. Just for the second and half it took Jisung's neurons to make the connection. Minho baked a cheesecake. But he doesn't even like cheesecakes that much. So it was… just for Jisung, then? Oh.

"You baked a cheesecake?" Jisung asked. He wanted to be sure he heard that right.

"Yes, that's what I said."

"For me?"

Minho crossed his arms. Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Yes. For Jisung. But like hell he was going to admit it like that.

"You haven't eaten anything since this morning." He goes for another approach.

"How do you know?"

Damn it. The situation was slipping in a direction he had not anticipated. He decided not to answer.

"So you noticed I didn't eat and you made me a cheesecake?"

No comment.

"Wait… Did you also put my headphones back on my desk a few times? I thought I was going insane."

"Shut up and eat." Minho defended and began walking out of the kitchen to try and escape the situation.

"He loves me." Han dramatically said, teasingly.

Minho left and down the hallway to his room, he noticed Jisung's abandoned water bottle on a shelf. Empty. Automatically, he went to fill it back up at the bathroom sink and put it back exactly where it was. He didn't even really think about it.

Not until Jisung came back from the kitchen, all smiles. He thanked Minho for the treat, all cutely before turning back to go to his room. He then noticed his water bottle on the shelf.

"Oh right ! I needed to re-" He took the full water bottle. A pause. "-fill. Did you refill my water bottle?" Jisung asked now with more genuine surprise.

"No..?" Minho tried. He wasn't even convincing himself with that one.

"Oh he love loves me!" Han cheered.

He abandoned the bottle again and went back to stand at the threshold to Minho's room. Like an ominous presence. Minho ignored him, sitting on his bed, phone in hand. Jisung stepped inside, and stood right next to him. Minho looked up from his phone and was greeted with a huge smile. And those sparkling eyes he loved so much.

"I love you too~" Jisung cooed.

He leaned down to plant a loud kiss on Minho's hair, before skipping out of the bedroom.

Minho had been found out.

Damn it.

When he became a trainee, he said goodbye to Australia and to its starry sky with it. He had taken it for granted back then. The stars being always with him. He couldn't see any from Seoul. The city too luminous, and eating away at the night like a voracious beast. Even when one of the bright stars peeked through — It was from a different sky. Even if he could see them, he'd recognize no shapes he was familiar with, their light from far away like strangers to him.

Out of all the trips they made over the years, Jeju would always be his favorite. Simply because it was the first time he saw the stars again after so long. Like meeting back with an old friend you lost contact with and haven't seen for years, only to be hit by a wave of comfort over the fact that they barely changed. Maybe those stars were strangers to him, but he'd get to know them, just like he did back then. And the feeling he had gotten then when he saw the lights above, as the sun was setting, was something he'd never forget. Like coming back home. Finally. He was home. Under this blanket of stars, that's where he had his best memories. Remembering the countless night he stayed listening to the waves crashing on the shore, his only companions being the stars above.

Now, it was easy for him to recognize a few northern constellations and stars too. Orion, and Cassiopeia, Vega, Deneb and Altair. He'd been with the northern sky longer than he had been with the southern one. But surprisingly, it left him with the same sense of peace. Watching them slowly cross the sky as the planet rotated, whether they were from the south or the north. Never changing. But he knew not to take them for granted anymore. He cherished each time.

So, when he reopened his eyes to be met with the ocean of lights in front of him, slowly swaying, he felt the same sense of peace. Deep founded in his soul, sating this need for comfort. This yearning for lights above him always guiding him in the dark. As he held hands with Felix on his right and Seungmin on his left, the stage light dimming, he looked at the constellations and stars around him. Each of them. He had spent the last years getting to know them as well. And maybe, just maybe, if he was asked which night sky he prefers, he'd probably answer this one. The one they created. The one he worked so hard to make, just to fill this hole in his soul.

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Zayne

Zayne probably knows you're sick before you even do. He sees your sluggish demeanor and hear you cough once and he's already near you with a glass of water, telling you to take the day off.

"I'm fine, just slept badly, I'll be better after a shower." You say, sitting in the kitchen while he comes back from the bathroom.

"No you won't. Now, stay still."

He takes the thermometer to your forehead, holding your face gently and you obediently stay in place, a slight pout on your lips. The beep is heard soon enough and you look up. A slight frown is on his face and you know you're not about to step out of the house today.

He prepares everything for you before he has to leave to work, not being able to postpone an important surgery to stay a bit more with you.

"And don't take more than 1200mg a day, that's a dose every 4 hours. If it's really bad you alternate between paracetamol and ibuprofen. Don't forget to drink a lot and don't-"

"I'll be fine Doctor. Don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry? I hate leaving you like this." His voice was unbelievably soft as he confessed this.

When he came back home that night you were curled up on the couch, a series aimlessly playing on the TV while you slept like a baby, an almost empty mug of tea on the table in front of you. He knew it was a bad idea and you were probably contagious but he couldn't help lay a small kiss on your forehead.

