“Does your hand even have germs these days?”

Luhan, who joined Minseok at the line of sinks in the boy’s restroom, questioned the latter.

Minseok had developed a habit of scrubbing his hands clean quite often. It was summer and he despised his hands getting clammy with sweat.

“Better if they’re not there. I’m gonna kill ‘em all,“ he answered with a look of mock determination.

“Tut, tut, tut. Poor lil germs. Don’t you have a heart? Don’t you have sympathy toward those weak beings?” Luhan chastised his friend playfully, rinsing soap off his hands. “Have you thought about the newborn bacteria that didn’t have a chance to live, to see the world? You’re already going on a killing spree, you sinner, you criminal!”

“Shut your mouth, or I’ll slaughter your germs too.” Minseok threatened.

“I’ll protect my bacteria children at all costs.” Luhan clasped his soaked hands against his chest, backing away a step. “Over my dead body will you get to them,” he stated in a theatrical loud whisper.

“Oh?” Minseok twisted to look at his buddy with a menacing expression, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s see how you shield them from me, mother deer.”

They grabbed each other’s shirt collars before shaking the other boy hard, guffawing. Funny gurgling noises issued from Luhan as he got shaken fast.

The lavatory door opened and in came Jongdae and Yixing.

Their laughter fad