do i really have to warn that there's language in my crack chapters istg
ymc slammed his hands on his desk, his ugly ass chickenpox looking face happy. "since you dumb slaves are signed with me until december and idk if you'll resign, i got you a new album that'll be immediately after nothing without you because i'm a fuck like that."
daehwi massaged his bandaged ear. "this is why that one fan sent you beverly hills chihuahua, you're a dick."
"DON'T EVER SPEAK OF BEVERLY HILLS CHIHUAHUA," ymc roared, "those dogs are probably dead now and nobody cares anymore!"
"what's the damn title and the stupidass math equation with one?" sungwoon asked, bored, looking at his beautiful 4 inch long nails that he painted together with jisung, they were glistening blue.
"the title is you make me, and the math equation is square root of 1." ymc stated proudly. minhyun looked highly confused, leaning forward in his chair of teddy bears.
"what's the square root of 1?" he inquired, genuinely not knowing. jinyoung slammed his forehead on the desk, causing daniel's jellies (which he wasn't supposed to have) to scatter all over the desk and floor.
"isn't it 2838392999999?" guanlin asked, his eyebrows scrunching together. jinyoung slammed his head again on the desk, now jaehwan's chill falling to never be found again.
"it's actually just 1," jihoon laughed, scooting away from jaehwan who was twitching. jaehwan's eyes were wide and they seemed to be going <.>, while daniel was hyperventilating.
"daniel is finally having his child," jisung huffed, "i've always wanted to be a grandparent, he took so damn long. now where's my baby woojinie?"
woojin climbed into jisung's lap, clinging to the eldest boy. "i'm wigt here, jiwungie," woojin giggled. jisung scowled and looked over the sparrow like boy's head to minhyun, who was just laughing loudly at the misfortune of the eldest boy.
seongwu, getting the vibe that he was being less funny than other members, leaped up onto the table, taking off clothes. "watch me, watch me!"
daniel spazzed out, clinging to the floor like a vacuum and eating his jellies off the dirty carpet. sungwoon just rested his feet on the table so daniel wouldn't find his legs in the way, brushing bits of dirt off of his flawless nails, his extensions brushing against his collarbone.
"tell me when you guys are ready for your next schedule," ymc informed them, still sat down despite the chaos around the room. daehwi rubbed jinyoung's red forehead, his skin discolored from the amount of times he slammed his head on the desk. the last time he slammed his head on the table, he did it so hard the table tipped over and a half naked seongwu, who was tangled in his belt, was flung onto guanlin, who still seemed to be pondering how the square root of 1 was 1.
"how am i the leader to a group of monkeys..." jisung muttered, tilting his head up as woojin buried his face into the eldest boy's neck. minhyun shrugged, sipping sparkling water while watching the drama go down, enjoying himself.
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