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[ hello : may contain quite
mature themes sorry ajdh ]

(( happy holidays <3 ))

❝ welcome to jace & sicheng's vlog! ❞

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youngmi smiled to herself once she turned the cafe's sign around earlier than usual today to commence their christmas celebration as the best of friends.

a much awaited gathering.

"do you have coffee with alcohol?" ryot asked once all their individual drinks were distributed. "i need it."

"you do not," taeyong interfered.

meanwhile, jace was setting his camera up in a more suitable angle.

"y'all better hype us up when we release this special vlog series," he told all of them, "it's called jcc."

"what does that mean?"

"jace's christmas with cunts, featuring sicheng."

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"all of these executive dudes are verified on instagram while i'm not and i still do not get it," johnny said, pointing towards all his verified friends he envied, "am i not the highest executive at the moment?"

"they probably don't like you," ahn was the one to explain his take, "because you've never posted about anything but pictures of buildings and 'i'm so proud of my company, we have the highest sales reputation for the 5th month, thank you networklyists, keep on working hard' and people don't like that."

"you could just show them your abs then let instagram do the wonders for you."

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"i refuse to believe jaehyun and haneul didn't secretly get married and now have their five kids in their basement. they look so, like, married-ish."

"i just don't want my last name to change."

"you won't marry because you wanna keep your last name?"

shamelessly, haneul said, "yes."

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"how's nixie?"

the group noticed how unusually quiet mark was, causing them to shift to a topic they knew would interest him.

he was startled a few minutes after noticing that all the attention was on him, faking a smile for some reason there and then.

"fine, i guess."

"video call her!"

hesitation was clear. "u-uhm.... oh yeah wait."

"what d— oh my god," the slight (yet confusing) irritation seen when she first picked the call up broke into her signature dimpled smile, happy to see her former colleagues again, "guys!"

and just like that, the phone was being passed on.

taeyong just knew something was up, so he nudged an indifferent mark by his shoulder asking, "are you two okay?"

"of course," he answered in a tone which was barely audible, but noticeably insincere.

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"how about you, seoyeon. how's raising your daughter going?"

when seoyeon's eyes rolled with an obvious indication of annoyance, they all knew the question asked was wrong. very wrong.

"do you guys not have more interesting topics to bug me on?" her voice's volume seemed to have increased as it was mixed with slight anger, "every damn time we meet you guys just have to ask me about my kid like, can i not chill? do you not want me to chill?"

her sermons didn't seem to have changed, even by the littlest bit.

"yeah, she's still scary as fuck."

"why are you asking anyways? do any of you have the big news?"

yuta gave byul a look before voluntarily replying, "no, but maybe tomorrow morning."

it didn't take a long time him for her to process either. "fuck you."

"mhm."

but one very, very serious glare made him give in right away.

"okay, it's a disrespectful joke, i'm sorry, i won't say it again."

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"when are you gonna get married?"

jungwoo and kiki were honestly so tired of this question.

and the fact that their friends were trolling them about it didn't help at all.

so with all the intimidation he could possibly have built up, the man said, "the day your mom dies."

not like it worked though.

"i— should that be threatening?"

"you do know ahn would kill his mom without batting an eye if he had no reputation to build."

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while his eyes were fixated to the scenery outside the glass window, jungwoo couldn't help but notice one thing.

"why is there a camera?"

there stood a girl, her camera pointed towards them and, more specifically, the entire cafe.

and of course, being the paranoid people they were near cameras, the group of twenty began panicking.

"holy shit."

"is this part of jace's jcc thing?"

"i thought we went to seongsu's funeral last august," jaehyun squinted, "why is dispatch still there?"

saerom's voice was sadly too soft for them to pay attention, but hey, she tried. "guys are we even—"

"that bitch had a funeral?"

"call the police."

"guys—"

"what's the police gonna do?"

"are we even sure it's dispatch?! what if it's just a photographer who likes the cafe's aesthetics?"

and although saerom finally got to raise her voice and express her insight, her own boyfriend didn't listen.

you see, being the slick kid he thought he was, haechan shot the girl a middle finger without much thought.

only to see that it was an awfully young yet tall kid behind the camera, running to her mother in fear afterwards.

"i knew it. it's a child."

"well... i'm your baby so what's the difference?"

and with that, he began forcefully acting cute.

absolutely unnecessary.

absolutely painful to the eyes of anyone but saerom.

what's the connection—

"eugh," doyoung cringed, hiding the expression under a whisper, "disgusting."

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"what happened to haechan's singing competition?"

the boy took a deep breath upon hearing the question he's been longing to answer ever since. it was as if he was planning to turn it into a prolonged discussion.

"yeah, well i didn't get to attend to the second round of auditions thanks to my new bitch ass shitty hell of a boss and at that moment i just knew why i hated him at first meet like how—"

saerom couldn't do anything anymore but helplessly facepalm. "not this rant again."

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"this video is probably starting to get boring for the viewers, all we did is talk," jace intervened in the middle of a very unimportant yet interesting argument, "what if we do that all the orders of coffee review thing? it'll help your business too since we're pretty much trending."

"as long as you pay for it, go."

"how much would that be?"

"well if you add the amount of—"

the thought of his dying wallet then popped into his mind right after hearing numbers which served as the expenses he was bound to pay.

sure, he loved his followers, but he was broke and was a firm believer that capitalism should go fuck itself.

"on second thought, no thanks."

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"smoke break?"

"oh yeah, haven't had that for a while."

"pass it on."

youngmi simultaneously shot all of the ones eager to engage a look of distaste. "nuh-uh, not inside my cafe you are not."

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"aren't y'all going overboard with the music? the same song has been playing for the past hour."

the lighthearted song accompanied by soothing vocals boomed through the four speakers that surrounded each corner of the cafe.

and it did actually fit the vibe.

"the jcc viewers won't like repetition."

"does everything have to be about jcc?"

"of course it does."

"it's taeil's queue."

"no, it's haneul's."

"what? i thought it was jaehyun's."

"it's mine," youngmi stepped up after the mini pointing session. "i reserve that song for special occasions like these y'know. it reminds me of the glory office days in 2017."

"glory days as in being treated like celebrities and having no privacy check." sicheng chuckled.

ryot then came to a realization. "wait, you didn't even work at networkly."

"still."

they momentarily enjoyed listening to the song they've heard for the nth time that day, still familiarizing themselves to its elements.

"isn't that sung by those hot dudes?"

"which hot dudes? specify."

"the ones with the kinky songs."

"ah yes yes yes, those. doyoung's pretty much older than most of them but the way he simps is different." saying this made ahn earn numerous smacks on the shoulder from the mentioned boy. "like, pedophile much?"

fun fact : today, he was really just in the mood to expose some nice tea and this was just one of those stories.

"i just like seeing quality men of all ages in my free time, okay?"

but instead of making it a subject to laugh at, everyone seemed to express agreement.

"i don't blame him, that winwin guy is pretty hot."

"but like, have you seen yuno?"

"youngho though."

"nah, it's minhyung for me."

"woozi," taeil said, silencing their indistinct chatter regarding the previous men they talked about.

exaggerated judgemental stares were then pointed towards him, leaving him there with his signature blank, clueless smile.

youngmi was the first to pipe up, "you boomer! woozi's from ikon."

more awkward silence.

more cringing over the fact that she was proud of her 'correction'.

"stop arguing, you're both boomers."

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— a/n !

yes the song is elevator
what did you even expect