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“I’d kiss you.” Jisung’s grip slackens. “What?” Chenle is staring up at him through thick lashes. He hasn’t moved from his armchair. “I’d kiss you,” he repeats, and it sounds like a threat. “Who better to learn from than your best friend, right?”
It is decidedly a bad idea to get kissing lessons from your best friend.