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3rd Person POV
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Junhui made sure that he was with Minghao as they walked to the showers but at the moment the younger boy didn't really mind as he was chattering happily with the taller, trusting that Junhui wasn't going to 'swap faces' anytime soon.
They quickly entered the cubicle and switched the water on, Minghao trying his best not to feel awkward again as he still wasn't very comfortable being completely bare in front of Junhui.
As he rubbed shampoo in his hair, he felt too aware of his ribs sticking out, holding back his laughter when he started thinking about how Soonyoung or Chan would probably poke him at this point.
Junhui's got quite a slim figure too, Minghao thought, except the difference would be that the older had a lot more muscle mass than bones visible.
"You checking me out?" Junhui joked, "I mean, you do still have that photo of me but I guess you think I'm better-looking in real life." Minghao rolled his eyes. "You're really testing your limits here, I'm pretty close to slapping you right now." Junhui giggled, obviously not taking him seriously. "You still didn't deny it."
Minghao bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to unleash his martial arts on the playful boy. Especially when Junhui actually had the audacity to grab his hand and run his palm over his well, abs.
To Minghao, Junhui's abs were toned and firm and all but not too bulky or anything, which he liked. He hated himself for overthinking on the topic. It made him feel weird thinking about it but damn, they were still young and who knew how Junhui would turn out when he got older.
Minghao couldn't help but feel a little jealous, he ate a lot but always had lots of trouble gaining weight. Yet here Junhui stood, in all his glory in front of him with the body he always wished he had. But then he remembered what happened earlier when Junhui had told him not to be jealous. At least that was one reason, because if he ever expressed his jealousy again, Junhui would probably flip out on him and who knew what could happen next.
Junhui's happy chatter quickly filled up the silence, talking non-stop about things like books, food, and well, cats. So much that one person knocked on the wall, and shouted to him to be quiet.
"Hey," Minghao heard a small whisper, "I bet it's that weird Chinese guy from earlier..." his eyes widened, which one of them was he talking about? Minghao notices that Junhui also seemed to tune into the conversation.
"He's a fucking psycho, this is obviously going to leave scars, my shirt's no good at this point as well. There's no way I'll be able to convince anyone it's not blood." They seemed to be in the stall next to them, and Junhui smirked upon hearing them. "Don't tell anyone, I'm so scared he's going to hurt me again."
Minghao POV
Our eyes accidentally lock, and slowly, deliberately, he puts a finger to his lips and I know to be quiet. The look in his eyes doesn't belong to a mentally well person, he actually looks crazy right now.
I was definitely scared.
Junhui smirked devilishly, slowly lowering his arm before going back to washing up. "Weaklings." I hear him retort under his breath. I was too freaked out to do anything at this point so I just stayed silent, trying to hide my fear.
This boy is actually dangerous.
To some extent, I'm glad he likes me because that would mean that I wouldn't become a potential target of his rage. He places a hand on my waist and pulls me close to whisper in my ear. "They're nothing, just flies on the wall. Don't think about them at all." I shiver and he pulls away.
Finishing up quickly, I rush out of the shower even though I know he's close behind. I wrap a towel around my waist and throw my clothes on before hurrying to the practice room for a group meeting.
Junhui started acting normal as soon as we were around more people. I had no idea if he was actually evening out or if he was just acting. Probably acting.
He smiles as he greets the teachers and instructors and I do the same, eyes quickly scanning the crowd to look for my friends. I make my way towards them, well aware that Junhui is following close behind. As we get closer, he grabs my hand, pulling me close to him so that anyone could see that he was with me.
"Hey, Myungho!" Soonyoung called out, and I rush next to him, dragging Junhui with me. "Can I see some of the photos you took?" He asked, reaching for my camera. "Go ahead, hyung!" I was going to show him the photos myself but instead, he excitedly took the camera, pulling the strap over my head so he could see it better.
Oh no.
I still haven't deleted that picture Junhui took of himself.
"Hey, hyung, don't go too far, I have some personal pictures in there!" I warn him, but he keeps going. "Hey...Uhh...Hyung..." He looks up at me innocently, "Your photos are fantastic...wow..." he smiles, handing me the camera. "Sorry, I was just excited but wow...Your camera looks pretty old but the photos you take are just so...Oh my gosh." I giggle, "And I thought my Korean was bad." Soonyoung laughs, "OH MY GOSH I AM SO OFFENDED!" he jokes, about to hit me playfully before Junhui suddenly caught his wrist. "Don't hurt him."
Soonyoung looks surprised, but he seemed like he understood. "Ohh sorry about that, hyung." Junhui stayed calm, he even smiled a bit. "Myungho's good at taking pictures, isn't he?" Soonyoung asks, putting his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way, smiling his famous little 10:10 smile at Junhui, who smiled back.
"I like this kid, he's friendly."
I hold in my laughter, Soonyoung was actually making Junhui a bit more relaxed. The grip on my hand softened as the three of us started to converse, waiting for the adults to start talking.
Soonyoung sat across from us, while Junhui was basically plastered to my side, albeit a bit too close for comfort but he was very helpful when helping translate a few things for me to the bubbly Korean boy. Jihoon, Chan, Mingyu and Wonwoo joined in shortly, and though Jihoon acted uninterested, I could tell he still paid a lot of attention to the conversation that crazily drifted from my photography to horses to skyscrapers to our dance routine to hair colours.
"I've been thinking to dye my hair again..." I state, making Mingyu reach over and fluff my blonde hair around. I notice how Junhui is shooting death glares at Mingyu so I nudge him softly, "Don't do that, it's rude." I whisper. Reaching for his hand, I reassure him. "Don't worry, he won't hurt me."
Junhui didn't respond, but I knew he understood. "Come on," I laugh, "at least try to relax." he gives my hand a little squeeze and I squeeze his back. "What colour do you want to try?" Junhui asks, a small smile on his face. Shrugging, I realise that I'm still not sure, "I don't know, maybe a bit of everything."
"You mean rainbow?"
"Yeah, that."
"Come on, repeat after me. Mujigae." Junhui says it slowly, even though its only three syllables he wants to make sure I catch all of it. "Mujigae." I respond, and he smiles.
"That's one more word added to your vocabulary list."
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Hey guys so I'm actually not dead lol.
Sorry I took such a long time to update, I have no fucking inspiration in my life to even write at this moment lol.
