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First, Joong and Pond stood on the balcony of their grand mansion, the night air cool against their skin. All three wore matching expressions of defeat, each clutching a pillow like a badge of shame.

First broke the silence. "Well, this is embarrassing."

Joong groaned. "Speak for yourself. At least you weren't thrown out wearing bunny slippers."

Pond raised an eyebrow, gesturing to Joong's feet. "Wait, those are yours? I thought they belonged to Drunk."

"They were Drunk's. He gave them to me when I stepped on a thumbtack last month. Romantic, right?" Joong muttered. "Now they're my walk-of-shame footwear."

First chuckled. "At least you didn't get hit with a throw pillow. Khaotung's aim is scarily accurate."

Pond snorted. "What did you even do, First?"

First sighed dramatically, plopping onto the balcony floor. "I may or may not have used Khaotung's skincare products to clean a paint smudge off my face. Apparently, that's a capital offense."

Joong whistled. "Oof. Khaotung doesn't play when it comes to his skincare. But you're not innocent either, Pond. What's your sob story?"

Pond scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well... Phuwin found out I accidentally fed his koi fish dog treats."

Both First and Joong burst into laughter. "Dog treats?!" First gasped. "Why would you even-?"

"They were in a similar jar!" Pond protested. "I thought they were special fish snacks! How was I supposed to know?"

Joong wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh man, Phuwin must've flipped."

"He didn't even yell," Pond said, shuddering. "He just gave me the look and said, 'Out.'"

First patted his shoulder. "Tough break, buddy. But what about you, Joong? What got you the bunny slipper banishment?"

Joong winced. "Drunk caught me trying to fix the washing machine. With duct tape."

There was a pause before Pond, and First erupted in laughter again.

"You-duct tape?!" Pond wheezed. "You're lucky he didn't throw the washing machine at you!"

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The Living Room - Meanwhile

Khaotung, Drunk, and Phuwin lounged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn shared between them. They were all still fuming, but their annoyance was peppered with amusement.

Khaotung was the first to speak. "Can you believe First? He used my limited-edition face mask to wipe off paint. PAINT!"

Phuwin nodded sagely. "Unforgivable. That's like Pond feeding my koi dog food! I mean, who even does that?"

Drunk shook his head, his arms crossed. "At least yours are still alive. Joong almost killed the washing machine! I told him not to touch it, but noooo, he said he'd 'fix it.' With duct tape."

Khaotung let out an exaggerated gasp. "Not the duct tape. Classic Joong move."

Phuwin grinned. "What about the way they all looked when we kicked them out? First had the audacity to look offended when I threw his pillow at him."

"Joong didn't even fight back," Drunk said, smirking. "He just waddled out in those bunny slippers. I almost forgave him because of how ridiculous he looked."

Khaotung cackled. "And Pond tried to bribe me with chocolate. Like that was going to work after what he did to my koi."

The three dissolved into laughter, throwing mock insults at their hubbies' expense.

"I swear," Phuwin said, shaking his head, "we're raising children, not husbands."

Drunk grinned. "They're lucky they're cute."

Khaotung smirked. "And lucky we're too soft to stay mad forever."

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The Balcony - Later

The three hubbies huddled together, their spirits slightly lifted after sharing their woes.

"So... what's the plan?" Pond asked.

First shrugged. "Apologize. Grovel. Maybe cry a little."

Joong nodded. "Throw in a heartfelt speech. Drunk's a sucker for those."

"And gifts," Pond added. "Phuwin loves when I bring him flowers."

First sighed. "Alright, gentlemen. Let's go win back our baby hubbies."

As they marched downstairs, ready to face their fates, one thought echoed between them: Never again.

Well, until the next time.

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