It was a late Saturday night, four months into know Junhong, when Yongguk realized his feelings. They were watching movies with the now dating Himchan and Jongup, the two were grossly making out and Yongguk and Junhong found it rather distracting.

They quietly moved from the couch and made their way into the kitchen for some snacks and Yongguk sighed.

“They are impossible.”

“Horrible even,” Junhong agreed, ruffling his hair as he leaned on the counter. Yongguk looked at him, and his fingers twitched to grab a hold of a camera that wasn't there. He cursed himself for forgetting it. The younger noticed and chuckled.

“Am I in the perfect position?” he mused, glancing at Yongguk through is lashes.

Yongguk suddenly felt hot. At this moment, did Junhong look the most attractive to him. Not when he was on stage in that clothing – but now, in a long sweat shirt with a penguin stitched in the , and a pair of jeans, with fuzzy socks. His hair messy and grin. He was perfect, he was beautiful.

Instead of saying, “you're always in the perfect position,” he replied with a laugh and shrugged his shoudlers.

“Maybe.”

He was screwed.