Ship/Member: wonhoshua, jeongcheol that’s jihancheol if you squint. or if you’re jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: joshua’s boobs, what we’ve all been missing: yoon jeonghan’s opinion on the great wonhoshua dumbbell vlive incident of 2019 Permission to remix: Yes wc: 2,243
this is deeply silly, I apologize. I normally take my wonhoshua very seriously, I promise
***
As Jeonghan watches, Joshua finishes his third set on the chest press machine, takes his third mirror selfie, opens up his chat with Wonho, sighs, and deletes the photo. For the third time that evening.
“If I have to watch Shua psych himself out of sending Wonho thirst traps one more time tonight I am going to end his life right here and right now in this stupid gym,” Jeonghan says.
“Please don’t,” Seungcheol replies. “I need to use that machine next.”
“If he gets any more impressive we’re going to have to add sports bras to the wardrobe budget,” Jeonghan says with a scowl. “I can’t take this any more.”
He stands up from where he’d been reclining on some sort of ab machine, probably. It’s not like he knows what any of the machines do. He’s not even here to actually work out, he just tags along as eye candy. The dorm gets boring when all of Jeonghan’s favourite himbos go to the gym at the same time.
Joshua is still sitting at the chest press, posing again. Peace sign this time. Jeonghan gags as he sneaks up behind Joshua and snatches the phone from his hands.
“Hey,” Joshua says mildly. Jeonghan can’t even faze him these days. It’s sick. “I was using that.”
“Not effectively, you weren’t.” Jeonghan waves one hand dismissively, using the other to navigate back to Joshua’s chat with Wonho and attach a photo. “Done,” he declares after hitting send. “You’re welcome.”
Joshua does half a flip to turn around in the machine’s bench seat and wrestle the phone out of Jeonghan’s hands. Jeonghan returns it after a second of holding it above his head.
Joshua sighs in relief when he opens up the chat.
“See? You’re welcome.”
“I was just relieved you didn’t include some horrendous caption,” Joshua says, turning away from Jeonghan to type one of his own.
He doesn’t lean far enough, but the emojis he chooses to use in texting Wonho don’t bear repeating for the sake of Josh’s own dignity, so Jeonghan politely ignores them.
Jeonghan plays idly with one of Joshua’s ears while they both wait for Wonho’s response.
Jeonghan watches Joshua take a minute to frown before typing back a message that also starts with “haha” and narrowly resists slamming his forehead into the bars of the chest press.
Making his way back over to Seungcheol, Jeonghan sits on his legs and declares “We have to intervene.”
Seungcheol gives him an unimpressed look.
“It’s leg day, right? I’m helping.”
“Okay.” Seungcheol sighs and attempts a rep with the added weight. “So you’re going to intervene by… telling Joshua to be more direct?”
Jeonghan nods appreciatively at Seungcheol actually succeeding in the leg press. “What? No. By going behind his back and talking to Wonho. Obviously.”
Seungcheol dumps Jeonghan off of his lap. “I’m not helping with that.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! We can like, good cop, bad cop him,” Jeonghan offers, standing up and dusting himself off.
“Can I be the bad cop?” Seungcheol asks, unable to keep the interest out of his voice.
Jeonghan levels him a flat look, but quickly feels bad, so he pats Seungcheol on the cheek. “Maybe next time.”
Seungcheol frowns.
“You’d have to insult Shua, do you really think you can do that?”
“I don’t think that’s how good cop bad cop is supposed to go…” The furrow in Seungcheol’s eyebrows grows.
“And you would know? Are you a cop now?”
Seungcheol straightens up, squaring his shoulders. “I could be,” he argues.
Jeonghan pats him on the chest twice, enjoying the low thunk sound it makes. “No, you couldn’t, and that’s what I love about you.”
Seungcheol’s eyes curve up with a smile despite himself and Jeonghan marks it down as another win, already planning how to interrogate this “Hoseok” character.
— —
They corner him backstage at an award show. Well, Jeonghan corners him, Seungcheol sort of stands there apologetically without intervening.
“Wonho,” Jeonghan says like a death sentence. “We need to talk to you.”
Wonho cowers a little.
“Relax, it’s nothing bad,” Seungcheol adds.
Wonho notably does not relax. He’s also in full makeup though, so most finer expressions have been smoothed out with layers of mattifying powder.
