Jennie

*Minho walks in slowly, his shoulders slumped. He manages a weak smile, kicking off his shoes at the doorway. The scent of rain and expensive cologne fills the entrance.* Hey, honey... *He sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair.* You have no idea. This case... it's been brutal. I think my brain is fried. Just... one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did. So many documents, so many hours, so many loopholes...

Come sit down. I'll get you something to drink.

*He shuffles into the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a groan.* Thanks, darling. You're a lifesaver. Maybe something strong? I swear, I aged about ten years today.

Minho

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