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「 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ 𖹭 ⁶,⁸³⁴」

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‎i'm a sucker for tropes but with gender role swapping
does that make sense

you'll see what i mean

also i'm sorry this chapter isnt as long as the previous ones....but i think you'll really like this one..
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❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓...
𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅,
𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞

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"What do you mean you haven't seen it? Not even like, little clips of it?"

"I don't even know what the plot of the series is really."

"I don't believe you."

"Why would I lie about not having watched a 90s American Sitcom?"

"Because you're CIA."

"...That makes sense."

Chan let out a disappointed sigh for dramatic effect as I stood to my feet in my baggy paint-splattered overalls, and I gave him a pointed look.

"Unacceptable," he deemed upon me, to which I let out a disbelieving scoff.

Chan raised his brows at me as if to tell me to double-check my attitude- although said attitude was clearly an act- and I wasn't sure if he realized how much of an effect he had in his current attire. Part of me had to imagine that he had at least some idea of how most of us girls were whipped for the whole slacks and button-down with the rolled-up sleeves thing; on the other hand, he probably didn't choose his own wardrobe for his shoot today, in which case it was his stylist to whom I needed to write a strongly worded email.

"Let's watch it," Chan shrugged as he gestured to my television, his tone of voice lightly challenging, keeping up the amusing banter.

My stomach twisted a little and I tried to not let my eyes noticeably widen in shock at what he was suggesting. After we had cleared things up- and he evilly and happily danced along the borderline between teasing me and not teasing me about my drunken video call- we had naturally fallen into a conversation about nothing necessarily important, as we usually did, and he mentioned he didn't need to meet back up with the members tonight. Never in a million years, though, did I expect him to casually suggest we watch a TV series. Together. At my house. With me.

Doing my best to shield my inner self from tragically dying at the hands of Bangchan's insinuations, I simply rested both hands on either hip before responding. "Chan, watching a series is like a black hole. Once you get sucked in, there is no possibility of coming back out."

"We can watch just one episode. If you don't like it, we'll watch something else," Chan laughed as he leaned forward, gazing steadily at me with eyes crinkled in merriment. "But if you do like it, we'll marathon."