A/N: Another pointless fail non-drabble, because I just fucking love Jung Yunho.
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“Hyung, come on! The manager is already waiting in the van, we’re going to miss the plane!”
Changmin is getting impatient. He stayed the night in Yunho’s apartment specifically so they’d be able to sleep in a little and head straight for the airport first thing in the morning. He’s wearing his shoes and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, annoyed, the front door already open.
“I’m ready!” Yunho comes half-running out of his room, backpack hanging off his shoulder and grappling with his cellphone and passport.
Aside from being hurried and half-strangled with the cord of his own headphones, he looks good. Maybe a little too much.
“Are you wearing makeup? Your hair is properly styled, too.”
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