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He looked for clues— nothing!

"Why would she make all of us go through this ordeal? What is the reason behind this?" He did not even know who he was so scared— of the truth, "Please Minnie, tell me everything you know…"

"I don't know anything Eve, please trust me," Minhyuk spoke, calculated, "After I had registered the words of the letters in my mind, I could only think of someone like you. And the day I met you…Eve, I have been in love with you forever, even before I had seen you. . ."

"Minnie! Where did you get these from? Who gave them to you?"

"Can you please calm down, first?" Minhyuk interrupted Sehun, with a stilted, mangled laugh, "I can certainly help you, but I won't reveal anything. If I do, you won't reach the truth."

Sehun seemed to look right through Minhyuk— he knew what Minhyuk meant. 

"Compose yourself, Eve. That is your asset," he shoved his slim fingers, tousling Sehun's mangled ravelled streaks. 

"Minnie, I think you are right! I see an address at the top left corner," Sehun chirped, the disappointment betrayed. Minnie, would you mind if I ask for the keys to your motorbike?"

Caressing the younger's now broken cheeks, Minhyuk's demeanour adapted to a caring elder, "Eve, it is already getting dark outside. You are not going anywhere alone!!" 

"Then…you come with me, please."

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The weight of her secret had started to become too much to bear. She fidgeted nervously with the spoon in her hand, twirling it around on the tablecloth.

"Kiara? Is everything okay?" asked Chris, noticing the unease in her brown eyes.

"Chris…"

The man's brow furrowed in concern. "You must not have invited me over a cup of coffee only to sit in silence?"

"Chris, you were late," the woman's eyes shifted away, the beverages sat untouched. 

"About that…" he could not come up with an immediate pardon, thus remaining uncertain instead, "I was busy. I am sorry."

"I am sorry Chris. I never meant to hurt you," she avowed, "I never meant to humiliate you the way I did."

"Don't worry. I already knew that!!" Chris gave the woman's palm put forth a steadfast squeeze, gentle nonetheless. 

Kiara sat fidgeting, across from Chris, the weight of her dark secret crushing her soul— unsure if she was ever brave enough to reveal her truth.

"Kiara? What's wrong?" Chris asked again. "Please don't keep anything from me. I know this is something serious, but you have to trust me, Kiara!!"

Tears welled in Kiara's eyes, her voice shook, curbing to be nothing more than a whisper, "I- I- Chris I am diagnosed with HIV."

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"Wooshik, you know that Sehun is irresistible," Minhyuk tipped his head, a provocative smirk highlighting Minhyuk's handsome features, "Look at us," he gazed affectionately at Sehun. 

Minhyuk was inches away from making the ultimate advance— Minhyuk drew closer, the bluehead's fanning smothering on his face, warm and inviting. His hands seized Sehun's diffident, effortlessly fitting waist. Sehun's mind was screaming at him to pull away, to run, but his body remained rooted to the spot.

Minhyuk's lips demanded for only one more second to be on Sehun's— Wooshik, who had been standing at the threshold all while, guarding the door sill, swept the youngest away from Minhyuk's arms, taking Sehun in his own. 

"Captain…"

Notwithstanding the moment Sehun needed to realise what was happening, Wooshik fastened the other against door, his own lips only millimetres away— until they weren't anymore. . .

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