“I’ll make this quick. Joshua Hong. Do you like him?” Jeonghan asks, devoid of inflection.
“Do I like him? Well, yeah,” Wonho replies quickly. “He’s nice!” He nods a little to himself, like he’s trying to decide if he agrees with what he just said or not.
Jeonghan exchanges a look with Seungcheol. This is going to be harder than they thought.
“He made me a bracelet once,” Wonho continues. He sounds thoughtful, like he’s one step away from stroking his chin as he reminisces. “And he always asks me how my workouts are going. Oh, and he gives me good feedback on pictures I’m thinking of posting to Instagram!”
Jeonghan narrows his eyes. “You send him photos?”
“Yeah,” Wonho says, blushing instantly. It’s like he can’t hide anything, the moment an emotion or thought comes to mind, it’s all over his face. Jeonghan wants to study him like a bug.
“That’s nice,” Seungcheol adds helpfully.
Wonho reaches to scratch at the back of his neck. “He’s saved me once or twice from posting something too risqué.”
Jeonghan feels light-headed processing this information. He has seen Wonho’s Instagram. He is well aware of the contents of the so-called donut shop. Joshua has been getting behind the scenes cuts and he wasn’t sharing them with Jeonghan?
Seungcheol places an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulder and Jeonghan feels the temperature of his blood dip back down below boiling. “Yes, he is helpful like that,” Jeonghan says stiffly.
Wonho blinks a few times. “So, um, it was nice catching up with you?”
“It was! We just hear a lot about you from Shua,” Seungcheol says. “So we wanted to talk to you ourselves, see if you are also… caught up. With him.”
“Yeah, we talked yesterday,” Wonho says slowly.
Seungcheol steals a quick glance to Jeonghan for help.
Jeonghan just smiles mildly. “You know, Joshua started working out because of you,” he says.
Wonho straightens up. “Yeah, we chatted about it and I gave him some tips for starting out.”
“Oh, no,” Jeonghan says with a laugh. “I mean, he started working out for you. Do you remember? That broadcast you did, where you talked about lifting poor Shua like a dumbbell?”
Wonho frowns. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You terrified him,” Jeonghan explains. “He had nightmares for months about you climbing in through the window and lifting him by his neck, crushing him. He thought if he bulked up, he could fend you off.”
An idol group walks by the, chatting loudly. Wonho falls silent, blinking back at Jeonghan.
“He’s kidding,” Seungcheol says after a moment. “It’s a joke, don’t mind him.”
“You should definitely mind me,” Jeonghan says. “Joshua keeps a knife under his pillow now, so don’t even think about trying anything.”
“Um, what Jeonghan means, is…” Seungcheol trails off, rubbing at his eyelids. “We know you two started sharing workout tips around then. And we just thought—Joshua is a charming guy. It’s nice to talk to other people who appreciate his charms. Like, his chest muscles! You know, I feel like I’m the only one who appreciates them sometimes, but they’re really the best.”
Jeonghan performs an exaggerated eye roll, crossing his arms. “Too charming if you ask me. When he works out, I swear his arms and chest grow so fast. I’m always telling him not to work out so often. Don’t you think?”
“Are you…” Wonho coughs. “Are you asking me what I think of his chest?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
Wonho looks like he might pass out, actually paling enough that his foundation is a match. Seungcheol’s hand tightens a bit on Jeonghan’s shoulder, the signal they’ve worked out for ‘cool it with the evil villain monologue-type speech’. Fair enough.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jeonghan catches sight of Joshua walking down the staircase nearest them. “I mean, look at him go,” Jeonghan says, turning to gesture at him while still facing Wonho.
Joshua rounds the corner without noticing them observing. His tits really do jiggle a little as he goes and Jeonghan has to admit it’s sort of entrancing. Shit, is he into that?
He shakes his head and refocuses on Wonho. “You should ask him out,” Jeonghan declares nicely. Not necessarily nice-sounding but it’s nice what he’s doing, really, so same difference.
Wonho studies him. “I should?” He asks, head tilted.
Seungcheol smiles his warmest peacekeeper smile. “You can’t not know that he’s into you?”
Wonho smiles back. “Well, sure. I know.”
It’s Jeonghan’s turn to blink dumbly. He doesn’t like it and makes a gesture for Wonho to continue.
