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"Have you gotten a call back?"

"Yunho." Seonghwa warned, glancing up from where he'd been vigorously stirring his bowl of ramen, glasses fogged over from the steam.

Yunho shrugged, eyes wide with innocence. "What? I'm just asking."

"No, I haven't gotten a call back." San deadpanned, the kitten in his lap being the only thing keeping him from leaning across the couch and wrapping his hands around Yunho's throat.

"I haven't gotten a call back since the last time you asked me if I'd gotten a call back twenty minutes ago."

His voice came out as a growl, a glare forming, and San could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, sitting there scowling like an old man while Wooyoung's kitten nuzzled against his chest.

It was already bad enough having to wait for a phone call about a potential producing job, the last thing San wanted was his friends blowing more smoke up his ass.

"I'm being thorough." Yunho assured him around a mouthful of noodles, clinking his chopsticks together.

"You're being annoying-"

"Guys, come on." Seonghwa sighed, elbowing Yunho in the ribcage. "We're trying to have a nice night, don't ruin it."

San scoffed. "It was ruined the second you chose for us to watch The Notebook, Seonghwa." He grumbled, flinching when Seonghwa nearly propelled himself off the couch just to turn and look at him.

"This is a classic!" Seonghwa defended, looking genuinely hurt.

San stared at him for a long while, clutching the kitten to his chest.

He couldn't help but burst out laughing when the moment of silence dragged on.

"It's glorified abuse wrapped in a pretty bow."

"It's beautiful!"

"It's repulsive!" He giggled manically, aghast that he was even having to explain the monstrosity that was The Notebook, but Seonghwa's cheeks had already started to flame and San knew he couldn't stop there. "And the only reason you're blinded by this fact is because you think Ryan Gosling's hot. He's like, your type or some shit."

"He's what now?" Yunho squeaked, panic rushing into Seonghwa fast and hot, soft eyes widening much to San's amusement.

Wooyoung really couldn't have picked a better time to walk in.

"Wooyoung! Thank god you're here. Please tell San over here why The Notebook is a cinematic masterpiece." Seonghwa greeted his friend eagerly, flashing a desperate smile as Yunho continued to look confused.

San turned to the man at the door, sarcastic when he mumbled, "yes, please do."

Wooyoung kicked his sandals off by the door without answering, dark hair brushed back into a backwards cap that made his ears poke out adorably.

San bit his lip at the sight of him, never prepared for the power Wooyoung had over him, even now.

It was really fucking unfortunate actually.