Role Playing
“Next.” Kibum fiddles with his name-tag on his tacky uniform. He hates it- working at a fast food place.
The boy smirks. “An order of Kim Kibum please.”
His friend alongside raises a brow as his gaze flickers between the two.
“I don’t think you can afford that pretty boy.” Kibum throws back, pushing the button for a bucket of fried chicken
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