Teasing was frequent in a group with members like B.A.P. All of them were close; Yongguk would have never dreamed of having another set of friends to spend such copious amounts of time with. Any argument was easily settled and any teasing was clear to be just teasing, nothing more and nothing less. But lately, the leader could see things getting out of hand. He, himself, had even laughed at a few comments made about Himchan’s weight. He was guilty, too. But before, it didn’t seem to be taken to heart as much as it had anymore. Maybe it was because back then, Himchan really didn’t have much weight to worry about--but the long hiatus did result in him putting on a few pounds, not that Yongguk really saw as a problem anyway. He still looked as good as ever, and the extra pounds made him healthier. Plus, he’d never admit it, but it did give his thighs a beautiful enhancement.
“Why?” He responded, though he knew what answer he’d get.
He watched Himchan turn in front of the mirror, lifting up his shirt slightly to push his finger tips against what Yongguk only imagined to be soft skin. Himchan’s skin was always soft, but he’d never put his hands anywhere too personal himself.
“You know, they’re just joking.” Yongguk continued, adjusting himself under the sheets. He wanted to sleep, but the bright lights overhead made it hard to do so. He could never sleep in the dark, and Himchan hated the dark. He really didn’t care to be roomed with him, especially when he never stopped talking--just like then. But he let him, and he listened closely. He’d never disregard someone’s need to vent.
