That was me merely helping out a friend—” Junhui tried to defend himself, but Sicheng wasn’t having it. Junhui looked to Minghao for help, but the younger was enjoying everything way too much.

“A friend! How in the world did you get Chou Tzuyu to be your friend ?” Sicheng threw his hands up in the air.

Junhui sighed and laid back down, feeling very exhausted by the chaotic energy his friends were forcing upon him. “Well, it helps when you’re the only guy on campus—that isn’t entirely attracted to men—that isn’t hitting on her. I helped out one day last semester when a guy was being a bit too aggressive, then I apologized if I made her uncomfortable, she waved it off and thanked me, and we were on our own ways. Except, I kept running into her, she kept running into me, guys kept trying to hit on her even when she wasn’t interested. We kind of built up this system based off of silently, yet carefully placed trust,”

“Better love story than Twilight, I’d say,” Minghao giggled.

“It’s not a love story,” Junhui pointed out weakly.

“Oh, it’s definitely a love story.” Sicheng grinned, clapping excitedly. Junhui opened his mouth to say something, but once again, Sicheng wasn’t having it and Minghao wasn’t going to back him up on this either. So Junhui sighed, turned back towards the wall, and continued scrolling through his phone as he ignored his best friends wistfully planning his and Tzuyu’s future wedding that wasn’t going to happen—especially not when the theme of said wistful future wedding was animal print.