“So what time do you wanna go see a movie on Friday? I have to go do some stupid family thing right after class, so I was thinking maybe we do like a nine o’clock? Get some food before?” Junhoe sank down next to Hanbin in their usual spot in the cafeteria, eager to dig into his lunch. He’d skipped breakfast again and he’d been certain that his stomach had been plotting to start eating its own lining during math.

Hanbin had been dreading this moment ever since he’d agreed to the date last night. He usually spent his Friday nights with Junhoe, but Bobby was busy the rest of the weekend and Hanbin really didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Bro, new tradition this weekend! Let’s do a Saturday movie instead!” Hanbin replied, wondering how much detail Junhoe was going to demand and how much he could skip.

Junhoe’s eyes narrowed immediately at Hanbin’s reply. “What’s going on Friday?”

Hanbin took a deep breath before answering. “I have plans.” Best to start with as little as possible and work his way up.

Junhoe looked annoyed at the answer. “Yeah, and they’re with me, .”

“I have a date.” Maybe a sudden info drop would frazzle him enough into not demanding details?

“ you mean you have a date?” Junhoe asked, and he sounded every bit as offended as he looked.

“Someone asked me out and I said yes.” Hanbin said, dreading having to give any further info. Why didn’t he come up with a fabricated story? Why? He’d had all day.

“Who the hell would ask you out?” Junhoe asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hanbin snapped back, playing into the offended game, hoping that maybe it could get him out of explaining himself.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” Junhoe replied, “I just mean, why haven’t I heard about this guy until now?” Hanbin shrugged, and Junhoe pouted. “Unless it’s your neighbour?”

. Why hadn’t Hanbin thought of that?? It was too late to use him now, though. “Nope, not the neighbour. You, uh, don’t know this guy.” That was kind of a lie, well not really, because Junhoe didn’t know him, but he would certainly recognize him... 

“At all?” Junhoe frowned, turning in his seat to look at Hanbin.

“Nope.” Hanbin met his eyes briefly before turning his attention to his lunch.

“What’s his name? Where did you meet him?”

“God, Junhoe, I didn’t think you’d want to play twenty questions!” Hanbin shot back, shovelling rice into his mouth.

Junhoe wasn’t falling for it though. “Don’t give me that bull, you always tell me about dudes you’re into. Who is this guy?”

“, give a guy a chance to eat first, mom.” Hanbin took a sip of his Pepsi, scrambling to come up with a story in his head. He could just tell the truth? Or at least partial? After all, it’s not like Junhoe would recognize the name.

“You’re acting super suspicious, Bin! I’m not gonna like this guy, am I?” Junhoe finally picked up his chopsticks, his stomach protesting at not being fed yet.

“Honestly, you’d probably like him,” Hanbin answered, and was about to say more but instead opted for another mouthful of food.

“But?” Junhoe prompted, because he knew how Hanbin’s brain worked.

But what? Bunny teeth.

“But, you’ll probably say he’s not good looking enough for me.” Hanbin answered, and he had to pat himself on the back because it was true. Junhoe was vain. Hanbin was not, but then when you had a face like Junhoe’s it wasn’t really surprising. You could afford to be picky.

“Bro, come on! How many times do we have to go over this? You’re nowhere near as ugly as you keep saying you are. You’re actually really cute, if you want my honest opinion. You’re not gonna date an ugly guy. Not on my watch.” Junhoe shook his head and felt like slapping some sense into Hanbin. He knew that Hanbin didn’t really think he was ugly, but he made enough self deprecating jokes about having a monkey face that it got on Junhoe’s nerves. He’d actually probably date Hanbin if he was a stranger, and Junhoe didn’t think about dating ugly people.

“Okay he’s not like, super ugly,” Hanbin actually thought he was pretty hot, at least at certain angles, “but he’s got a charm about him--”

“A charm?!” Junhoe interrupted. “, Hanbin! Love yourself, bro.”

Hanbin elbowed Junhoe. “Shut up!” Okay, this was actually going all right, maybe he’d just play up on the whole low standards thing that Junhoe always accused him of. Keep the topic off of who to save him from giving an answer.

“Seriously, I think I should meet this guy. I need to give him my approval before I let him take my Friday night plans away from me.”

“Absolutely not!” Hanbin replied, because there was no way Hanbin could get away with meeting Bobby in peace if Junhoe knew who he was.