“I mean, I know he's attracted to me, he's fairly obvious. I just didn’t think he was…” Wonho pauses to look pointedly at Jeonghan and Seungcheol, “available.”
“What does that mean?” Jeonghan says with a frown.
Wonho shrugs. “It just seemed complicated. Like whatever Changkyun has going on with Soonyoung and Wonwoo.”
Jeonghan fights a grimace at the comparison. “Look. I, for one, think you’re sweet. Forget the good cop, bad cop thing”—Jeonghan pauses to shoot Seungcheol a look for the pout on his face—“I like you and Shua likes you. If you’re interested, don’t play around with him or me. Why do you think it’s complicated?”
Wonho shrugs. “I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were,” Jeonghan replies.
Seungcheol coughs. “You kind of did.”
“I thought Josh liked stupid! It was a compliment!”
“No, Joshua likes nice.”
Jeonghan waves a hand. “Yeah, opposites attract. Same thing.”
Seungcheol pauses and then, like flipping a switch, turns the puppy eyes on. Jeonghan is spending way too much time with him. “You call me nice all the time. You think I’m stupid?”
Jeonghan purses his lips. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”
“I’ll leave you two to sort that out,” Wonho says and makes his exit.
— —
As Jeonghan watches, Wonho finds Joshua soon after. It’s almost immediately after his own performance, so he’s deeply sweaty and Jeonghan sniffs him out from around a corner.
“Sorry!” Seungcheol says, bumping into Jeonghan when he stops abruptly at the end of the hallway.
Jeonghan hushes him and ducks, peering around through a potted plant.
“You should’ve said something,” Wonho is saying, by the time Jeonghan’s in position and able to hear.
“I thought I was being coy,” Joshua replies.
Disgusting. Then again, Joshua doesn’t even look disgusted by how sweaty Wonho is, so maybe they’re meant for each other.
“Too coy,” Wonho says. “There’s nothing wrong with being direct.”
“Oh yeah?” Joshua asks. Jeonghan is going to topple over this plant and smack him. He’d let Jeonghan call Wonho the stupid one.
“Yes,” Wonho says simply. “I would like to make you dinner. And I’d like you to stay the night. And then I’d like to do it again next week.”
“Oh,” Joshua whispers, but Jeonghan can read lips. “Okay.” His stupid eyes are huge, staring up at stupid huge Wonho. Jeonghan is humiliated on his behalf.
Wonho laughs quietly. “Okay?”
“Yeah. I just… didn’t expect this.”
“I don’t have time for subterfuge,” Wonho says. “None of us do.”
Joshua hums. “Then why now? I’ve sort of been, um—I haven’t—I’m not the most subtle person.”
Jeonghan inhales a bit of dirt from the plant as he snorts out a laugh.
Wonho continues on, thankfully not noticing the interruption. “I thought you were unavailable.”
“Why? With who?” Joshua asks. He doesn’t need to sound that confused about it, it’s not that crazy.
Wonho turns around to nod at the potted plant. “Your friends,” he says.
Oh.
Jeonghan stands up and brushes dirt off his face. Seungcheol waves. “Don’t stop for me,” Jeonghan says, disguising blowing a little soil off the top of his lip as a derisive laugh. “Carry on.”
Joshua laughs too, like it rises out of him unexpected. “Well…”
“What?” Wonho asks, sounding for all the world like he really does intend to just carry on. Incredible.
“It is kind of complicated,” Joshua replies.
“That’s okay,” Wonho continues. Hold on, what? He just keeps talking. They’re just moving on? “Just be honest with me?” Wonho asks Joshua, tone tender. Okay, yeah, sure.
Joshua nods. “I can do that.”
A hand on Jeonghan’s collar drags him backwards. He back-pedals but ends up listening around the corner again, ignoring Seungcheol’s sighs. He’s just as interested as Jeonghan is.
“Then I can too!” Wonho is saying. “I think your chest looks great.”
Jeonghan hears Josh choke at the same time that he falls over with laughter. “This is the greatest day of my life,” he whispers to Seungcheol.
“So we can go now?” Seungcheol pleads.
“Yes!” Joshua replies.
“Thanks!” Wonho adds.
And that’s all Jeonghan needs to hear. Another job well done.
[FILL] joshua honkers..
