for fuck’s sake.

kris tries to ignore the static heat sizzling towards his crotch as chanyeol nibbles, fucking nibbles, on his shoulder. at an airport. crowded with people. people wielding fucking dslr cameras with 20x optical zoom that can pretty much magnify every tiny fucking pore in your skin to the point where you can count each and every single fucking one.

yeah, no. this is not okay.

slightly starting to sweat and mildly irritated, kris jerks his shoulder to shrug chanyeol off. but the little prick just sways over to the other side, undeterred, and digs his teeth into kris’ opposite shoulder.

god, that feels so fucking good.

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kyungsoo cringes with secondhand embarrassment as kris mumbles some unintelligible babble into the rim of his glass cup in what he probably thinks is a sexy, hot-shit cf king manner.

“duizhang, what are you, a baby?” baekhyun teases, grabbing his cup and imitating kris’s previous actions with much amusement and added exaggeration.

“asdkfhaklfjm.”

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