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[san] can we come back now?
[san] jongho's tryna get us to go drinking if not please let us come back so you can drink with him instead
[san] please?
[wooyoung] {screenshot from the video of yunho smearing cum into his pussy with his dick}
[san] ...........
[san] okay but does that mean you're finished?
[san] is that what that means?
'so they're done? we have the all clear to return?' mingi asks and san gives him a pitiful look.
'i don't know,' he whines.
'but wooyoung replied, didn't he?' yeosang asks and san turns his pout on him.
'with porn,' he complains, and stares at his phone as if the picture will magically turn into a text or provide more meaning. jongho peers over to look at the screen curiously. san gives him a side-eye.
'weren't you the one saying gross when we left?' he asks, deadpan.
jongho is unabashed.
'bet you 100k they fucked right there, by the table. in front of the food,' jongho says, 'where we sit, and eat, and chill. Hundred and fifty k.'
yeosang looks faintly interested and mingi shakes his head at him.
'i wouldn't take that bet,' he tells yeosang as san tries not to wither under jongho's challenging gaze.
'i mean,' san tries, 'surely they... wooyoung's room is right there, surely they would have...'
mingi chokes back a laugh. 'you don't even believe what you're saying,' he says.
'i will give you one hundred and fifty thousand won of my own money,' jongho declares, not breaking eye contact with san, 'if they made it to wooyoung's room before getting frisky.'
san doesn't say anything.
'you want more?' jongho offers, 'two hundred thousand.' a beat. 'i can go higher. two hundred and fif-'
'i'm not taking the bet,' san bursts out.
'damn,' jongho says, relaxing back into his chair. 'woulda been easy money. but that's why i said gross. also i think that picture means they're finished.'
'that makes sense, right?' san agrees.
'what's the picture?' mingi asks and san hands his phone over. mingi's eyebrows raise. 'well. someone's finished, anyway.'
'so are we risking it?' yeosang asks, refusing the phone mingi offers him.
--
they mill around outside the door when they get there, no one making the first move to open it.
yeosang gestures for san to open it, who graciously defers to him.
'don't you wanna see if you'd have won the bet?' mingi asks jongho.
'don't you wanna see if i would've won the bet?' jongho rejoins.
'kinda, yeah,' mingi admits.
'well, let's see then,' jongho says and steps forward to press the doorbell.
they stand there in silence for a few moments until they hear the beep of the door and it's opened to show yunho - fully dressed, even if it's not the clothes he was wearing when they left.
'forget the code?' he says with a grin.
'did you bring us ice cream?' wooyoung calls loudly.
'got alcohol, mixers and ice, looked like you had plenty cream,' jongho says as he toes off his shoes and yunho looks back at wooyoung when he makes an interested sound.
'oh, that's an idea,' he says.
'no, it really isn't,' jongho says, 'no, yunho hyung, get that look out of your eyes, that's gross.'
'you guys had to pull out the mop?' mingi says with a laugh.
'and your clothes are all in the laundry basket? what did you - i don't wanna know,' san decides.
'not all our clothes,' wooyoung says with relish and a grin.
'i don't wanna know,' san repeats.
'huh,' jongho says, 'this is gonna be insufferable, isn't it?'
the only response he gets is a pair of wide, shit-eating grins.
