“I feel like I’m choking,” Zelo whined, tugging at his tie. They were headed to an awards show and he wasn’t happy about their formal attire.

“It won’t kill you. Plus suits are total magnets,” Yongguk said, meeting his eye in the mirror. Zelo started to pose and watch his reflection.

“You think?” the younger said, pulling a ‘one hand in pocket, lean to the side’ gangster walk, making them both chuckle.

“Yeah. Let’s get out of these lights,” Yongguk said, referring to the scolding hot bulbs circling them. Zelo nodded as the two turned to leave the room.

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