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chan wyd
jeongin ur mom
mingo crying
hyunjin why?
mingo my pet fish died lol
hyunjin wtf
changbin why is that funny?
mingo bc i thought it drowned
mingo it didnt it died
chan oh
lix my fish died
lix then my brother threw it away
seungmin u put it in a black plastic bag he probably thought it was trash
lix yh but it was mean
jisung i could squish ur cheeks
lix no u cant
lix plus u dont know what i look like
hyunjin send a pic 🤩
seungmin lix do i have permission to send a sexc pic of u
lix no
jisung ur hot
lix you have never seen me but ik
jeongin self confidence
hyunjin how did you get it
lix fake it till u make it ig
hyunjin oh
lix welp
lix im going
mingo where r u going?
lix somewhere
chan ah yes
changbin why does it sound like ur gonna do drugs
lix bc i am
jeongin well then
lix 🤩 bye whores
minho giggled, gently poking the side of chans shoulder with his pencil, "what do you call a fast potato?" the male shifted in his seat before sighing.
"can you do the work please?"
"will you get me ice cream after?" chan hummed, tapping a finger against his head in a rhythmic pattern. his feet hooked around the legs of the chair in a way that seemed painful, he tuned out the sounds of his friend talking and stared at the paper in front of him. the work wasn't hard, it was simple but he couldn't figure it out. placing his pencil down chan stood up, turning to his friend.
"what flavor ice cream do you want, i'll get it on my way to the post office." minho knitted his brows, holding out a few notes.
"why are you going to the post office?" chan chuckled, not responding only smiling, "i'll have strawberry please." he watched as the blonde twisted and walked away, not even sparing a glance at the money in his hand. he crumpled them, shoving them into his bag as he gently hummed along to the music that was playing. he scanned across the multiple notes he had made none of them made sense so he figured he would use chans.
he picked up the notebook, flicking through the pages stopping on a page that had no significance to what he was doing. he faltered as he read over the words, his eyes stayed glued to the paper as he read the writing over and over again. there wasn't much to read, it was a mere sentence but it had a huge impact on minhos life.
