"We love you," Doyun said. "For the record."
Jisoo looked at him.
Something moved in his face and then went still.
"I know," he said.
"I mean it." Doyun held his gaze. "Whatever happened with the monitor. Whatever they did. They did not take that night from you. That note was yours."
Jisoo looked at his food.
A beat.
Then he nodded. Once. Small. Real.
And then Doyun grabbed him.
Full arm around his shoulders, pulling him sideways, messing up his hair with his free hand.
"THAT IS MY BABY," Doyun announced to the room.
"Doyun hyung—"
"LOOK AT HIM."
"I am right here—"
"HE HELD A NOTE WITH A BUSTED EAR ON LIVE NATIONAL TELEVISION—"
"Doyun hyung, let go—"
"AND DID NOT EVEN FLINCH—"
Jisoo tried to pull away. Doyun pulled him back and pressed a loud kiss to the top of his head.
Jisoo made a sound of complete horror.
"Pfft."
It started as that. Small and surprised, the kind that came out before you could stop it.
Then it broke open.
"Hahahahahahaha."
