utter indulgence

"You're making a what now?" Jisung asks incredulously over coffee, in a quaint little place that felt vaguely familiar to Minho. He sighs deeply before responding.

"A letter," Minho replies firmly. "For Seungmin. Anniversary gift. I need your help because I suck at words."

Jisung looks around the surroundings, as if he's considering something. The next time he speaks, there's a teasing tone to it. "You do realize this is the same exact café where you told me you wanted to divorce him, right?"

Minho's jaw dropped at the mention of the info, the utter irony of how things worked out between him and Seungmin hitting him like freshly-pouring hail. "Really? That's ridiculous."

Jisung could only smirk. "Told you he was pretty nice."

Minho couldn't even mask the smitten look on his face—an expression he doesn't let his face contort into quite often—as he thinks fondly about his and Seungmin's journey into the love they both now inexplicably share. The smile on his face is unwavering as he says, with a sweetness so uncharacteristic, "Yes. Yes he is."

- Minho wants to surprise Seungmin. The answer comes in a love letter.