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"Never have I ever- hmm- kissed someone before," spoke Soobin, loud. He wasn't really drunk, but tipsy enough from the soju. He grinned smugly, scanning at all his members' fingers as they sat around in a circle at that crammed, cold dorm floor. He knew saying that prompt in the game would be outing him as a kiss-less loser, but admitting that for the sake of making some people lose was much more fun than harmful.
They were playing 'Never Have I Ever' to kill time after dinner. They had enough time to wind out after practice, but since the television wasn't working, they had to improvise for their mini bonding time. Kai prompted the idea, and no one dared to complain, since the maknae was on verge of turning into his negative version from all the burden he had been enduring for the past month.
Besides, it's a good excuse for the older ones to drink as well. However, Yeonjun decided he'd tortured his poor liver the other night enough. And Kai wasn't allowed to drink. So, Soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun played while they were halfway drunk.
Beomgyu and Taehyun groaned in annoyance. They rolled their eyes at once, and folded one of their fingers. With those two down, the other three laughed.
"You're doing this on purpose! You hate us because we're happily in love, unlike your single ass!" Beomgyu sulked and crossed his arms as his leaned on the wall. He had always been a sulky drunk.
When Beomgyu snorted, Taehyun followed suit. "It's fine, hyungie," said Taehyun as he leaned his head on Beomgyu's shoulder. His face was red as a tomato after just a pint of beer, since he was a beginner. "They're just jealous they don't have a boyfriend to kiss."
Soobin chuckled. He knew for sure that the question would make those two lose first. In fact, it's a revenge for those two, since they didn't bother to lock the door the day prior, and Soobin caught them in the act. Besides, he knew that the only people in the room that were him—a chronic loser—and Kai—someone not yet of age. Except... "Yeonjun hyung, you're supposed to put your finger down if you've done it. Why aren't you putting your finger down?"
"Oh, me?" Yeonjun pointed at himself, eyebrows raised. As the only responsible hyung, who was completely sober, he looked like he was offended. "I never kissed anyone."
Instantly, Soobin furrowed his eyebrows. Well, that's just impossible. There's no way the great Choi Yeonjun has never kissed anyone. Never had it occur to Soobin, that Yeonjun would be in the same boat as he was. "No way."
"Yeah, hyung," chimed in Kai. "You're not telling us you've never had your first kiss." He sounded equally as ridiculed as Soobin was.
Yeonjun raised his shoulders. "What?" He snorted. "I've always been either too busy training and working or not really interested in people. It's not like I'm saving my first kiss for someone special— or maybe, yeah. I don't think I can just kiss someone without a romantical involvement, you know?"
Beomgyu gasped. "Oh, you're not telling us that not only you have never kissed anyone, you also never dated anyone?" When Yeonjun slowly nodded, Beomgyu's eyes widened as he pretended to faint in Taehyun's arms dramatically. "You're a fucking liar," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm not lying! God damn it," insisted Yeonjun. "What makes you guys think I'm lying?" He sounded so frustrated. "I'm just like all of you- well, maybe except for you two." He rolled his eyes at Beomgyu and Taehyun.
"Because it doesn't make sense, Yeonjun hyung," replied Taehyun, still holding Beomgyu. "You, out of all people? You're just... too cool to never have your first kiss at twenty one going on twenty two."
It didn't make sense to Soobin too. While the game continued between the remaining three, his mind spiraled. Even until the game ended, and he went to his bed and covered his face with his blanket, he still couldn't get the fact that Yeonjun had never had his first kiss. The thought stayed with him even until he sobered up the next morning, but he tried to brush it away.
Still, Soobin couldn't get the picture of Yeonjun stating that he had never kissed anyone or ever been kissed out of his head. It's been a week since that impromptu 'Never Have I Ever' game. However, the scene played over and over like a broken video screen in every movement he made.