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: joshua’s boobs, what we’ve all been missing: yoon jeonghan’s opinion on the great wonhoshua dumbbell vlive incident of 2019
Permission to remix: Yes
wc: 2,243
this is deeply silly, I apologize. I normally take my wonhoshua very seriously, I promise
***
As Jeonghan watches, Joshua finishes his third set on the chest press machine, takes his third mirror selfie, opens up his chat with Wonho, sighs, and deletes the photo. For the third time that evening.
“If I have to watch Shua psych himself out of sending Wonho thirst traps one more time tonight I am going to end his life right here and right now in this stupid gym,” Jeonghan says.
“Please don’t,” Seungcheol replies. “I need to use that machine next.”
Jeonghan swats him with a towel. “It’s pathetic!”
“I think it’s sweet.” Seungcheol shrugs. “He wants to impress him.”
“If he gets any more impressive we’re going to have to add sports bras to the wardrobe budget,” Jeonghan says with a scowl. “I can’t take this any more.”
He stands up from where he’d been reclining on some sort of ab machine, probably. It’s not like he knows what any of the machines do. He’s not even here to actually work out, he just tags along as eye candy. The dorm gets boring when all of Jeonghan’s favourite himbos go to the gym at the same time.
Joshua is still sitting at the chest press, posing again. Peace sign this time. Jeonghan gags as he sneaks up behind Joshua and snatches the phone from his hands.
“Hey,” Joshua says mildly. Jeonghan can’t even faze him these days. It’s sick. “I was using that.”
“Not effectively, you weren’t.” Jeonghan waves one hand dismissively, using the other to navigate back to Joshua’s chat with Wonho and attach a photo. “Done,” he declares after hitting send. “You’re welcome.”
Joshua does half a flip to turn around in the machine’s bench seat and wrestle the phone out of Jeonghan’s hands. Jeonghan returns it after a second of holding it above his head.
Joshua sighs in relief when he opens up the chat.
“See? You’re welcome.”
“I was just relieved you didn’t include some horrendous caption,” Joshua says, turning away from Jeonghan to type one of his own.
He doesn’t lean far enough, but the emojis he chooses to use in texting Wonho don’t bear repeating for the sake of Josh’s own dignity, so Jeonghan politely ignores them.
Jeonghan plays idly with one of Joshua’s ears while they both wait for Wonho’s response.
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Jeonghan watches Joshua take a minute to frown before typing back a message that also starts with “haha” and narrowly resists slamming his forehead into the bars of the chest press.
Making his way back over to Seungcheol, Jeonghan sits on his legs and declares “We have to intervene.”
Seungcheol gives him an unimpressed look.
“It’s leg day, right? I’m helping.”
“Okay.” Seungcheol sighs and attempts a rep with the added weight. “So you’re going to intervene by… telling Joshua to be more direct?”
Jeonghan nods appreciatively at Seungcheol actually succeeding in the leg press. “What? No. By going behind his back and talking to Wonho. Obviously.”
Seungcheol dumps Jeonghan off of his lap. “I’m not helping with that.”
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! We can like, good cop, bad cop him,” Jeonghan offers, standing up and dusting himself off.
“Can I be the bad cop?” Seungcheol asks, unable to keep the interest out of his voice.
Jeonghan levels him a flat look, but quickly feels bad, so he pats Seungcheol on the cheek. “Maybe next time.”
Seungcheol frowns.
“You’d have to insult Shua, do you really think you can do that?”
“I don’t think that’s how good cop bad cop is supposed to go…” The furrow in Seungcheol’s eyebrows grows.
“And you would know? Are you a cop now?”
Seungcheol straightens up, squaring his shoulders. “I could be,” he argues.
Jeonghan pats him on the chest twice, enjoying the low thunk sound it makes. “No, you couldn’t, and that’s what I love about you.”
Seungcheol’s eyes curve up with a smile despite himself and Jeonghan marks it down as another win, already planning how to interrogate this “Hoseok” character.
— —
They corner him backstage at an award show. Well, Jeonghan corners him, Seungcheol sort of stands there apologetically without intervening.
“Wonho,” Jeonghan says like a death sentence. “We need to talk to you.”
Wonho cowers a little.
“Relax, it’s nothing bad,” Seungcheol adds.
