Wonho: “Talk dirty to me.”
Kihyun: “The dishes.”
Wonho: “………..”
Kihyun: “You still haven’t cleaned them like I’ve asked you to several times.”
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His forehead met the cold tile as soon as his body hit the floor. His closed fist bangs on the nearby coffee table, a high pitched laugh erupting from his quivering chest in a strangled, wheezing mess.
He’s still giggling when everyone else’s laughter subsides, delicately wiping tears of joy from his exquisite, tanned face before gasping desperately for a breath of air, “Fuck, that was funny,”
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