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❪ no need. he’s wiping along the underside of his nose with the sleeve of a bomber jacket far too expensive for the task. ❫ . . . why do you have that ready? who carries around a handkerchief in 2026
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❪ lengthy digits coil in quiet claim around the warmth of porcelain, though the quirk of his lip reads far too mischievous for someone with innocent intention. ❫ oh? so if i bear hugged you right now as thanks
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❪ well, isn’t that 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒? of course he’s not going to subject the younger one to torture with unsweetened tea ——even if it’s supposed to just be a homemade remedy. a little drop of lemon and there he is handing over the cup. ❫ you better don’t get me sick.
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❪ well now he’s not waiting. one inked arm coils around her waist, narrowing space until it dissipated completely. effortlessly pulling her downward to entangle his longer limbs with hers across sheets. ❫
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and now she’s pouting at him, reaching out to smoothen the fabric of the shirt he’s wearing. pretty, doe brown eyes widening only slightly as she gives a lil shimmy of one of her best assets—
cooommmmeee onnn, y’ know ya wanna…. one small word.
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he’s one to talk —— with lips so plush the alpha can’t tear his eyes away from how they press insistently against the edge of the shot glass. ahem. running wet palm along his face. “‘s jae–hyun.”
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shot goes down easily … glass set down to refill it once again as he offers a cheeky grin to the doe—eyed wolf looking back at him. the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. “min–joo. what’s yours?”