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“That new horror movie is out, do you wanna go?” Minho asks, scrolling through various showtimes and theatres.
“The one about the lady who eats little kids?” Onew walks into the bedroom, fluffing his hair with a towel.
“Yup,” Minho nods, now researching reviews of the film.
“Absolutely not,” Onew states, and re-ties his fluffy white robe.
“What? Why?” Minho scoffs.
“You know I hate scary movies,” Onew replies. He begins to rummage through their dresser, looking for a very specific pair of gudetama boxers.
“It’s not even going to be that scary-”
“She eats little kids ,” Onew insists, throwing his hair towel at Minho.
“But baaaaaaaaaaabe, ” Minho whines.
“No.”
“I’ll buy you sour patch kids?”
“What makes you think I wanna eat kids while she eats kids?”
“Good point,” Minho laughs, “Swedish fish, then?”
“Hmmm,” Onew ponders the deal, now dressed in his ridiculous underwear and a loose white t-shirt, “ And a cherry icee?”
“And a cherry icee,” Minho confirms.
“Fine, but you’ll have to hold my hand.”
“The whole time?”
“The whole time.”
“ Yes! ” Minho cheers, and jumps out of bed to squeeze Onew into a hug, “Now put on some pants so we can go.”
“ Really? I was just gonna wear this...”