“Really, Cheol!” Junghan said.

“Isn’t he twelve?” Jisoo asked, looking confused.

“You really want to grouch about morality, here?” Seungcheol asked.

“You saw what he did to that big inmate his first day, right?” Junghan said, appraising his nail-filing. “He could’ve killed you.”

“He didn’t.”

“You can’t claim a wild animal.”

“The word you mean is “tame”.”

“Potatoes, sweetie. Look.” Junghan said, dropping the nail file on the table as he faced Seungcheol. “Maybe he liked it or was confused. Maybe he was so ually frustrated that the added pressure of seeing your beautiful, gorgeous, thick, spurting, juicy-”

“Junghan.” Jisoo prodded. Junghan blinked, looking back at the two of them.

“What was I saying?” Junghan tilted his head, gathering his thoughts. “He was and you were there and you kinda the boy to be honest. Don’t hope for a repeat. For your dkkk’s sake.”

“He liked it.” Seungcheol stressed.

“He was caught unawares. But believe me, now? He’s prepared for you.”

Looking over at Jihoon, Seungcheol had a feeling that Junghan was right. Because Jihoon was looking right at him.

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