"...are you sure? What if I'm not nice about it? What if I've already run through all the graciousness I have?" Mingyu murmured, a lightness to his voice in spite of the weight of his words. He tugged Fox along, still a few blocks from his place.

It was a beautiful night. Mingyu barely noticed, so preoccupied with Fox, but the skies were clear, the air was crisp⁠—

"What if I say you can't take it back...? That if you promise me everything, I'll take it all."