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Kibum crumples the piece of paper and tosses it towards the bin. He's still focused on the dress and not the gift he has to buy for that guy he doesn't really like. The universe had to have been testing him, right? Kibum doesn't hate Christmas, he just doesn't like the fact that out of everyone to get for the company's stupid Secret Santa thing he had to get Choi Minho-a person who he hates more than anything.

"I'm no expert," Jinki starts, "But sorry seems to help." His voice cut through the thick silence. Minho's mouth opens and closes quickly. Sorry never crossed his mind, mainly because the feelings in his head swirled around so fast he didn't really think about anything. His feelings are too stupidly complicated to even try and understand someone else's. "It's really just a thought though. What do I know?" Jinki gets up, taking his empty bowl and cutlery, and he flashes Minho that smirk once again--God, Minho can't open this can of gag peanuts right now. Or ever. Jinki walks away and Minho can't help but watch the way sweatpants hug his thighs. He watches the way the fabric of his shirt stretches across his back. Goddammit, Minho can't help but think before going to wash his own plate in the sink.