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Jaejoong hefted a large case of weapons off the dusty dirt floor and into his arms, his muscles rippling as the sunbeams bounced off the glistening sheen of sweat covering them. Yunho glimpsed down from his spot on the truck's back every now and then, inconspicuously checking the beautiful and delicate yet hard working sight of Jaejoong before him or so he believed.

"Eh rookie! Hand me the keys to the store room."

Yunho stood to his full height hands upon his hips as he squinted his eyes and looked down at the corporal regarding him.

"I thought the Lieutenant handed you your own pair, why do you need mine?"

Swings clicked his tongue and eyed Yunho dirtily with a hand raised threateningly.

"Ah cham... You've got quite a snazzy mouth on yuh dont yuh? Pretty boys like you should stick to only letting cock enter and leave their traps!"

"Tsk, as expected words as disgusting as your overtly pudgy stomach."

Jaejoong intervened on the conversation, his focus though still on the weapons as he inspected them and wrote on his work sheet.

"Oh? Jaejoongie!"

Swings smiled mockingly and slapped him hard on the back a loud wet slap sounding through the hot summer air. Yunho tensed up, his body already entering fight mode.

"I 'ave a special job for ya out back kid, heard you can belt notes. I wonder how high you can go eh?"

Jaejoong stood and shrugged Swing's hand off his shoulder a fierce glare directed at the sunburnt tomato.