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They are currently on a break from shooting their upcoming comeback title song, and Jihoon is looking around for the tiny mechanical fan that Soonyoung bought for him when something catches his attention.
Across the room, Jihoon sees Mingyu talking to Wonwoo. Mingyu has his lips in a perpetual pout, and though Jihoon can’t hear what Mingyu is actually saying, he’s willing to bet the man is nagging Wonwoo for something. Wonwoo has his phone in his hand, as always, but his eyes aren’t glued to the screen — his eyes are looking at Mingyu with the kind of fondness that Mingyu always seems to be able to coax out of Wonwoo.
In the end, Wonwoo seems to go along with what Mingyu wants because the smile that replaces Mingyu’s pout is big and bright enough to power the whole studio, and he’s dragging Wonwoo by the hand to go somewhere behind the on-set cameras.
“He takes care of Wonwoo very well,” says Jeonghan. Who was not here three seconds before. Jihoon almost curses.
“Don’t do that,” says Jihoon; Jeonghan just grins. “What does Mingyu want this time?”
“He wants Wonwoo to eat vegetables, ordered a salad for him and everything. Wonwoo hasn’t touched it since it came, so he’s pulling his ‘I’m very sad about this,’ card,” says Jeonghan.
“That worked?”
“You know Wonwoo,” Jeonghan says with a flick of his hand, “Mingyu is his favorite, he always caves in.”
“But I am his favorite though?” Seungkwan appears out of nowhere. Jihoon almost hits him in surprise. “What’s with you people and sneaking around?”
“No, seriously. I am Wonwoo hyung ’s favorite,” says Seungkwan with conviction. Jeonghan puts his hand on Seungkwan’s shoulder in commiseration but doesn’t say anything otherwise. “I am!” Seungkwan insists.
“Yeah, and my favorite is Soonyoung,” says Jihoon sarcastically.
Seungkwan and Jeonghan look at Jihoon like he’s stupid, which offends him. “What?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
This time, Jihoon does smack Seungkwan.