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tuesday

"hey-hyung!"

"yes?"

"do me a favor?

"what is it?"

"give me your number."

the elder looked slightly down to the boy who looked back up at him from where he was on the first floor. the smile the other showed was too good to reject. he chuckled to himself.

"it isn't that easy, you know. you can't just waltz in here and demand a man for his number."

"then i'll do whatever i have to do to get more closer to you."

jin couldn't help but let the heat settle on the tip of his ears.

"you sly dog, it's still a no."

"shit."

"language!"

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