“Come on, he doesn’t even have to know? Where are you meeting? We can go there together and hide, and you point him out when he gets there. I’ll wander up for a closer look, and then if I disapprove, we’re gonna go see a movie instead. If I approve, and that’s unlikely if you think I’m going to think he’s ugly, but on the off chance that I approve, then you can come out of your hiding spot and go meet him.”

Hanbin shook his head, half in amusement and half in disdain. Junhoe wasn’t even joking--he’d really do the whole thing if Hanbin agreed to it. “No! Honestly, it’s a first date, Junhoe, I might not even like him. If that’s the case I’ll text you and if you’re alone, which you probably will be because you’re annoying as and I’m the only person who likes you, then I’ll skip out early and we’ll go see a movie.”

Junhoe huffed again, shovelling in another mouthful of food. Why was Hanbin being so difficult? It felt weird. Hanbin never kept information from him (even on those rare occasions when Junhoe wished he would) so the fact that Hanbin wasn’t telling him details about this guy painted the whole thing in a really suspicious light.

“Okay let’s rewind, you didn’t even answer my question. What’s his name, and where did you meet him?” When Hanbin took a little too long to answer Junhoe called him on it. “You’d better tell me the truth, ! Don’t try and lie to me, you know you’re terrible at it.”

Oh God, what could he say? How could he phrase this in a way that would explain his unwillingness to tell him anything in the first place?

“Okay, well, his name is Bobby--”

“Is he American?” Junhoe interrupted, surprised at the possibility. Hanbin’s English was far superior to Junhoe’s own (mostly because he’d spent four years in the US as a kid, so his pronunciation was annoyingly perfect even if his vocabulary had taken a hit recently) but was it good enough to date some dude from abroad?

“No, he just lived in the US for a few years, and kind of adopted his American name. He’s Korean.” Okay, so far so good. 

Junhoe nodded, taking a mouthful of kimchi fried rice. When Hanbin didn’t say anything else Junhoe prompted him even with his mouth full. “Go on!”

“We met on the weekend,” Hanbin began, carefully leaving certain information out, “we met at the tournament.”

Junhoe looked every bit as scandalized as Hanbin had expected.

“I can’t believe you! This is why we have trust issues, . You were there for me, what are you doing chatting some random dude up?” Okay, Junhoe knew full well that maybe he was being a little ridiculous with his response to the situation, but still! It’s not like he was off the mark. Hanbin went to Junhoe’s tournaments to support him. Not to look for a boyfriend.

“See this is why I didn’t want to tell you!” Hanbin whined, playing up his reaction. “It’s not like I went there specifically to scope guys out--”

“Bull! You whined about how there was no eye candy on the first day--”

“Well yeah but that’s eye candy! You don’t converse with eye candy, you just look at it.”

Junhoe shook his head in disgust. “God, and you call me vain!”

“You are!” Hanbin retorted, downing a bite of pork. “Anyway, I met this guy when I was buying drinks--”

“I knew it!” Junhoe interrupted again, “I remember you took a while to get back and I asked you and you said that there was just a huge line and only one person working.”

. “Well, that was true! And while we--”

“It’s a lie! You actually told me you were delayed because some old person was trying to pay with a ton of change. Holy , Hanbin, you lied to me twice!” Junhoe dropped his chopsticks down onto his plate, appetite forgotten momentarily. Why was Hanbin lying to him?

Hanbin could feel his cheeks getting red and he quickly took a drink, swallowing it slowly and trying to stay calm in the face of Junhoe’s impending lecture. Any second now… 

“This is exactly why you shouldn’t bother lying to me!”

Here we go. 

“You’re a liar, you can never keep your story straight. God, you’d make the worst accomplice in a crime. I’d have to kill you afterwards in order to keep myself out of jail.”

Despite the lecture, Hanbin couldn’t help but grin. Junhoe was hilarious when he got upset. Maybe it was a move to lie to him about things, and maybe it was even worse for him to laugh when Junhoe called him on it, but he couldn’t help himself. Junhoe was honestly the most dramatic person Hanbin had ever known in his entire life and heloved it.

Junhoe paused in his rant, critical eyes on his best friend. Hanbin didn’t even look remorseful, Junhoe could see his eye smile already!

“I can’t believe my best friend is that selfish.”

“Oh come on!” Hanbin couldn’t help but laugh. “It wasn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad?! You sacrificed my hydration for a potential hookup!” Junhoe whined, picking his chopsticks up again.

