Chanyeol: how’s hong kong
Yifan: don’t send us cancerous pics pls
Jongin: [picture attached]
Tao: kyungsoo pls
Kyungsoo: no

Jongin couldn’t see what was so bad about the picture. It was a selfie that he had taken when she had been trying to relieve some of the pressure along his spine, and she had straddled his back so she could apply more force. At that exact moment, she had hit a particularly tender spot that had hurt at first, so his mouth was in a silent scream and she was laughing in the background.

He had saved it anyway.

Jongin: you know how you said no strip clubs kyungsoo
Kyungsoo: don’t
Jongin: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Jongin:  just kidding
Jongin: tao what does da fei gei mean
Tao: how did you learn that
Yixing: wait what
Jongin: someone said something about it to chaeyeon but neither of us could translate
Tao: LMAO
Tao: I hope you never see him again
Jongin: wait what does it mean though
Yifan: trust me you don’t want to know

He frowned at that, giving up, but staying down on the bed as Chaeyeon smoothed down the kinesiology tape that was supposed to support his back as a precaution. He really did not want to go through the pain of an injury again.

Chaeyeon had been quiet ever since they had found the envelope with the shop owner of a tiny little place hidden away in SoHo. Because that white envelope just meant that her sis