“my back hurts,” chanyeol whines, jabbing jongin in the side as they lounge on their plush living room couch, the super bowl semi-finals flashing on their flat screen lcd tv mounted on the wall, surrounded by the most advanced, high-tech surround sound system money can possibly buy.

not that it’s something they can afford, but jongin really, really wanted it (needed it). and what jongin wants, jongin gets.

ugh.

“seriously,” chanyeol continues, head rolling onto his shoulder with a grimace and shoving jongin’s shoulder for no other reason than that his lower back is fucking killing him right now. “i’m in pain. do something.”

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