Wonho notably does not relax. He’s also in full makeup though, so most finer expressions have been smoothed out with layers of mattifying powder.
“I’ll make this quick. Joshua Hong. Do you like him?” Jeonghan asks, devoid of inflection.
“Do I like him? Well, yeah,” Wonho replies quickly. “He’s nice!” He nods a little to himself, like he’s trying to decide if he agrees with what he just said or not.
Jeonghan exchanges a look with Seungcheol. This is going to be harder than they thought.
“He made me a bracelet once,” Wonho continues. He sounds thoughtful, like he’s one step away from stroking his chin as he reminisces. “And he always asks me how my workouts are going. Oh, and he gives me good feedback on pictures I’m thinking of posting to Instagram!”
Jeonghan narrows his eyes. “You send him photos?”
“Yeah,” Wonho says, blushing instantly. It’s like he can’t hide anything, the moment an emotion or thought comes to mind, it’s all over his face. Jeonghan wants to study him like a bug.
“That’s nice,” Seungcheol adds helpfully.
Wonho reaches to scratch at the back of his neck. “He’s saved me once or twice from posting something too risqué.”
Jeonghan feels light-headed processing this information. He has seen Wonho’s Instagram. He is well aware of the contents of the so-called donut shop. Joshua has been getting behind the scenes cuts and he wasn’t sharing them with Jeonghan?
Seungcheol places an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulder and Jeonghan feels the temperature of his blood dip back down below boiling. “Yes, he is helpful like that,” Jeonghan says stiffly.
Wonho blinks a few times. “So, um, it was nice catching up with you?”
“It was! We just hear a lot about you from Shua,” Seungcheol says. “So we wanted to talk to you ourselves, see if you are also… caught up. With him.”
“Yeah, we talked yesterday,” Wonho says slowly.
Seungcheol steals a quick glance to Jeonghan for help.
Jeonghan just smiles mildly. “You know, Joshua started working out because of you,” he says.
Wonho straightens up. “Yeah, we chatted about it and I gave him some tips for starting out.”
“Oh, no,” Jeonghan says with a laugh. “I mean, he started working out for you. Do you remember? That broadcast you did, where you talked about lifting poor Shua like a dumbbell?”
Wonho frowns. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You terrified him,” Jeonghan explains. “He had nightmares for months about you climbing in through the window and lifting him by his neck, crushing him. He thought if he bulked up, he could fend you off.”
An idol group walks by the, chatting loudly. Wonho falls silent, blinking back at Jeonghan.
“He’s kidding,” Seungcheol says after a moment. “It’s a joke, don’t mind him.”
“You should definitely mind me,” Jeonghan says. “Joshua keeps a knife under his pillow now, so don’t even think about trying anything.”
“Um, what Jeonghan means, is…” Seungcheol trails off, rubbing at his eyelids. “We know you two started sharing workout tips around then. And we just thought—Joshua is a charming guy. It’s nice to talk to other people who appreciate his charms. Like, his chest muscles! You know, I feel like I’m the only one who appreciates them sometimes, but they’re really the best.”
Jeonghan performs an exaggerated eye roll, crossing his arms. “Too charming if you ask me. When he works out, I swear his arms and chest grow so fast. I’m always telling him not to work out so often. Don’t you think?”
“Are you…” Wonho coughs. “Are you asking me what I think of his chest?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
Wonho looks like he might pass out, actually paling enough that his foundation is a match. Seungcheol’s hand tightens a bit on Jeonghan’s shoulder, the signal they’ve worked out for ‘cool it with the evil villain monologue-type speech’. Fair enough.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jeonghan catches sight of Joshua walking down the staircase nearest them. “I mean, look at him go,” Jeonghan says, turning to gesture at him while still facing Wonho.
Joshua rounds the corner without noticing them observing. His tits really do jiggle a little as he goes and Jeonghan has to admit it’s sort of entrancing. Shit, is he into that?
He shakes his head and refocuses on Wonho. “You should ask him out,” Jeonghan declares nicely. Not necessarily nice-sounding but it’s nice what he’s doing, really, so same difference.
Wonho studies him. “I should?” He asks, head tilted.
Seungcheol smiles his warmest peacekeeper smile. “You can’t not know that he’s into you?”
Wonho smiles back. “Well, sure. I know.”
