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“Mine. You’re all mine.”
Minhyuk’s face flushed the brightest shade of red as those words registered in his mind. It wasn’t odd for the two to joke around and tease each other. After all, Minhyuk found that his favourite thing to do in bed with the latter was mark him despite the protests before and the complaints after.
Something about the way the other’s eyes dimmed with such emotion sent shivers down his spine, and his mouth to suddenly run dry.
“Whatever you say,” he brushed it off as a joke despite the obvious signs, hand reaching to ruffle the male’s hair gently before turning back to the kitchen counter. “Is chicken for dinner okay?” He questioned simply, as if his heart wasn’t racing faster than what’s considered safe and normal. Playing it off as if those words didn’t do odd things to his insides without permission - like he didn’t have some sort of unknown emotion towards the other.