Hanbin laughed even harder at that and felt tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Not to mention--” Junhoe started in again, “he’s not even hot? I think that’s the worst of it? I mean okay, fine, you’ve been single for a while and I get it, but if you’re going to compromise my health at least make sure it’s for a hot guy?!”

Hanbin nearly snorted Pepsi out of his nose and seconds later was caught in a coughing fit so bad that Junhoe reluctantly slapped him on the back a few times to help clear his airway.

“There’s your karma for lying to me, at least.” Junhoe remarked as Hanbin continued coughing into his fist.

Whatever. Hanbin would take it, so long as Junhoe didn’t ask for any further details.

Jinhwan had been going at it for over an hour already, taking advantage of the empty house to get in some practice for his upcoming examination. Even though Bobby’s parents never complained about the noise from his practice sessions (in fact they were the opposite, and encouraged him to play for them whenever possible) he still felt a little invasive about it.

He laid down on his bed to give his lips a rest, placing his trumpet down beside him, and reached for his phone. He read a few articles (celebrity gossip, a guilty pleasure) and was about to pick the trumpet back up when he got a message. He didn’t pay attention to who it was from and opened it, but the tone of the message made the sender so obvious that he didn’t even need to look at the name.

Heard about your results on the weekend—congrats! As always, I’m very proud of you. 

He stared at the message for longer than he should have, torn between deleting it without saying anything and making a phone call. In the end he opted for a one-word response.

Thx. 

Was it going to be the same after every competition this year? Forced into some attempted conversation by way of compliments? Jinhwan hated how much the words meant to him, how they had him switching back and forth between elation and rage, longing and detachment.

They were supposed to be over, so why was he still so stupidly caught up?

Whatever. It wasn’t worth obsessing over.

He stood and picked his trumpet back up, not wanting to waste his last hour of alone time. He needed to put in a lot of practice before his exam to make up for the time he’d lost over the weekend. He was planning on playing the first movement of Haydn’s trumpet concerto, and had been practicing it for over two months.

While he wanted to do the exam for his own reasons, he was also doing it to appease his mother. She desperately wanted him to place well and secure entrance into the music program at the National Arts University. He wanted it too, but…

Until two years ago he hadn’t really thought that there could be any option for him other than following his family’s plans, but then everything had changed. He’d gotten a new jiu-jitsu coach, a young guy who’d spent a few years studying in California with the legendary Gracie family, and his stories were everything to Jinhwan, they were whispers of a future he could probably have if he worked hard.

Just like that, his childhood dream of being named principal trumpeter with the Seoul Orchestra had been replaced with something that was both more exciting and a little simpler: opening his own jiu-jitsu studio. He’d still compete, of course, maybe internationally, representing Korea? But even if his dreams didn’t get that far, having his own studio and competing was enough. Training others in the sport that he lived for was enough to send him to sleep with a smile on his face most nights.

Or at least it had been. Still was, when he didn’t let his thoughts wander down certain paths. He looked back at his phone (he didn’t mean to, but his subconscious had gotten the better of him) and the red light had his stomach in knots.

He laid his trumpet back down and picked up his phone (maybe it was just a message from a friend?) because he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his music with the uncertainty looming over him.

It was exactly what he’d been worried about, though, the same question he kept dodging and hedging and not answering.

You have a chance to look over that application yet? I know California’s a long way away, but you should really think about this, Jinhwan. I think you’d learn a lot, probably get your black belt in a year if you really studied hard! I don’t want you to waste your talent. Just think about it, okay? I’m always here for questions. 

Always here for questions.

Where the were the answers, though?

He tossed the phone down and picked his trumpet back up, intent on putting it out of his head now that he’d read the message. Regardless of what he decided to do at the end of the year, he was still going to sit his music exam anyway.

But ten minutes into practice and the melody was sounding flat.

him! 

Jinhwan picked his phone back up, but instead of dialing the number he wanted to dial (whether to scream curses or talk about California, he wasn’t entirely sure) he called his mom. She picked up right away.

“Hello sweetheart! To what do I owe this call?”

Jinhwan smiled when he heard her voice. His relationship with his mother was an odd thing, and it didn’t help his situation at all. She flat-out refused to support his jiu-jitsu (to the extent of ignoring it entirely), but she was his biggest fan when it came to his music.

“Just practicing for my exam,” he answered, “wondering if you had a few minutes to take a listen?”