Xavier

He makes you go back to sleep immediately. You tell him you don't feel too good and you're immediately yanked back on the bed with him. He's not holding you too close, just a hand around your forearm as to not make you hotter than you already are.

"Xav this is not a good idea you're going to catch my cold." You protest weakly feeling your muscles relax into the bed.

"Then we'll be sick together, that way we can nap all day to recover."

You're too tired to argue as your head is feeling 3 times heavier than it should be. You feel a chill running down your arm and snuggle close to him, seeking warmth when you probably shouldn't. He welcomes you in his arm anyway, not being able to resist you.

Rafayel

Rafayel knew exactly what would make you feel better. A bath. With how much you're shivering, a nice warm bath will fix you right up. He urges you to stay right where you are until he finishes preparing everything.

When you enter the bathroom at his cue you're hit with the sweet smell of coconut and the gentle steam of the hot water. Suddenly you can't wait to get in there.

When you dip your foot into the water you exhale a breath you didn't know you where holding.

"How the temperature?"

"It's perfect" You assure. "Oh I will spend the afternoon in here if you don't get me out eventually."

"The water will turn cold."

"You can heat it back up, can't you?"

"I could but then what am I going to do when you're all withered away like a prune?"

You weakly hit his arm and chuckle as you settle deeper into the water. He leaves to cook you something and even if he prefers his baths cold he'll join you in a heartbeat when you ask.

Sylus

You go through another coughing fit and feel your throat dry up. You look beside you and see the glass of water is empty. You grumble and get up, your legs weak against the strenuous effort.

When Sylus walks face to face with you on your way to the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Why are you here aren't you supposed to be on bed rest?"

"I just needed water." You mumble.

He takes the glass out of your hands before you can protest and walks you back to the bedroom a gentle hand on your back guiding and anchoring you.

"Just call me if you need anything kitten. Your only job is to rest."

"I can get my own water."

"I don't doubt that, but now you don't have to anymore, how great is that?" He declared as you climb back in bed. "Anything else, sweetie?"

"Can I have a cold towel? My head is killing me."

He nods and leaves you for a total of 3 minutes before he's back with a tray of fruits, a mug of herbal tea, medication and a cold towel. He stays with you until you eventually fall asleep.

Caleb

Caleb walks home one day to hear you coughing up a lung. He rushed home as soon as he could when he received your text saying you weren't feeling too good and you wouldn't be able to go to the dinner you two had planned.

He didn't care about the dinner. He rushed to your bedside and sat on the edge.

"How are you feeling, pips?"

"I've definitely been worse." You say weakly.

"I've brought medication and a bucket just in case. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

He looks like a kicked puppy desperately trying to help but not knowing how. Your gaze soften and you smile at him.

"Just stay with me? Please." You ask sighing as the headache medication finally starts working on your throbbing migraine. "Tell me about your day."

Changbin chuckled. He stretched his arm above his head with a groan, and Seungmin glanced at his notes — he was doing math too, but his was more letters than numbers, at this point. It was like black magic to him.

"You have your game next Tuesday, right ? 3pm?" Changbin asked. Seungmin simply nodded.

He turned to face Seungmin fully. They were in their shared living room, sitting on the floor, at the coffee table, studying for their finals. Seungmin's eyes were tired but he had a small smile, an air of comfort around him. Changbin's shoulder sagged with the familiarity.

"I know you're gonna do great."

"I wish you could be there."

A simple sentence. And Seungmin meant it. Really bad. He didn't usually say things like this, not this way. But he was tired and stressed and sue him - he loved Changbin. His best friend, and, very recently made, boyfriend. He would tease him and nag him and annoy him, and Changbin would give it back twice as much.

But when they were tired, brains and nerves raw, it was softer. And warmer. And Seungmin just wanted one thing. For his boyfriend to be here for his last game. The big one. But he had his algebra exam at the same moment.

"I know… I'll try to be."

"If you cut your exam short just for me I swear to god-"

"You know I would never." Changbin cut him. "I love you, but I love math just a little bit more." He joked and laughed.

Seungmin joined in, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Come on let's go get dinner."

Changbin decided then that he loved Seungmin more than math.

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Next Tuesday, 2:30pm, Seungmin was training with his teammates, discussing how they would proceed, who would pitch first, etc. He kept looking at the bleachers slowly filling up, with that pang of sadness he couldn't let go.

When came his turn to pitch, he kept looking behind the catcher, towards the bleachers hoping to see Changbin — even if he would knew he wouldn't. The game had been running for an hour and a half. Changbin would be done in roughly 30 minutes. Seungmin sighed and got into position. One last glance.

And he was there, running in, the team letting him go through to the front. Seungmin's heart burst in his chest, the sadness suddenly replaced in a rush by something thicker and sweeter.

And when they won, Seungmin ran towards Changbin, who easily caught him before kissing his lips with a smile.