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It has been a while since Jongin had gotten himself involved in this group thing.
He didn’t even know why he agreed to it in the first place. Establishing a formal relationship with your coworkers is fine in his book, going out for a drink once in a while? Yeah, sure if there’s no harm. But agreeing to be set up on a blind date? Jongin doesn’t know if this was even appropriate.
His coworkers whom he was close with, and known for a year now, had pestered him to join them for another drinking night. But instead of crashing at the usual beer and chicken place, they’ve upgraded their taste to a nice restaurant downtown instead. Jongin had only joined once due to staying overtime and then following another coworker to the place because they wanted to treat him.
But a blind date? He doesn’t think this is a good idea.
“Can I just bail?” Jongin turns to face another coworker, the one with the most sense. Jongdae turns back to him, both hands tucked in his pocket as he shrugged. “I don’t know man, I found my wife through a blind date, maybe you should give it a chance.”
Ugh. He may be with the most sense but Jongdae was the bad candidate to complain about this too. Jongin sighed. They were queuing outside the restaurant, being packed with customers on a weekend. He dreaded the timing and planning of his coworkers sometimes. At least Baekhyun remembered to reserve their table this time.
Sensing his discomfort, Jongdae taps on his shoulder. “Hey, if you’re really that annoyed, then just explain the situation to your date. I’m sure he understands.”
That might be the better route than bailing him. Jongin nods in response.
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Once seated inside, Jongin sees the vacant seat in front of him, compared to others that his coworkers had occupied.
“Kyungsoo’s running late with Chanyeol, he texted me.” Baekhyun, the one who offered this idea in the first place, informed him. Even if he had aged, Jongin still doesn’t find the prospect of socializing outside in a packed restaurant that appealing, especially with the fact that he had to entertain a date. It’s like a nightmare packed into one evening.
He hoped that Kyungsoo would understand him if he told him that he was not interested.
Jongin bites into his dinner, eating along with the others despite the empty seat in front of him reminding him that his company was still not there. Damn, maybe he should be the one who faked being late and then bailed. Gee, Kyungsoo was one step ahead.
“Did Kyungsoo order?” Jongin asked Baekhyun, who in turn shook his head in confusion. That’s weird. Isn’t he going to eat too? If he ordered late, then they would all be finished at this rate.
In between his inner monologue, Jongin sees two people rushing through the crowd queuing outside the restaurant, making their way towards their table.
“Excuse us for being late!” The taller between the two exclaimed loudly over their table. Jongin’s gaze falls towards the other one, the shorter one. He’s wearing a decent black turtleneck and a beige coat, black pants, and even a small black beanie. Adorably casual. And a pretty face. “Got caught up at a meeting.” The pretty one explained.
Jongin hears the deep voice before it reaches others. Oh, he sounds delicious too. Before, he’s hesitating because he didn’t feel the need to go out on a blind date or anything, but seeing the candidate in front of him, he might just give it a shot. Just this once.
“Jongin?” The pretty man came up to him. Instead of responding like usual, Jongin stood from his seat, getting out of the table. “Yes,” The rest of his coworkers were half paying attention to them. But he didn’t care.
“That’s me,” Jongin stood in front of him, fully conscious of their height difference. Kyungsoo was shorter than him, and somehow, Jongin liked that.
“Are we not having dinner here?” Kyungsoo pointed towards the table, their vacant seat still remained. He quickly cooked up an excuse. “It’s pretty crowded right now, and we’re sharing a table with the others.” He pointed out, hoping that Kyungsoo caught his intention.
“Yeah, go to another place that’s less crowded,” Jongdae pipes up behind him, waving at Kyungsoo. “Just go, we got you covered.” He insisted.
Leaving the restaurant together, Jongin smiled. He didn’t believe his plan would work.
“Um, Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. The man looks up at him, round eyes looking so adorable. Even his lips were pretty. So unfair.
“If it’s okay, can we just eat at my place instead?”
Huh?
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They somehow ended up in Kyungsoo’s apartment.
The clock was past dinner time already, but they secured their dinner in takeaways. Jongin didn’t know if this night would end with a bang but hopefully so. Though, the idea of banging his coworker on the first night of their blind date doesn’t sound ideal. But with Kyungsoo, he might just make it an exception.
