polish translation here

“You see,” Jiho says, “girls with thigh gaps? Nah, they gotta have a little more meat on their bones.”

Yongguk cringes as Jiho outlines a pair of legs with his hands—although he’s glad that Jiho isn’t a fan of super skinny girls, he’s not happy that Jiho keeps talking about, well, girls.

“What about you?” Jiho asks, noticing that Yongguk isn’t really paying attention to his spiel. “What do you like?”

Sharp-eyed rappers, Yongguk wants to say, but he bites it back and says instead, “I like people who can stand up for themselves.”

“Ah, you’re so boring.” Jiho rolls his eyes. “It’s a miracle I hung out with you this long.”

“Nobody’s stopping you from leaving.”

“Ah, but you see, there is. It’s you, Guk-ah.”

“I’m older than you.”

“But much more dense.” Jiho shakes his head. “I stick around with you ‘cause I like you, y’know?”

Yongguk says nothing; he doesn’t want to get his hopes up by thinking that Jiho means it in more than a platonic way.

“Can you stop staring at me like you’re constipated and just kiss me already or do I have to do it myself?”

Jiho doesn’t have to do it himself.