Jan 13, 2017
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“Uh, excuse me,” Jinki says as Taemin breathes a sigh of relief. “Aren’t kisses supposed to be with the date?” Taemin snorts, nuzzling his grin against Jonghyun’s cheek. He feels Jonghyun’s laugh in the soft breaths against his skin.
“I am the date,” Jonghyun says. His hand with the purple corsage falls around Taemin’s waist, but the one with the peach flowers plays with Jinki’s tie.
“Technically, so am I,” Jinki says. Jonghyun grins and shrugs.
“Technically, that means you should be kissing him, not me,” he says, but pulls Jinki forward by the tie to press their mouths together anyway.