Soobin wondered how Yeonjun's plump lips would taste when he had a glimpse of it while Yeonjun was drinking his peach soju as Soobin washed the dishes. The moment Yeonjun caught him staring at his lips, Soobin felt guilt surging in and immediately looked away. Somehow, the picture was still etched and he almost scarred his feet from the knife that slipped off his hand because he was losing focus.
At some point, he was trying to write lyrics, but on their desk was Yeonjun's cherry chap stick. Soobin immediately gulped, suddenly itching to taste. He wondered how no one was lucky enough to touch the gloss with their lips too. He didn't realize he'd passed hours daydreaming about those lips until a call from their protocol team woke him up and he bumped his foot on the desk legs.
It's like Soobin's head wasn't working right. He was everywhere and all over the place, but also stuck at the same time. Soobin couldn't help but think he must've looked silly in front of everyone, but his gears were just not going well.
Of course, Soobin had always known Yeonjun had pretty lips. At that point, it's a generally known fact. He didn't need to put those puzzle pieces together to know that Yeonjun had such plush, beautiful lips. It's not rocket science. Still, thinking about it that unhealthy amount of time was not normal.
But somehow, ever since that revelation, Soobin couldn't help himself. It's like his mind was stuck in a loop. And it became so embarrassing that he felt like his thoughts were laid in plain sight, even though he knew no one knew about his sudden obsession development.
At times, Soobin would blush at just the mere eye contact with Yeonjun. Sometimes, he would find himself so distracted that the members caught him staring at pictures of Yeonjun. Even during times to monitor themselves on camera, Soobin would find himself inclined to Yeonjun's features instead, and stupidly forgot to look at how he looked on screen. Soobin felt really stupid.
Only, Soobin's curiosity grew with guilt. It weighed him down, even though his thoughts of Yeonjun's lips weren't obvious, and he hadn't told anyone about it. Soobin felt like he's wrong, like he's crossing an invisible line as his daydreams continued to be more and more vivid.
Well, Soobin knew where everything was rooted. It was due to his crush that he had always had for Yeonjun, even years prior to that, and probably since before their debut. Still, the crush had always been manageable and he never made a fuss about it.
Besides, Soobin never thought if he could be someone to Yeonjun. Undoubtedly, Soobin was one of Yeonjun's closest confidants and friends, soulmate even. Still, Soobin knew he would never mean more than that. They were colleagues and they had to keep it professional. Sure, they were each other's best friends, but it didn't make him entitled of having a deeper connection, although he knew there was one between them.
Still, no matter how deep the connection was within, Soobin had no rights to think of Yeonjun and his lips that much. Liking Yeonjun with that almost unmanageable abundance shouldn't even be what he's doing then. Somehow, though, Soobin couldn't really help it.
Perhaps, Yeonjun's lips were just all that. Or, perhaps, Soobin was merely biased.
"Soobin, you're zoning out again!" The choreographer yelled from the back of the practice room. She paused the music and looked at Soobin, who was crouching and heaving as he turned away from the mirror. "What were you thinking? You could've hit Kai with your arm if you moved too quickly!" She wasn't really scolding Soobin, but her stern voice sounded exhausted. She sighed.
"I'm sorry," apologized Soobin sincerely. He deflated. He looked like he almost cried, but held it back. He just bowed deeply, whole body shivering from fear and tiredness.
The choreographer just placed her hands on her hips and furrowed her eyebrows. For a while, she paused. "Fine. You know what?" She sighed. "Everyone get a break. We'll start over from the top in thirty minutes." She just left the room, looking like she was hopeless.
The members did scramble around right after. Kai just laid down on the floor, his chest visibly rising up and down while he shut his eyes. Taehyun and Beomgyu immediately went out to get some drinks as well. The room felt eerily quiet then.
Soobin swore he wasn't slacking. He tried his best to follow the orders instead of watching how the glow of the light reflected on the sheen layer of gloss on Yeonjun's lips. Still, perhaps, with his lack of innate talent and ability to do better, his little loss of focus had caused him to be in that position.
