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Jisung’s gaze flicks between them, calculating. Chris knows that look. Jisung’s drunk, but his brain never stops looking for drama. “Okay, okay. I got something. No one fight me.” “This is gonna be some bullshit,” Changbin mutters, but he’s smiling. Jisung points the neck of the bottle at Chris. “Actually, it’s a two-for-one special. Chris, you can weigh in, because I’m a generous god.” “Hit me,” Chris says, tipping his head back to take the last gulp of his beer. “I fear nothing.” “Cap,” Minho calls out. Jisung leans forward, elbows on his knees, theatrically serious. “Alright. I dare you—” he points at Changbin “—to kiss him—” he points at Chris “—properly. None of that grandma peck bullshit. At least ten seconds. Tongue allowed. Encouraged, even.” or; Chan and Changbin aren't gay. That doesn't mean they can't make out a little.

Fics like it doesn't count

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