as straight as a piece of spaghetti

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but first, let me go on my wayi'll deal with the worries at the next crossroadsuntil then, stop looking next to youmy pace/stray kids

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but first, let me go on my way
i'll deal with the worries at the next crossroads
until then, stop looking next to you
my pace/stray kids

but first, let me go on my wayi'll deal with the worries at the next crossroadsuntil then, stop looking next to youmy pace/stray kids

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"Are you coming tonight?"

Silence.

"Wait. Really?"

Silence.

"You really managed to convince him?"

Silence.

"That's amazing, A! I'm sure he'll enjoy himself"

Silence.

"Aww, that's too bad. I've never hung out with him, I was kinda looking forward to both of them coming"

Silence.

"Taeyong! Get off the phone and put a jacket on! Your twig arms would get cold in 35 degrees" Johnny's voice was loud enough to be heard from the other side of the house, his laugh was even louder. All of the others, with their ears perked, wished they could throw a shoe at the tall boy for disrupting their listening.

"Sorry. Gotta go"

He hung up.

Groans filled the room. "What?" Taeyong laughed as he sat back down on the couch. Doyoung rolled his eyes, "You. Your phone. And, whoever the hell A is" he said as if it was obvious, which it kind of was.

"Hyung, who is A?" Mark asked excitedly, his legs tapping on the ground slightly. "A friend" the elder replied, pinching Mark's cheeks, gaining a loud, squeaky whine.

"Is this friend a girl?"

"Would it be less possible to be a romantic relationship if it were a male, Jung Jaehyun?"

"Well, Kim Doyoung. Taeyong has before told me that he is, and I quote, 'as straight as a piece of spaghetti'"

"And you know what, Jaehyun?"

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