Jonghyun had a competitive streak the size of Atlantic. Not as much as Minho who was on the milky way level- but then again, Minho was a barely functioning all-muscles-no-brain jock with balls on his mind.

All the time. In both the literal and ual sense.

However that didn't mean that Jonghyun was decent company to leaave your dog with. He'll flash anyone (anything) that strikes his fancy. Particularly those fudging adorable ducklings they got as hoobaes who hung around Minho too much just because he was tall.

Jonghyun figured he only cared because they were new meat to hit on and pound into, but also because Minho was violating the Secret Pact. It was Capitalized because only Jonghyun knew about it , and it stated clearly that all fresh meat? Was his. Both the y kind and the yummy kind. Minho had crossed him one too many time, he thought, polishing his man machine in preparation of battle..

Mercy existed no more.