"Are you sure this is safe?" The8 asked sitting on Jun's shoulders as The8 attempted to grab a handful of Cashews.
"Yeah, I'm too lazy to grab a ladder and plus your light." Jun explained as The8 sighed. "I know I'm light, but-" The8 didn't get to finish his sentence.
Jun lost his footing as they both toppled backwards, The8 nearly landing on Jun. "Ow." Jun cured in Chinese as he rubbed his arm.
"I told you that was a bad idea!" The8 blurted out in Chinese, causing both of them to freeze.
"You speak Chinese?!" Jun asked, sitting up to face the younger.
"I am Chinese you cookie head." The8 groaned as he sat up aswell. "Suprised it took you this long to figure it out." The8 said.
"Kun and I had our suspicions but I wasn't about to go ask- wait that means you understood everything I've said?" Jun asked.
"Obviously! That's how it's works." The8 said bluntly. "You owe me a bottle of wine from the tasting room as an apology." The8 said as Jun looked at him in confusion.
"I don't know why but fine." Jun said standing up and holding his hand out for The8.
"Well, just because I'm a model, doesn't mean you can call me Catwalk as a nickname." The8 pointed out as he grabbed Jun's hand.
"Oh, right." Jun remembered addressing The8 with that name to Kun a few times. "What type of wine do you like?" He asked with a sheepish smile.
"Well I don't know what you guys have so we can go on our break?" The8 suggested.
"That's a lie, Yuta has mentioned you coming in nearly 3 times. If you just wanted to spend time with me then you could have just said so." Jun teased as The8 playfully punched his shoulder.
"Whatever you dummy, go get the ladder. These cashews aren't going to pick themselves." The8 shooed him off.
