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Chan’s feet come to a halt. Why is he snooping on Jeongin’s bed? This is not what he came in here for. Whatever that thing is, he should mind his own business. He’s already stealing his underwear; he should limit his crimes as much as possible.
Chan turns toward the closet, but he can’t help but glance at the small coil of pink baubles on the comforter every few seconds.
They’re so distracting that he can’t quite focus on the underwear as he rifles through the drawer—he should be enjoying this chance at seeing the maknae’s panties, savoring the silky fabric—but those damn … beads?—
Wait.
Wait.
Beads?
No way.
But what if…?
Chan is before the bed again without even realizing he’d moved. His fist clenches around whatever balled up underwear he’d happened to be holding when he realized. Beads.
Holy shit, they’re beads. Anal beads.
Chan finds Jeongin's beads. Jeongin finds Chan.