Taemin approaches his cranky, middle hair parted elder, "Key hyung, we ran out of milk,"
 

The blonde elder before him rolls his eyes as he lets out a deep sigh, "Aw fuсk, why wouldn't you tell me this earlier?!?! I don't fuсking feel like going to the store to get more, the fuсk outta here with that bull shιτ,"
 

"But Key!!!!!" Taemin whines.
 

"Hey guys!" Jonghyun calls out from the kitchen. The two boys' attention shifts to him.
 

"Don't worry!"
 

Jonghyun sets a glass on the table, pulls off his shirt, and grabs a hold of one of his pectoral muscles with both hands, lowering it closer to the cup. He squeezes and fresh milk spills from his tiny niррles into the cup. Once a decent amount fills it, he hands it to Taemin.
 

"Here Taemin," he says quietly, yet charmingly, "I made this just for you,"
 

Taemin stares back at his shirtless senior, mortified.
 

"JONGHYUN WHAT THE FUСK???!?!" Key calls out as Jonghyun coolly walks back to their bedroom.