“I’m sorry for suddenly bringing you here,” Kyungsoo said, apologizing as they both made their way through the complex, walking down to his apartment door. Quite luxurious, Kyungsoo has taste.
“It’s okay, even if we did stay at the restaurant, your food would be late.” He assured him. “And hey, I got to eat this instead, so a win for me.” He waved the takeaways in front of him. Kyungsoo gave him a small smile, amused.
“Make yourself at home, Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo said, opening the door to his home. Jongin entered politely, waiting for Kyungsoo to show him where to place everything else. They worked together in comfortable silence as if they had known each other for years.
This type of compatibility was rare for Jongin, despite having years to do the same with his other coworkers. Something about Kyungsoo and him just clicked.
They conversed and talked a bit about work in the car earlier when Jongin had to stop by another place to grab their dinner and Kyungsoo ran to the pharmacy. Hopefully, he grabbed a few condoms if he’s thinking like him.
Jongin followed Kyungsoo to the kitchen, placing the takeaways on the counter. Everything in the apartment, now with the lights on, fitted well with Kyungsoo’s personality. He noticed how the majority of the designs were in black color. Must be his favorite color then.
“This is a nice place,” He complimented. “Really nice,”
The man chuckled in response. “It’s nothing really,” Kyungsoo brought out two glasses and plates, placing them on the small dining table.
He carried the rest of the food, placing them on the table and pulling the wrapping off. As he busied himself preparing their food, Kyungsoo creeps up close to him, staring at him.
“Jongin-ah,” His deep voice pulls him out of his focus. “Would you mind if I freshen up a bit?” They were still wearing what they wore to work, so Jongin kind of understood Kyungsoo’s need to change. He didn’t protest it and let the man be on his way.
“Oh no, go and freshen up if you need to.” He replied.
“Really?” Kyungsoo asked, a bit surprised.
“It’s cool, I got this. I’ll prepare the food for you.” He continued. Jongin assured him, turning to look at him as he picked up the remaining packaging that needed to be thrown out.
Kyungsoo smiled so sweetly at him and nodded. “Thank you,”
The moment Kyungsoo left to retreat to his room, Jongin took his time setting up the food and the drinks, placing them neatly and covering them with another plate to keep warm. Kyungsoo might take more than just a few minutes and he didn’t want the food to get cold. Setting aside the packaging and trash, he made his way towards the kitchen, locating the bin immediately and disposing of it carefully.
After washing his hands, Jongin made himself comfortable on the couch, pulling out his phone to kill time until Kyungsoo was done. In the meantime, he could come up with questions to ask him, mainly because he was truly interested in Kyungsoo.
Remembering the details that Baekhyun and Jongdae gave him, Kyungsoo works in the creative department, floors below his own and they rarely cross paths except when they come to work or ride the elevator together after lunch. Jongin recognized him mostly because Baekhyun was the one who always had lunch with the man.
Why didn’t it occur to him to ask Kyungsoo out before this?
Recounting back his memories and times when he ever saw Kyungsoo, Jongin noticed that he had always labeled the guy as ‘pretty looking’ and ‘cute’. But Jongin wasn’t a social butterfly, he couldn’t just come up to him and strike up an easy conversation without making a fool of himself.
About fifteen minutes had passed, and Kyungsoo was still inside his room.
The food was getting colder and Jongin was growing anxious. He gave it five more minutes before getting off the couch and knocking on Kyungsoo’s bedroom door.
“Kyungsoo?” Another knock, no response. Jongin held the knob and turned, pushing the door open. “Hey, sorry, are you okay in… there?”
As his head peeks inside the bedroom, he caught his eyes, widening in surprise. Kyungsoo was on the bed, sitting there half-naked with his shirts unbuttoned, and underwear on. Jongin sees the square patch hanging from his fingertips, and the open plastic bag from the pharmacy earlier.
“Sorry!” He apologized quickly, afraid that he might have just intruded on Kyungsoo’s private medical affair. Or something like that.
Great, now he looks like a creep.
He heard rustling and then silence, a minute later, the bedroom door opened. Kyungsoo came out in a thick sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. His hair was rustled and unkempt, like earlier when he was wearing the beanie.
