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“The fuck?” Mingi complained, face planted on the pillow; Jongho’s pillow, smelling like Jongho’s shampoo. Where was his good-smelling boyfriend when he wanted cuddles and kisses?
He got up, taking the pillow with him, and in wobbly steps got out of the room. The corridor’s light was on, making Mingi cover his eyes in annoyance at first and while he was trying to adjust his vision, he listened Jongho’s voice coming from the room next door. Without thinking twice he followed the sound, not realizing that room was where Jongho made his live streamings.