Jinki was standing next to their booth in all his handsome glory, wide smile stretching from ear to ear, eyes crinkled into charming crescents, red hair short on the sides and the top brushed back, tank top revealing a toned expanse of chest and muscular arms. Kibum tried not to moan at the sweat that slowly dripped down Jinki’s neck.

“I was working out nearby when I got Minho’s text,” Jinki tells them with a smile, noticing the way Kibum was eyeing the sweat, oblivious at the way the younger man was practically ogling him. Taemin rolls his eyes, scoffing at Kibum’s expression before yelping in pain when Jonghyun pinched his thigh in warning.

“Taemin and I were just about to leave,” Jonghyun says with measured words as an impish grin spreads across his face, “but I know Kibum would love to stay and talk.”