A drastic difference between him who was still dressed for work.
“Hey, it’s okay, I can explain.” The man came up to him, voice softer than before. Jongin feels a bit better that Kyungsoo wasn’t pissed off.
“Oh, if it’s personal then you don’t have to tell me,” Jongin replied, waving his hands out at him.
Kyungsoo remained standing in front of his open door, biting his lips. “Let’s eat?” He invited him instead, other words left unsaid as he closed his bedroom door and walked over to the dining table.
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“You’re very pretty, Kyungsoo,” Jongin complimented, caressing the soft skin under his sweatshirt. He had the man in his arms, thick thighs and hips straddling his lap.
Just half an hour ago, they were having dinner with sexual tension brewing between the two of them. He couldn’t imagine ending the day with a pretty man on his lap, begging him to suck him off, but here they are, on Kyungsoo’s bed after he invited him inside with a kiss. Jongin loved everything about Kyungsoo so far. He’s perfect.
As his hands wandered under the thick sweatshirt, he felt something wet on his stomach. Their kiss stops midway when Jongin suddenly pulls away, hands rubbing on the wet spot trickling down Kyungsoo’s stomach.
“What…” Was it sweat? But the other spaces on his skin were dry though? “Kyungsoo,” Jongin called for him, looking into his eyes for a question and pressing on the wet trail.
“Ah,” The man above him sighs. “Please don’t get weirded out,” Kyungsoo said.
“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.
Without another word, Kyungsoo slowly lifts his sweatshirt up to his chest, revealing the source of the wet trail. Jongin couldn’t believe his eyes at first. Was Kyungsoo a carrier? He hoped it was, or else the breast patch on his tits might indicate another medical condition.
“This…?” Jongin asked carefully, maintaining both hands on his waist. He wanted to reach out, grab the small tits and give them a good squeeze, but not without his permission.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo answered, shifting in his lap and pulling off his sweatshirt. “I’m sorry, I can’t control when I lactate and it leaks randomly at times, that’s why I asked to come to have dinner here instead of outside.” He apologized suddenly. Jongin looked at him incredulously and he just apologized for nothing.
“What? Don’t apologize.” He said, circling his arms around his body and pulling him closer. “Why are you apologizing?”
Kyungsoo juts his lips in a pout and then explained. “I know it’s not common and some men get weirded out by it too. That's why I don’t date much, to begin with. Apparently, it’s ‘too much’.”
Now, that’s the most ridiculous thing he ever heard that night.
“You mean, you’ve been rejected by men because of this?” He asked carefully, trying to understand the gravity of his confession. Kyungsoo nodded in reply. “Then what makes you agree to go on a blind date with me?”
At this question, despite the importance of it being answered, Jongin wanted to know quickly because he can’t converse casually while there was a leaking breast in front of him. There’s too much going on, and he’s already hard, to begin with.
“Baekhyun had told me a little bit about you,” Kyungsoo said. “And based on his explanations, I was hoping that you weren’t like any other men I’ve tried to date. And you’re handsome, so I had to give it a chance when Baekhyun said you agreed to this.”
Now he understands. It’s unfair what Kyungsoo had gone through before but praise the Lord that it came to this. Jongin nodded at his reply, then pulled on the man once again.
His eyes are now directly in front of his chest. The square patches that he saw earlier weren’t just some medical aid, it was breast patch.
“Pretty, and cute.” He complimented, eyes still remaining fixed on his chest. With one look at Kyungsoo’s face, he asked for permission. “Can I?”
“Please,” Kyungsoo replied. At this point, both of them were aroused beyond words. He could physically feel Kyungsoo’s erection pressing on his stomach, the small bump gaining friction every time Jongin shifts their body together. Without hesitation, he peeled one of the patches, feeling the leak dripping and the heavy, full and wet patch being tossed away from his sight.
His chest was a bit swollen, a small pec, not big like a woman’s breast. He didn’t know what to expect, but this was more than he could ever ask for. Kyungsoo was indeed perfect in his eyes.
His hands reached out to massage them lightly, pulling off the other patch. Kyungsoo was left moaning softly above him, head tilted to the side as he watched him and hands reaching behind, rubbing Jongin’s erection through his trousers.
