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It was 3 am in the morning.
I’m waiting at the Pixie Love Hotel the message read.
Jun’s eyes bulged as he stared at his phone incredulously, his sake cup forgotten in mid-air. Around him, the chatter of the noisy izakaya faded away as if in response to his shock.
What the fuck?! Jun typed back, a blush fixed firmly on his face at the insinuations. What on earth was his leader thinking this time?
No one’s getting fucked. We’re going fishing. You have an hour.