'That' Type
Picture This“Are you falling for that stripper?” HImchan asked, leaning his head through the kitchen window. Yongguk ignored him, instead he went about cutting the cucumbers for dinner. Himchan pouted, “It's just I never thought you'd be one for that kind of type.”
“What do you mean, 'that type.' ?” Yongguk muttered, glancing his friends way. Himchan hummed, “Now you listen?” he mused, before sighing.
“He's a stripper, he's probably hanging around you for your money.”
“He's a student too.” Yongguk cut in, “Who's paying his own way through school, and has his own apartment.”
“You already know so much?”
“We talk.”
“Just talk?”
“God dammit – “ Yongguk placed his knife down, and turned his glare towards Himchan, “Yes, we just talk! We don't , we don't do any of that – the only other thing is I have him model for me.”
“Model?”
“He has clothes on the entire time, and he just – he's a natural, he doesn't need to pose or anything. The camera loves him.”
Himchan scoffed, “Or maybe you do?”
“Shut up Himchan.” Yongguk cursed, and went back to cutting.
He didn't love Junhong.
Right?
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