“Of course I do, baby! Facetime me so I can see you, it’s been too long since I’ve seen your handsome face.”

Jinhwan groaned into the phone, but it still made him smile. He rang her on the video app, grinning and waving when her face popped up in his screen.

“Hey mom!” Despite the continued disappoint over her treatment of his fighting, he missed her ever since he’d left home. He didn’t miss the arguments about his future, though.

“Ah there you are! You look good. Bobby’s family is feeding you well, I see!”

Jinhwan smiled and nodded. “Yeah, they’re still out at work right now, Bobby has basketball practice so I’m home alone.”

“Ah, a good time for practice. Well then let’s hear it!”

Jinhwan set his phone up on his desk, adjusting it so he was visible to her. Even when he was upset, playing for his mom had a way of ensuring he focused entirely on the music, shoving everything else out of his head. It wasn’t fear of a poor performance that drove him to play well for her, but his entire love of music came from his mother. She was a principal violinist for the Jeju orchestra, and had been for as long as he could remember. He played well because it was the strongest bond that connected them, and he wanted it to continue flourishing.

He took a deep breath and started to play out of memory, the movements coming to him second nature. He got through three minutes of it before making a huge error—flubbing a note so terribly that he had to stop and laugh.

He was met by the ringing laughter of his mother over the phone, and he looked at her with a cutely apologetic expression.

“Ah, sweetheart! Was that your attempt at an ad lib?” She , and Jinhwan grinned at her.

“It was a failed attempt, clearly!” That made her laugh too, and Jinhwan was grateful that she understood when to offer her actual critique, and when to laugh. He knew what he’d done wrong and he knew how to fix it, and she knew that he had it under control. But even the best musicians still made errors from time to time. It was an important part of human life.

“Well, I thought it was perfect up until then!” She continued. “Your playing is so gorgeous, sweetheart. Every time I watch you, I’m astounded at how well you play.” She paused for a moment to let it sink in, and he just smiled back at her. “I’m so proud of you, Jinhwan-ie.”

It felt so nice to hear those words from her.

“Thanks, mom!”

“Did your sister give you details on her performance in two weeks? You’ll be going to see her, won’t you?”

“Of course! I’m excited, Bobby’s dad is going to pick her up at the airport when she gets in, and we’ll have dinner with her on her first night.” Jinhwan’s sister, Seiyeon, was a flutist with the Jeju orchestra, and she was appearing in Seoul for a special show in two weeks time. Despite the six year Jinhwan was very close with his sister. He saw her slightly more often than his mother, but he still missed her just as much.

“Oh good! I’m sorry I can’t come up as well what with our recordings going on.”

“I know, it’s okay. It’ll be nice for us to spend some time together anyway.” Jinhwan had been thinking about asking Seiyeon for her opinion on the possibility of California, desperate to discuss it with someone in his family. Not that Seiyeon was a big fan of his jiu-jitsu, but she didn’t flat out oppose it the way his mother did. Maybe she’d even support his idea if he presented it to her properly?

Probably not, but it was a nice fantasy.

“Hey, Mrs. Kim!”

Jinhwan pivoted in just enough time to catch Bobby as he launched himself into the video frame, waving excitedly at Jinhwan’s mother.

“Hello, Bobby! What a pleasant surprise!”

Jinhwan slung his arm around Bobby’s waist. “I thought you had basketball for another hour?”

“Got cut short, and it’s a good thing, too! Why don’t you ever call your mom when I’m around?” Bobby scolded him teasingly.

“She’s my mom, Bobby! Maybe I want her to myself!”

“He’s so mean, isn’t he? I’m really trying to make him nicer, I swear!” Bobby joked, and it earned him an elbow to the stomach.

Jinhwan shoved Bobby back onto his bed before looking back into the phone at his mom. “I guess I should go, but thanks for listening to my piece! Next time I’ll watch my breathing at that spot.”

His mom smiled back at him. “Of course you will, I look forward to hearing the entire thing next time, okay?” He nodded and promised he’d call her soon, and Bobby popped back up as Jinhwan was saying his goodbyes, waving to Jinhwan’s mom. Jinhwan plugged his phone in when the call ended, bracing himself for the question he knew was coming.

“Did she say anything about--”

“No, of course not.”