It’s Jeonghan’s turn to blink dumbly. He doesn’t like it and makes a gesture for Wonho to continue.
“I mean, I know he's attracted to me, he's fairly obvious. I just didn’t think he was…” Wonho pauses to look pointedly at Jeonghan and Seungcheol, “available.”
“What does that mean?” Jeonghan says with a frown.
Wonho shrugs. “It just seemed complicated. Like whatever Changkyun has going on with Soonyoung and Wonwoo.”
Jeonghan fights a grimace at the comparison. “Look. I, for one, think you’re sweet. Forget the good cop, bad cop thing”—Jeonghan pauses to shoot Seungcheol a look for the pout on his face—“I like you and Shua likes you. If you’re interested, don’t play around with him or me. Why do you think it’s complicated?”
Wonho shrugs. “I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were,” Jeonghan replies.
Seungcheol coughs. “You kind of did.”
“I thought Josh liked stupid! It was a compliment!”
“No, Joshua likes nice.”
Jeonghan waves a hand. “Yeah, opposites attract. Same thing.”
Seungcheol pauses and then, like flipping a switch, turns the puppy eyes on. Jeonghan is spending way too much time with him. “You call me nice all the time. You think I’m stupid?”
Jeonghan purses his lips. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”
“I’ll leave you two to sort that out,” Wonho says and makes his exit.
— —
As Jeonghan watches, Wonho finds Joshua soon after. It’s almost immediately after his own performance, so he’s deeply sweaty and Jeonghan sniffs him out from around a corner.
“Sorry!” Seungcheol says, bumping into Jeonghan when he stops abruptly at the end of the hallway.
Jeonghan hushes him and ducks, peering around through a potted plant.
“You should’ve said something,” Wonho is saying, by the time Jeonghan’s in position and able to hear.
“I thought I was being coy,” Joshua replies.
Disgusting. Then again, Joshua doesn’t even look disgusted by how sweaty Wonho is, so maybe they’re meant for each other.
“Too coy,” Wonho says. “There’s nothing wrong with being direct.”
“Oh yeah?” Joshua asks. Jeonghan is going to topple over this plant and smack him. He’d let Jeonghan call Wonho the stupid one.
“Yes,” Wonho says simply. “I would like to make you dinner. And I’d like you to stay the night. And then I’d like to do it again next week.”
“Oh,” Joshua whispers, but Jeonghan can read lips. “Okay.” His stupid eyes are huge, staring up at stupid huge Wonho. Jeonghan is humiliated on his behalf.
Wonho laughs quietly. “Okay?”
“Yeah. I just… didn’t expect this.”
“I don’t have time for subterfuge,” Wonho says. “None of us do.”
Joshua hums. “Then why now? I’ve sort of been, um—I haven’t—I’m not the most subtle person.”
Jeonghan inhales a bit of dirt from the plant as he snorts out a laugh.
Wonho continues on, thankfully not noticing the interruption. “I thought you were unavailable.”
“Why? With who?” Joshua asks. He doesn’t need to sound that confused about it, it’s not that crazy.
Wonho turns around to nod at the potted plant. “Your friends,” he says.
Oh.
Jeonghan stands up and brushes dirt off his face. Seungcheol waves. “Don’t stop for me,” Jeonghan says, disguising blowing a little soil off the top of his lip as a derisive laugh. “Carry on.”
Joshua laughs too, like it rises out of him unexpected. “Well…”
“What?” Wonho asks, sounding for all the world like he really does intend to just carry on. Incredible.
“It is kind of complicated,” Joshua replies.
“That’s okay,” Wonho continues. Hold on, what? He just keeps talking. They’re just moving on? “Just be honest with me?” Wonho asks Joshua, tone tender. Okay, yeah, sure.
Joshua nods. “I can do that.”
A hand on Jeonghan’s collar drags him backwards. He back-pedals but ends up listening around the corner again, ignoring Seungcheol’s sighs. He’s just as interested as Jeonghan is.
“Then I can too!” Wonho is saying. “I think your chest looks great.”
Jeonghan hears Josh choke at the same time that he falls over with laughter. “This is the greatest day of my life,” he whispers to Seungcheol.
“So we can go now?” Seungcheol pleads.
“Yes!” Joshua replies.
“Thanks!” Wonho adds.
And that’s all Jeonghan needs to hear. Another job well done.