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"Mum called," Yuta said, greeting Sicheng, who had just returned from college, with a kiss, "Ji-ah and Ji-hoon had their house searched, and they found those pictures. The CCTV footage proved to be useful too. They were arrested immediately, Ji-ah sentenced to three years in prison and Ji-hoon to seven years. Dad's assigned to one year of community service since he backed down later, plus a fine of one hundred thousand won. How was college?"
"Nightmare, a total nightmare." Sicheng muttered, throwing his bag on the couch and cuddling into Yuta, who was cooking. "Mmm...that smells so good. When are you heading to the café?"
The older checked the clock on the wall, "In about an hour. My shift starts at four and ends at eight."
Sicheng hugged Yuta tighter, his head resting in the crook of the older's shoulder. "I'm tired..." the younger mumbled against the older's skin, "Can't you just skip today? We can cuddle then..."
Yuta giggled at the ticklish feeling, "No Petal! It's my first day at work, skipping will put a bad impression on Taeilhyung!"
"But I wanna cuddle, Yuta..." He whined, his hands still around the older's waist.
The Japanese chuckled as he turned off the stove. He turned around in Sicheng's arms, now his arms around the younger's slim waist, "How about we"
Kiss.
"Have dinner"
Kiss.
"After my"
Kiss.
"Shift ends?"
Kiss.
The Chinese hummed, a content look on his face after receiving affection from his boyfriend.
"Good," Yuta booped their noses together, making them both giggle, "Now have some food, while I go and get ready."
"Can I go with you? I wanna visit Ten."
"Yep, yep. Be quick," Yuta advised, ruffling the younger's hair in the process.
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"Principal Lee's stupid. What did you honestly expect from him?"
"I don't know," Sicheng shrugged, "To...to maybe understand that we love each other and not fire Yuta?"
"Nah," Ten answered, examining his hands, "Stupid people don't understand that. Hey, aren't my hands pretty?"
The taller made a face, "What's with you and hands? You've been droning on and on about Johnny's hands lately."
