“ oh jeeze.” Junhong muttered as he watched the elder leave, his heart racing a mile a minute. He raised his hands to his face and groaned. Why did Yongguk have to look so – y? Maybe the elder didn't realize it but, his hair was so perfectly messed up and his shirt's neck was a little long and damn those collar bones. Junhong glanced down and glared at the riding tent below his towel.

“Shut up you,” he muttered to his – before realizing how stupid he was being. Junhong groaned again.

God dammit.