dad jokes //// sulay

forty.

"alright, we got it," mark told junmyeon excitedly, "i didn't even have to mention the cash offer part."

"oh really? great," junmyeon smiled, "so, was there a bidding war?"

"no, the other guy revoked his offer, believe it or not," mark said, "lucky, right? we can keep it at 300k as planned."

junmyeon frowned, turning to look at where yixing and jackson had been standing. but he only saw yixing leaving, holding the door open for jackson. they made eye contact for a fleeting second. but yixing broke it, walking out the door without so much as a smile.

"yeah, real lucky," junmyeon said, turning back to his friends and smiling, "are you both busy christmas? family plans?"

"nah, my family's in thailand," bambam said. mark nodded.

"yeah, mine's back in america," mark said, "i only moved here because my boyfriend and i got a better offer for another real estate company."

"didn't know you were dating," bambam said. mark said, pointing to the door.

"yeah, jackson. he just left, but you both saw him," mark said, "we get competitive with selling, which is why we probably didn't seem like we were dating."

"oh, that's cool," junmyeon nodded, "handsome."

"i know, right?" mark smiled, "anyways, what were you saying about christmas?"

"well, i wanna bring anson here for it. i was thinking maybe you both could join us, and you could bring jackson if you want," junmyeon said, "you know, a small little celebratory party here."

"seems fun, i'm in," bambam nodded.

"jackson should agree, since he's chinese and misses authentic chinese food, and we didn't have any plans anyways so we should be good," mark nodded, "so yeah, i'm down, but i'll call you to confirm."

"okay, great," junmyeon smiled, "oh, and a couple of my other friends will be here. jongdae, minseok, sehun. my mom and dad, siblings and such. and of course anson and jaemin."

"oh, okay," bambam nodded, "i'm fine with that. always down to meet new people, see if any of them want to renovate their homes."

"cool," junmyeon said.

"well, bambam, junmyeon, i gotta go," mark said, pulling a contract out from his bag, "this is just to confirm you have ownership of the building, myeon. i'll bill you later."

"alright, cool," junmyeon said, signing where mark instructed him to, "i'll get a cab, so don't worry about giving me a lift home."

"perfect. bye, guys," mark said after, "i'll see you later."

"bambam, i also gotta go," junmyeon said, "i have a party i need to get to in a little while, and i still have to get ready. are we good here?"

"oh yeah, totally," bambam nodded, "my guys are on their way, we'll need to get started right away if we want to finish this on time. i'll bill you for fifty percent of the cost when you get home, and then you can pay the rest once we're finished to make sure everything's to your liking."

"alright, sounds good," junmyeon smiled at bambam, "call me if anything goes wrong, alright?"

"nothing will. don't forget about the menu," bambam waved goodbye to junmyeon as he left the building.

"i won't!" junmyeon called, letting the door shut after him. he sighed, going to the street. he whistled, a taxi showing up in front of him. he got in.

"oh, hey, beni," junmyeon smiled at the familiar cabbie, "home, please."

"sure, junmyeon," he nodded, driving him to his house.