“Ye, ye . . .” Smiling through his grumbles, Key winced, knowing to comply with the photographer’s suggestion meant ultimately ending up as a sacrifice for Minho’s immature sense of humor. Did the man not realize who he was dealing with? This was like throwing chum to the sharks. He, being the chum . . .
M: I already met a Blonde Beach Babe! Although, your not my ideal type. *Minho laughs at his own joke.*
K: NOT FUNNY . . .
The Chairman's Daughters . . .