“Did you ask her--”

“No! Bobby, we’ve been over this, and I really wish you’d respect my feelings on the subject. I made peace with the fact that mom doesn’t care about my fighting, okay? I won’t keep hassling her about it.” Jinhwan hated having this conversation with Bobby over and over again. He knew Bobby meant well, but Jinhwan was growing increasingly tired of hearing it.

“But it’s important to you, so it should be important to her too.” Bobby laid down on Jinhwan’s bed, stretching out completely. Jinhwan turned to fix him with an irritated glare.

“Why are you so pushy about this? Why can’t you just drop it like I ask you to? Honestly, you’re stressing me out.” Jinhwan grabbed his trumpet and began packing it away. Maybe he’d take it back out when Bobby’s parents got home and play a little for them.

Jinhwan didn’t mean to get pouty, but it was annoying, the constant lecturing about how important family support was. In his opinion, Bobby was lecturing the wrong person.

“Sorry,” Bobby said, half serious and half sarcastic, “I just want your mom to support you.”

“Why didn’t you say something to her, then? Take the pressure off of me.” Jinhwan sulkily replied.

“Maybe I will!” Bobby replied with a grin. “Next time you get her on Facetime let me know and I’ll give you some family counseling.”

Jinhwan rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he knew the lecture was over for now. He climbed onto his bed next to Bobby, slumping against him until his head was resting on Bobby’s chest.

“How’d basketball go, anyway? At least before it got cut short?”

“Good!” Bobby’s response was enthusiastic. “I dummied Chanu on some free throws today, it was great!”

“What a badass, picking on junior players!” Jinhwan teased, reaching out to tickle Bobby, who squirmed out of the way.

“Hey man, they gotta learn!”

“Doesn’t Chanwoo usually school you on free throws? How do you know he wasn’t just letting you win?” Jinhwan couldn’t help but over this, and he laughed when Bobby scowled at him.

“He wouldn’t do that, he’s got too much pride to fake lose, especially to me!” Despite the three year age difference, Bobby had taken Chanwoo under his wing, treating him like a real younger brother. Jinhwan thought it was cute. It didn’t help that Chanwoo had grown three inches over the year—he’d been shorter than Bobby when the year had started, and he’d just recently surpassed him in height. Bobby didn’t like talking about that, though.

“So, have you decided what you’re gonna wear on your date on Friday?” Jinhwan asked, rolling onto his stomach in order to look up at Bobby.

“Ah, I don’t know, I don’t need anything special, right? We’re just going to see a movie.” Bobby wasn’t really the sort who planned for things like this. But then again, he didreally like Hanbin, so should he put in more effort than usual? Would Hanbin?

“You need to look good! It’s supposed to be warm on Friday, so wear a tank top under a jacket so you can show off your arms. You were wearing a hoodie on the weekend, he doesn’t know you have muscular arms, does he? Unless you’ve sent him shirtless selfies?” Jinhwan squeezed one of Bobby’s arms, grinning when he made Bobby blush.

“No, I haven’t sent him any selfies!” Bobby thought Jinhwan was onto something with the tank top idea. Hanbin was an athlete, so he probably liked guys with nice bodies.Probably… 

“Good, wear your tighter jeans, too, it’ll emphasize your upper half.” Recently Bobby had started wearing baggy pants, and Jinhwan thought it was unfortunate. Bobby had a nice body, naturally lean and prone to building muscle on top. He was jealous of it, because despite being in top shape, sometimes Jinhwan thought he still looked a little soft, probably because of his face and his height. He envied Bobby’s ability to look intimidating.

“Do you think I should send Hanbin a selfie?” Bobby was still caught on the idea, but he didn’t know if it was too early to be sending each other pictures. He wouldn’t mind having a picture of Hanbin, though.

“Oh sure,” Jinhwan replied, grinning mischievously, “take it fresh out of the shower, complete with water droplets on your skin!”

Bobby pinched his arm. “I’m being serious! Would it be weird if I sent him one?”

Jinhwan studied Bobby’s expression, smiling when he saw that Bobby actually looked serious. “I can’t get over how cute you are with this whole thing! Honestly, I’ve never seen you act this way over a guy before.”

“What are you talking about?” Bobby questioned, not wanting to admit Jinhwan’s point.

“You’re actually asking me about timing. Is it too early to send a selfie? Are you kidding me? You never care about this sort of stuff!” Jinhwan was in a teasing mood, but he also thought it was really cute.

