“You’re late.”
“I know. Sorry,” Hankyung sits down. The bench creaks just a tiny bit. “Are you mad?”
Heechul shrugs and rolls his eyes to the side, avoiding the ones that are staring into him. “No”
“And by ‘no’, you mean, not about me being late, right?”
“You being late doesn’t ever bother me unless it’s a life or death situation
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