“can you please just try it on?” jongin shakes the thin, shimmery red fabric enticingly, chanyeol glaring daggers at the sequined dress as if it had personally offended his family name and each and every mother, daughter, son, and father who had ever in the past, present, and future carried the last name of park.

“if you’re so curious, you try it on,” chanyeol grimaces, snatching the article of clothing and shoving it under the couch cushion, promptly flopping down to keep jongin away from the offensive dress. out of sight, out of mind.

“but you’re hyuna,” jongin tries not to laugh, keeping as straight a face possible as he steps in front of chanyeol, leaning over to bring their noses mere centimeters apart, placing both hands on either side of chanyeol’s head. “hyunseung would look really awkward wearing a red dress, no?”

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