“what did you want me to do,” chanyeol sighs in a defeated voice as he loosens his silk tie and removes the ferragamo watch he had received from jongin’s mother as a christmas gift the year before. he drops the overly expensive watch on top of the dresser and stares tiredly at jongin through the vanity mirror. “what did you want me to say?”

“oh i don’t know,” jongin replies as he shrugs off his canali suit jacket, dropping down on the excessive, luxury mattress that chanyeol’s father had insisted on getting them, and kicks off his gucci loafers to angrily toss them into a corner of the room. “maybe something along the lines of ‘shut the fuck up you ignorant, homophobic bastard and learn some fucking manners’ would’ve been nice.”

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