“The food’s gone cold.”

“I don’t care. God, you smell good."

"I should call mom and tell her I can't do Sunday lunch tomorrow."

"Are you sure? I mean, you've never skipped Sunday lunch at your parents’. What if they think something serious had happened or—"

Something happened, all right...

Relative silence.

"So… the old men already hired a wedding planner from the start?"

"I'm so sorry. The two of them know how totally useless I am at organizing stuff."

"The tickets?" 

"100% theirs at first. Jinki-hyung booked them way before they decided to go with a planner."

"Ah."

"...are you mad?"

"They should have asked me from the start, then."

"Umm…Jinki-hyung finally got sick of me pining over his ex during our calls so he and Jonghyunie-hyung told me I needed the excuse...?"

A loud cackle. "That old man... and here I thought he was being petty over our breakup in high school. Also, the damsel in distress approach was the best they could come up with?"

"Got me you, didn’t it? And excuse you, hyung, I'm a man!"

"Ok. Shut up and kiss me, dude."

Taemin's right. This couch really is comfortable,  Kibum thought absently as Taemin pressed him deeper into the cushions.

Wait. At first—

”You paid for Shilla?!?"


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