chan: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.
Minho: Don’t worry, I still have a few knives up my sleeves.
Changbin: Don’t you mean cards?
Chan: He did not.
Minho, pulling out knives: I did not.
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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