jyejunâ:
âwe must have our privacy.â yejun gave a nod at his pout, reaching up to tap his lips with his finger tip. yejun tilted his head up and narrowed his eyes at sewoonâs joke, then looking back at the tent and widened his eyes like he was going to do just that. he let out a heavy sigh and slumped his shoulders, âlookâs like that wonât work.â he spoke again with a short laughing, nudging sewoon with his elbow gently. âshould we ask nick to help? nickâs nice.â
his pout turned into a smile when yejun tapped his lips, almost as if he had a magic touch. sewoon was soon laughing at how yejun stared at the tent, lightly hitting his shoulder playfully. âyouâre such an idiot.â he joked, shaking his head. âyou sure you donât want to ask him just because you have a crush on him?â he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at him, keeping up with the running joke between them.





