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Sunghoon was literally sweating. He was just finishing his recording session a couple of minutes ago and got held back by the view of Jay sitting leisurely on a couch at some holding area near their dance practice’s bathroom. Well Jay literally did nothing, Sunghoon might just have the sudden temptation to join him and get his muscle some rest. Recording days were always the most exhausting ones, or maybe it was just him getting older (or whatever his 24 year-old ass claimed he was).
A paper cup filled with water was in his right hand, ready to be chugged down when his phone rang. It was Sunoo. All he knew was that the younger had been filming outside since the afternoon. As of now, maybe he was still out and it was just a call asking if he wanted Sunoo to bring over some drinks, that’s so sweet of him. Although Sunghoon would usually be the one treating him stuff, he was no stranger to the idea of the younger doing things for him. He would let him do whatever he wanted to do to indulge him. Maybe because the cute squeak coming out of his pinkish lips was one of the things he could go through his day with. Or maybe because he simply found the younger cute when he seemed so invested over something, his countless pouts and all.
And that’s.. that. We’re going to save some more for the other day but now Sunghoon. Needed. To. Pick. Up. The damn call!
“Hello,”
Jay, who was initially about to doze off, suddenly got woken up by the noise coming from Sunghoon. He knew right away the call was from Sunoo. It was just the usual type of conversation between two of his best friends but still, he could not deny how hilarious the sight of Sunghoon’s cheeks blooming with crimson tint. The constant bobbing of his Adam's apple was clearly and embarrassingly visible now. Wow, Sunghoon likes Sunoo down!
In contrary to how he looked like right now, Sunghoon kept throwing loud uncle sulky remarks to Sunoo, expressing his suspicions he had with how weird Sunoo acted now, wondering why the younger kept asking him to say specific sentence to him. Some random clues being thrown at him and they were all strange like:
- “You kept buying me desserts, remembering how I would like them. You do that because you ‘what’ me?”
- “Hyung, please!! You took good care of me in general. I appreciate that. But really, what's the reason behind it?”
How could that not catch him off guard? Thank God his PhD on brushing things off always helped him choose to pull the loud unc card babbling about non-sense as an effective strategy to dodge such provocative-random-tuesday-confrontations. He was completely not prepared for all of that.
“Is this some kind of prank?” he kept pushing for clarifications although of course, it is. But God forbid a guy just wanted to bag that angelic giggle sound as an incentive for being such a #tough_guy.
Before his heart could burst into pieces any seconds from now, he hung up the call and absentmindedly threw his phone across the couch he was sitting on. He took five seconds to close his eyes and basically try getting a breather just for it to be interrupted by some annoying snort coming from Jay.
“Just do what he asked you to do, Dude. You’re not that dumb.” He suggested.
“He was on a fucking live!”
“I swear if you make me intervene once again-“
“Literally no one asked you to do that. Just shut up.”
And somehow his phone was already in Jay's hand. That same-aged friend of him already made a call for Sunoo before Sunghoon could even move his ass to reach his phone back.
“Well since you’re an absolute loser, I would let Michael Bublé take over your stage to knock your slow ass some sense!”
‘Feeling Good’ started blasting so loud, it was embarrassing. Despite him being super pissed off right now, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard the younger screaming out his frustration upon being the receiving end of Jay's 101 Stupid Ideas to Flirt with Your Crush ancient book. For a split second he was lowkey amazed by how creative his friend actually was. He would’ve thanked him upfront if it was not for his sudden annoying hums—thinking he ate. The mood right now turned into ambitions to punch the smug out of that face.
After Sunoo hung up the call, he snatched his phone immediately. He then wiped its screen with his t-shirt after accidentally catching Jay spitting as he laughed his ass off while carrying out his stupid action.
“God, when will you get out of my business?!”
“I won't. Never. And you are soooo bagging him soon!”
“He would think I'm weird.”
“Isn't that basically your selling point?”
“Yeah, say that again alongside your death wish, Park Jongseong!”