“You’re so hard,” Kyungsoo moaned, moving his hips slowly. “So big,”
Jongin himself was busy groping the man in front of him, taking his sweet time. One small squeeze and they’re dripping. He had to have a taste. Gently he pressed soft kisses in the middle of his chest, making his way up to his collarbone, then to his neck. He didn’t think that Kyungsoo had taken a shower yet but he still smells lovely.
At every kiss he left, Jongin could hear every whimper and moan that slipped through his lips. His voice was delightful, much more vocal than he expected from him, but maybe that’s just Kyungsoo being sensitive.
“You’re so sensitive,” He commented, trailing kisses down back to his chest. He wanted to swallow all of him. “Have you ever gotten your tits sucked, pretty?” He asked gently. They were still testing the waters with each other, Jongin didn’t know how far his dirty talk could get him until it became uncomfortable or something.
“N-No,” Kyungsoo whimpered in reply, so adorably. Jongin needed to take him, now.
“Then, I’ll be the first one for you.” His head dipped in to capture one of the nipples, hard and tense on his tongue. Jongin let out a moan, the taste of his milk, filling his mouth, left him breathless. He sucked the surrounding skin, engulfing what his mouth could reach. Cheeks hollowed and tongue moving, Jongin desperately claws one hand behind Kyungsoo’s back, pressing him closer.
“Ngh, ahh,” Kyungsoo almost screamed, moans turning into soft sobs as he gave into Jongin’s hold. “Jongin, Jongin,” He mewls, arching his back and both palms holding the back of Jongin’s head.
The taste of his milk fills his mouth completely within a couple of sucking, Jongin felt his arousal reach the maximum limit. This was heaven and he’s pretty sure Kyungsoo was an angel. The sound of his moans doubled with the press of his ass against his dick, and if that was not enough, his mouth was filled with his milk.
Feeling his mouth was full, Jongin swallowed slowly, relishing the taste of it going down his throat.
Kyungsoo was a wreck, small tears dripping down his cheeks and cute sobs slipping past his red lips. Truly like an angel. Jongin was intoxicated, head full of lust.
“Fuck,” He hissed, realizing that he had been unintentionally aggressive. Kyungsoo might be hurting from him sucking too hard. Now that he looked at the nipple he sucked, there was a clear tooth mark blooming surrounding his areola. He liked the sight of it, but Kyungsoo…
“I’m sorry, pretty. Were you hurt?” He consoled him, leaning in to kiss the tears away. “Was I too harsh?” His hand reached to massage the sore spot, thumbs gently rubbing on the marks to ease the pain.
Kyungsoo shook his head, denying that it hurt him. “It’s okay, it didn’t hurt much.” He assured him. Jongin nods and nuzzles their noses together, stealing kisses on his lips. “Let me know if it hurts, okay? Just say stop and I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” He replied, cutely. Jongin felt like another cupid’s arrow was stabbed on his back. He’d crumble at this point.
He continued, slowly pulling off Kyungsoo’s pants and undies away, helping his date get undressed completely.
“Do you have the condom and lube, pretty?” He asked in between their make-out. Kyungsoo nods and points at his nightstand drawer. “Bottom one.”
He left another kiss on his lips before fetching the items. Once he grabbed the bottle, he began his work. “Up, baby, up.” Jongin pats his bum. The man lifted himself up on his knees, holding onto Jongin’s shoulders as he waited for him to prepare.
With the view of his chest right in his face, Jongin wasted no time. He leans in and kisses the other nipple, sucking on it lightly with his lips. His hands made quick work pulling his cock out from the constraint of his trousers, belt, and button undone along with his zippers. He pulled on his underwear, pulling them down to his sack, freeing them from the constraint. Pants loosened, Jongin reaches for the bottle of lube.
He didn’t need to see to know where everything was, thanks to lots of late-night masturbation with the lights off, he could make his way in the dark with ease.
“Ahn, hmmh,” Kyungsoo moaned, surprised at the cold touch of his fingers covered in lube. He gave it a few rubs on his hole, pressing and teasing the opening for a few seconds. By the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice, he knew he could proceed.
