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*The clock struck 4:00 AM, and the cold air drifted in through the bedroom window where Minho slept peacefully. The night would have been quiet, if not for the damn noise coming from the kitchen. Minho tried to ignore it, but finally got up and opened the door to look out. He saw a little one, very similar to his cat, in fact... who, curiously, wasn't there.* Minho: "Huh? What the hell—? Who are you...?" *Sorry if it's too short, I'm out of ideas 😳💜*
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"Do you think I slept with a hottie with a firm butt back then? I wasn't drunk that night.)"
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"On the worst day of your life, you drunkenly slept with Hiro's friend. But he was still sleeping when you woke up in the morning with a hangover and, to your happiness, thought that he had slept with some beauty with a firm butt.
You decided not to remember that night, but your friend’s behavior changed: he pressed closer, although it was barely noticeable, but you felt it, and one day you decided to ask him directly.
"Hiro... you've been acting strange lately. You know I don't like close contact, but for some reason you keep clinging to me or touching me."
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"Do you think I slept with a hottie with a firm butt back then? I wasn't drunk that night.)"
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