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“That was a date, right?” Jungwon asks, slumped on his bed.




“Don’t be dense,” Sunoo says, because he’s perpetually unhelpful.




“Shut up. I hate you.”


“I don’t even know why you have to ask. You’re so stupid.”




Jungwon just sighs loudly into his pillow. “He was about to kiss me, right? Did I read that wrong?”




Sunoo rolls his eyes so hard Jungwon thinks they might fall into the back of his head. “You fucking tell me. I wasn’t there.”




“I just don’t know, though…” Jungwon whines, dragging the last syllable out for dramatic effect.




“Your problem,” Sunoo says with a shrug. Jungwon squeezes his eyes shut and shoves his face into the sheets in an attempt to resist the urge to make an absolutely scathing comment about Sunoo’s bad hair dye job.




“Fuck you.”

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