WhimsyEwhims
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Minho scoffs. “Why are you being so gross tonight?”
Hyunjin slides his card across the bar, hums in thought. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly, though Minho’s question had been rhetorical. He just likes to hear himself gab. “Maybe it’s the fact that three nights ago in Chicago Han Jisung held your hand during Alien and you would’ve never known that tonight we’d catch him alone, clearly on the pull, in some back-alley hipster-shit bar.” He plucks the toothpick from his drink, pops an olive into his mouth, and states through his munching, “Basically, I’m on fire.”
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Minho and Hyunjin are 3RACHA groupies.
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“Really,” Hyunjin says. “I don’t mind being a distraction. Plus, I have long blonde hair like him. From behind, you could probably just squint and pretend I’m him.”
Now translated into Russian!
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Hyunjin suddenly pushes in two fingers at once. Changbin gasps and decides with finality that this isn’t a normal appointment anymore, they’re definitely doing something else now.
Changbin loses a bet and needs to get his dick waxed. Things unravel.
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“Ohh my god,” Hyunjin shudders. His head lolls to the side, his moans are coming out of parted lips, he’s smiling. “Oh my god —” He abruptly cuts off. “Wait.”
Changbin stops, stilling his fingers inside of him. He lifts his head to look up at Hyunjin with wide eyes.
“What’s your name?” Hyunjin asks.
“Changbin,” he answers, panting, spit dripping down his chin.
“Changbin,” Hyunjin repeats. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Changbin goes to a pilates class. The instructor is way too hot.
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What could be better than one Minho? Four, apparently.