“What a pretty baby,” Jongin groaned, looking up into his eyes, seeing his expression as he teases his fingers inside. “Was it good, baby? Having your tits sucked?”
His questions were answered by another soft moan, little mewls reaching his ears when Jongin pumps his fingers deeper. Warm and wet with lube, Jongin teases the rim, opening them with small thrusts of his index and middle finger.
Kyungsoo moved his hips, rubbing his front against Jongin’s dress shirt. Looking down, he sees the red and flushed flesh of his dick, smaller than his, rubbing friction against his stomach. The difference shade between his cock and his pale stomach drives Jongin wild. “It feels good, Jonginnie,” The man replied breathlessly.
“Undo my buttons for me, pretty,” Jongin pulled his face down, capturing his lips again. The man obeyed and undo the buttons slowly, tongues locked all the way until he was undressed. He feels the shirt being pulled off, revealing his front to Kyungsoo.
“Rub it, c’mon.” He encourages him, knowing exactly what he wants to do. Jongin pulls away from his lips and continues to suck on his other nipple, not satisfied yet until he feels the taste of his milk again. Tongue lapping up on the hard nub, he teases the area slowly, moving his fingers with the same slow pace as his mouth.
At every movement, he could feel Kyungsoo getting tighter, how his hips would buck and brush his hard cock on his stomach. Jongin brought his body closer until there was no space between their front, he wanted Kyungsoo to come untouched, just from the thing he was doing right now.
“J-Jongin, -nie,” Kyungsoo gasped, overstimulating at the feel of everything. His hips kept moving, brushing front to rub his dick against his toned stomach. Jongin kept his eyes open, watching how Kyungsoo unfolds in his hand. The frustrating build-up finally reaches his limit when Jongin pumps three fingers in.
“Ah! F-Fuck!” He sobbed, rutting his hips excitedly, chasing his orgasm. Jongin laps up on his nipple, sucking it a bit rougher and more greedy than before. His fingers kept thrusting still, deep and hard strokes each time Kyungsoo moved his hips. “I’m gonna come, ah, Nini,” He sobs again, voice higher than he ever had heard.
He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers hard until he felt the rim spasms around it. Just like that, he feels the rough thrust of his dick on his stomach, wet cum spurting on his chest. Jongin groaned, satisfied when he tasted the dripping milk on his tongue.
What a jackpot.
He milked every aspect of him that moment, fingers pumping in slowly to get him down from his high. He swallowed the milk more slowly than earlier, getting used to the addicting taste on his tongue. Kyungsoo was left jerking his dick off, thumb pressing on the slit of his cockhead to milk any cum left.
“Jongin… ah..” The man catches his breath, his body melting against him. Jongin wraps his arms around him, carefully laying him down on the bed. “Was it good, hm?” He asked, towering above him. Kyungsoo runs his fingers through his hair, pulling them down to capture his lips again.
“You’re so good to me,” He confessed. “Can you fuck me now, baby?” Hearing the pet name coming from Kyungsoo was better than he could have imagined. There was absolutely nothing he wanted more than Kyungsoo calling him that, forever.
“Do you want to calm down first, pretty? You just came.” He composed himself, reminding him of the evidence splattered across his chest. Surprisingly, Kyungsoo brought his hand to smear the cum on his fingers and reached down to grab his dick.
Jongin looks at him with surprise, seeing the hand coating and stroking the tip of his cock. Kyungsoo’s hand felt amazing stroking his dick, but goddamn he’s going to lose it.
“How was the taste, Nini? Was it delicious?” Kyungsoo’s sudden tone change threw him off or made him even harder if that’s possible.
“So, so fucking good. Those men rejecting you… I’ll grieve for their loss.” He smiles down on him, caging his body between his arms. Kyungsoo reaches for the condom, tearing the package with his teeth and tossing the wrapper aside. Jongin sees the way he works for his hands down, reaching between their thighs and applying them for him.
He wrapped his legs around his waist, finally pulling Jongin into position. They stared at each other for a moment, while Jongin slowly teased the rim with the tip, small thrusts with each movement.
