As the evening settled in, Haeun found himself curled up on the couch with Suho, who was enthusiastically showing off his latest drawing. It was a colorful mess of crayon strokes, but in the center was a figure that was clearly supposed to be Haeun, standing beside a much taller figure—Yeongsoo.
"This is you," Suho explained, pointing at the smaller figure. "And this is Yeongsoo hyung. And this—" He gestured to a little scribble between them. "This is mini Mino!"
Haeun's heart clenched at the sight. "Mini Mino?"
"That's what I'm calling the baby," Suho said matter-of-factly. "Because I don't know their name yet."
Yeongsoo, who had just walked in with a glass of water for Haeun, chuckled. "Mini Mino, huh? That's cute."
Haeun felt warmth spread through him as he ran a hand over Suho's hair. "It's perfect."
Suho grinned proudly, then suddenly yawned. His energy was finally wearing out.