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3rd Person POV
Weeks later, Junhui had pretty much made himself at home there with Minghao and Mingyu. Minghao had just accepted the weirdness and overprotectiveness of Junhui and of course his overly-perverted mind which thankfully had not been too active with Mingyu constantly slamming a wall between the two for 'safety reasons'.
Minghao had convinced Junhui to open up to him and talk whenever he felt like it as he understood that the older was undoubtedly under some severe kind of trauma and in turn, Junhui promised that in order to help Minghao with his Korean, the two would only speak in Korean whenever possible.
To be fair, Minghao's Korean was drastically improving already.
Everyone was glad, however, that the Chinese boy wasn't losing his cute accent anytime soon. That was good.
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Minghao tried to swipe his phone out of Junhui's hands, left, right, left, right, left.
"Hao, why does your brain work in such predictably simple ways?" Junhui laughed, avoiding the boy's attempts with ease. "Give my phone back!" Minghao whined, trying to grasp Junhui's bicep to pull his arm down. "What were you looking at?"
"Nothing!"
"Then why did you panic so much when I appeared behind you?"
"Because I didn't hear you coming!"
"You didn't hear me coming so you were just looking at pictures of me?" Junhui asked, making Minghao blush and his attempts became a lot more desperate. "So you knew what I was doing!"
"You're not going to deny it?"
"I was looking through photos I'd taken to see which ones I needed to delete, yours just came right when you were behind me." Minghao defended, Junhui didn't know whether or not to believe it but it was fun to see Minghao try to convince him otherwise. "I always seem to see you looking at pictures of me, is that all you do in your free time?"
"Use Korean pleaseeee" Minghao said, obviously trying to change the subject. "You want more photos of me for your little collection?" Junhui smiled cheekily, posing jokingly already, slowly going to unbutton his shirt collar.
"Yayayayaya! Stop, that's going too far!" Minghao yelled, hoping to catch the attention of Mingyu or someone. "We're alone, the others went shopping." Junhui laughed, leaning back. "You didn't know?"
Minghao shook his head. Junhui took out his phone, lying down on the couch next to the younger Chinese boy. "I'm still not really used to your dark hair, remember at the camp? You were like a little blonde poodle." Minghao remembered alright, he thought he'd look manlier with dark hair but apparently it made him look younger, more naive and child-like. Bringing up the camp brought up unspoken memories between the two.
