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"Don’t feel stupid!" Taemin put an arm around the other in what he hoped was a comforting manor. He still wasn’t used to the whole contact thing. "It was an easy mistake to make, honestly. No one will even notice." He didn’t even know him that well, they happened to bump into each other during a one off class. A baking class, to be exact. Byunghun had managed to mix the sugar and salt up - and Taemin was right, it was an easy mistake to make. He just wasn’t so sure about the second part.

Byunghun looked at the male and side eyed him. “What if you have my face? Will you give it back?”

     Watching the elder's features light up from his offer, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly and nod his head in agreement. Coffee, it was. He helps the elder up on his feet, so that they're both standing now and reaches up to wipe at the elder's face with his sleeve. He doesn't really wipe at his face but instead 'cleans' the elder's face by using his abilities, which was similar as pressing a damp cloth to his face.

     "You looked like a mess," he comments quietly after pulling his hands away from the elder's face. L.Joe turns around and starts moving back to the counter to pull down two mugs -- one which in the shape of a raccoon and the other in the shape of a giraffe; because who doesn't love fancy mugs? -- and the coffee mix from the cabinet. He sets them down on the counter next to the coffee machine; he starts messing with it, turning it on and waiting for it to start making coffee.

Seunghyun's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach as the door opened and their eyes met. His hand gradually lowered, lips parting in the smallest way as a wave of a form of fear took over. "... Joe," he whispered, a lump forming at his throat.

     In the tense hallway outside his apartment, the whisper of his name that shattered the silence was breaking his resolve. He clenched his jaw as he tried to keep hold of his emotions, to prevent anything from showing as his expression remained blank. The shadow was half tempted to slam the door in the elder's face without even giving him a chance of an explanation. It would serve him right. L.Joe never dealt well with people disappearing, especially without a word, and even if he got used to it -- used to people coming and going, with or without warning -- it still left him a bit hurt. Especially if they were closer to him than a stranger. And this male was no stranger.

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     It took all but five minutes for L.Joe to control his laughter when he read the text from his mother figure. He laughed so hard that his abs hurt and he was cramping at the side, trying to keep himself from falling off the couch. 

     { Text to: Chu Chu Mama Lu ^u^ } I know my face is hot and I'm attractive and all that amazing stuff, but maybe you've got the wrong twin.~

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