Wingdog
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Foreword
WINGDOGWING
The tan male walked up to the cupboard, taking out a box of cereal and pouring its contents into a bowl, the sound gaining attention.
“What are you eating?” Sehun asked, not looking away from a talk show.
“Special K,” Jongin plopped down next to the other on the green couch, the coarse linen wrinkling under the weight of two grown men. “Red Berries.”
“Ah.”
Loud crunching sounds cold be heard over the laughter on television.
“No milk, huh?”
“Nope.”
It's long. Too long. (that's what she said)
Inspired by this video.
Enjoy~
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