“You’re so naughty, aren’t you? Seducing me with your milk, do you really want me that bad, baby?” He nuzzled on his chest, kissing the places he’d sucked on. “You’re trying to get me hooked, aren’t you?”
Kyungsoo starts whimpering, legs falling open as he spreads himself. “Jongin, baby,” He braces himself, and Jongin slowly thrust the rest of his cock inside. They both bottomed out for a second, catching their breaths.
Tight. And hot. He could feel the wetness of Kyungsoo’s cum coated on his dick, surrounded by the warmth and the condom. He doesn’t think that he’ll last very long.
“Kyungsoo, ah, shit,” His hips stuttered, sensitive to every movement and shift that the other made. He shifts for a moment to a comfortable position before moving his hips at a slow pace. Jongin drowns himself in his chest, sucking lightly at the soft nubs and teasing the other with his fingers.
Kyungsoo throws his hands above his head, holding onto the sheets. “Hngh.. Nini, move…”
Hearing the order, he gained a steady pace, thrusting his cock in all the way with a rough slap. Both of them moaned at the sensation, groaning and whimpering sounds mixed between the two of them.
“Fuck, fuck,” Jongin cursed, feeling himself close. But he didn’t want to come just yet. No, not yet.
He pulled out, catching his breath. Kyungsoo whined at the loss, hips moving to find the missing flesh. So greedy, so cute, he thinks.
“Do you want to come again, pretty?” He teases, grabbing Kyungsoo’s dick to give it a few squeezes. “You squirt all of your milk earlier, I don’t think there’s any more left, huh?” He squeezes his pecs with his other hand. Kyungsoo looked at him with half-lidded eyes, the mind too foggy to even respond.
“Can you give me more milk, Kyungsoo?” He enters with one thrust, leaning forward again to suck on his chest. This time, his other hand remained to jerk off his dick, squeezing and stroking sloppily at every thrust he gave.
“Ah, ah, Jongin-“ Kyungsoo was a mess, throwing his head back along with the brutal thrust, each resounding slap against his skin left a reminder that he was going to be filled in any second. Jongin continues grunting and fucking him, teeth dragging across his chest to suck and bite.
When the climax came, Jongin felt delighted to feel the taste of his milk spurting out on his tongue. He came inside, euphoria engulfing the both of them at the same time. Kyungsoo was leaking both up and down.
And it wasn’t even a surprise to feel the condom broke. Kyungsoo realizes as he feels the gushing inside of him, feeling full.
“Jonginnie…” He mewled, curling up in his arms. Jongin didn’t even realize it as he pumped it all in, never pulling out. “The condom broke..” he said.
Jongin lifts his eyes up to look at him, swallowing the rest of the milk. “Oh,”
Well, at least Jongin was not the only one who felt full that night.
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After another ten minutes of just making out, they finally pulled apart from each other to get into the shower.
Jongin, being the gentleman he is, helped Kyungsoo with the clean-up and aftercare. He didn’t really feel like leaving him alone after tonight, but he didn’t want to push his luck.
Soon after Kyungsoo, all dressed up in a cozy tee and boxer, Jongin was given a spare large tee and other black shorts.
“Stay the night, tomorrow’s Saturday.” Kyungsoo invited him, sitting next to him on the bed. Jongin sat in his towels, hair still wet from the shower.
“Stay the night? Are you sure?”
“Yes, your shirts and pants are all dirty. At least let me wash them first, yeah?” Jongin nods at his words, agreeing with him. Being older, they both understand how icky and disgusting it’d be to do the walk of shame in their used clothes, much less, dirty used clothes .
“Pretty, I think we’ve progressed far from this being a blind date.”
Kyungsoo laughed at his words. “I think we’ve done too much,” He replied.
“Do you like it, Kyungsoo? If I bring you to another date, will you accept it?”
“Jongin,” He caressed the side of his face. “I like you, it was why Baekhyun set us up like this. He’s helping me.”
“Oh,” Jongin blushed.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo giggled at his reaction.
“So, a second date tomorrow?”
“Yes, a second date tomorrow.” He kisses him on the lips. Jongin grins stupidly.
The heavens that had blessed Jongdae for finding his wife through this, had also blessed him. Though, it was Baekhyun who had set them up.
He needed to text a long grateful text to him later.
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