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“Do you know why I called you in here this evening?” Yunho asks. Mingi presses his lips together guiltily, glancing sidelong toward the impressive array of photos lining the wall. “Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic?” Yunho pauses and turns back to him, two wine glasses in his hand, and stops pouring. “Accidentally?”