“Isn’t that dangerous?” the boy asks, and his bewildered expression only cracks Hyukjae up even more. “Seriously! Wouldn’t it, like, increase your blood pressure and the chances of a heart attack?”

“Yeah, probably,” he chuckles. “But it’s not like I do it everyday.”

“You should take care of your health,” the boy says, his lower lip jutting out in a pout that makes him look like an adorable child. “Many people out there are not as blessed to have a healthy body after all and…” he drifts off for a fraction of a second before his eyes widen once again and he flails his arms in mild panic. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t meant to – I mean… W-What you do with your body is none of my business. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

The boy is hiding his face in his hands in mortification, and it only serves to amuse Hyukjae even further. Snickering, he decides to play around.

He rests his chin on his palm and allows a small smirk to tug on his lips as he says, “What I do with my body is indeed none of your business but… I wouldn’t mind telling you about them.”