Bobby his side, temporarily shoving Jinhwan away. Okay, maybe Jinhwan had a point, but still!

“I just don’t want to this up.”

Jinhwan crawled up Bobby’s side until his chin was resting on his friend’s arm. “You’re not gonna anything up by sending him a really hot picture of yourself, don’t be ridiculous.”

“You don’t know that! What if he thinks I’m being too pushy? That’s a possibility, right?” Bobby wasn’t usually so self-conscious about the hazards of dating, but he’d never met someone he liked as much as Hanbin. He couldn’t help but be nervous.

“So ask him to send you one first?” Jinhwan offered, eyeing Bobby’s phone and feeling mischievous.

“Nah, that would be weird!” Bobby wanted to. God he’d kill for a cute selfie from Hanbin!

“Gimme your phone,” Jinhwan demanded, grabbing it out of Bobby’s hand and typing in his password, “I’ll settle this for you.”

Bobby groaned and thought about taking the phone back, but he figured Jinhwan was just playing with him, trying to into sending Hanbin a message. So instead he just laid back and let Jinhwan pretend to type out a message, not falling for his trick.

“Hi, cutiepie! Oppa misses your face, can you send me a pic? ” Jinhwan dictated, grinning back at Bobby. “Let’s see what we get!”

Bobby laughed at him. “Ah, that was good, I should take notes from the master.”

Jinhwan winked at him and was about to reply before the phone dinged with a received message. Bobby looked at him with wide eyes. Jinhwan hadn’t really sent that message, had he?

Jinhwan looked down at the screen, whistling in appreciation. “You know, I must not have gotten a good look at Hanbin! He’s even cuter than I remember. Kinda surprised he’s going out with you.” Jinhwan couldn’t help but tease, not dodging when Bobby pried his phone out of Jinhwan’s hands.

“I am going to kill you--” Bobby’s threat stopped immediately when his eyes fell on the screen. It suddenly didn’t matter what message Jinhwan had sent Hanbin, because the picture he got just now was perfect. Hanbin’s intense eyes were the focus, but Bobby also couldn’t help but stare at Hanbin’s perfectly pouty lips, too.

How on earth had he actually snagged this? 

Jinhwan grinned as he watched Bobby. This was almost like seeing a cute romance movie play out right in front of his own eyes, and it was refreshing. “You’re welcome, by the way!”

Bobby blushed and flopped back against his pillow. He quickly set Hanbin’s picture as both his background and his lock screen. He’d change it before Friday, because maybe that would be a bit much.

“Are you gonna send him one back?” Jinhwan asked, amused at Bobby’s blissful expression.

Bobby looked at their conversation, only now seeing Hanbin’s request for a return photo.

They were really doing this.

“What should I send him?” Bobby asked, suddenly nervous. Hanbin had just sent him the single most perfect picture Bobby had ever seen. How could he possibly send him something as good back?

Jinhwan reached for the phone again, opening the camera up and snapping a quick picture of Bobby laid back against the pillow. Bobby had an interesting face, in Jinhwan’s opinion. Sometimes he looked like the most attractive guy to ever exist, and other times the only word to describe him was definitely ugly . Bobby’s appearance relied on good angles. Jinhwan had managed to capture Bobby at his best, his sharp features softened in a half smile, with the added benefit of Bobby’s arm tucked in behind his head and showing off his bicep.

“Here you go, and once again, you’re welcome!” Jinhwan grinned as he watched Bobby’s expression.

“Wow,” Bobby stared at his own picture, somewhat in awe that it was his own face, “you should be my personal photographer. I always take such ty pictures, but yours always turn out so good!” He quickly set about sending it to Hanbin, his stomach clenched in nerves while he waited for a response.

“Just add it to my list of things I do perfectly!” Jinhwan replied, pleased at being able to help Bobby out. “Tell me what he says!”

Hanbin’s replies had come lightning quick and Bobby was beaming.

holy  
holy ? 
how are you so hot 
im so lucky 
thx oppa ;) 

Jinhwan grabbed the phone again just to read the messages, groaning out loud (though on the inside he was elated at Hanbin’s enthusiastic response) and he put the phone back into Bobby’s hand.

“God, you two are utterly disgusting, you know that, right?”

Bobby laughed and blushed, unsure how to handle the situation without looking like a fool. He always found it a little difficult to accept compliments (especially on his looks) but something about Hanbin’s compliments made him feel like the most attractive guy on Earth.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.