Suddenly, an insurmountable amount of grief and guilt surged within Soobin. Soobin realized how he's just making the team feel worse. They had been running on hours of practice then, and he just ruined it with his stupid mistakes. The heaviness bubbled up in his chest again as he sat before the mirror. "Sorry, guys," he mumbled, to himself, voice only barely a whisper.
"It's not your fault." There was a bottle of cold water in a familiar hand. Yeonjun appeared out of the blue, like a fairy godmother. His smile's warmth reached Soobin, like care, like comfort. "Drink up. I'd hate to see you dehydrated and fainting out of heat stroke."
Still, Soobin only looked at Yeonjun with glassy eyes. Even beneath the blur, he could feel Yeonjun's presence comforting him. His hand shook as he accepted the drink out of Yeonjun's hand. "Thanks," he stammered, trying to not let out his tears. He did feel a little better when he quenched his thirst, but still it didn't lessen the blow of the guilt. How could he be such a bad influence as a leader? He felt so irresponsible then somehow, like he didn't deserve to be there.
Yeonjun sat beside Soobin. "You're thinking," stated Yeonjun simply. He paused for a while, as if giving Soobin a chance to speak. But since nothing came out of Soobin, he just continued softly, "You have been spending a lot of time in that little space in your head, huh?" He turned his head to Soobin.
"I guess," replied Soobin. He didn't know what else to say. Was he supposed to tell the truth and say that he'd been thinking about Yeonjun's lips? That'd be stupid. He'd just scare Yeonjun away. Still, he couldn't lie. So, "I think I've been tired. I tend to overthink when I'm tired." He didn't fully make that up, right? He was tired, though it wasn't the whole truth. Then, Soobin looked at Yeonjun, and he thought his heart just leaped out of his chest when he met those eyes.
Somehow, Yeonjun's pretty eyes distracted Soobin of his lips, when its feline like shape crinkled as Yeonjun brought the corners of his mouth up to his full cheeks. He was, simply, enchanting. "Oh, my poor baby," he cooed. "Come here." Slowly, Yeonjun straightened his legs and tugged Soobin. When Soobin's head was lying on his lap, he stroked Soobin's hair, fingers threading between the sweaty clumped strands. "Don't be so harsh on yourself," he reminded Soobin. One of his hands reached Soobin's hand, fingers intertwined, thumb rubbing circles on Soobin's knuckle. "You deserve to rest too, Binnie. You've done so much for us as a leader."
Something about how Yeonjun spoke gave him strength to hang in. Still, it only stirred the guilt inside him. The guilt that came from wanting to know why Yeonjun's lips had never been touched by another. The guilt that came from wanting to be the one who kisses those lips. The guilt that came from wanting Yeonjun. The guilt that came from wanting. The guilt never ceased to desist, but instead grew within him, helplessly.
"Hey," called out Yeonjun suddenly. "I think the kids are going out with their respective friends and siblings tonight. It's just going to be us two in the dorms."
Soobin couldn't tell where the conversation was going. So, he just pursed his lips. "Hmm?"
"I'm just saying if you want to hang around somewhere? We don't have to do anything big," suggested Yeonjun, softly since it seemed like he saw Kai had already fallen asleep. "We can go to the arcade if you want. Or maybe we can just stay in, order some pork ribs, and watch some movie since the television has been fixed, if you're too tired. We can just spend some time together. I promise we don't need to talk about whatever's bothering you unless you're ready to."
The idea didn't sound so bad in Soobin's head. Soobin really needed that rest. And maybe, he could finally stop spiraling, thinking about Yeonjun's lips. Maybe, he could finally put his obsession to an end once he reminded himself that they were such good friends and he shouldn't be thinking about such things about a friend. "Okay," he said. "Are you not busy though?" Still, Soobin considered the latter was quite a workaholic and at times, would rather spend hours of writing lyrics and producing beats instead of winding out.
Yeonjun scoffed. "I'm tired too, Binnie. I need to rest too," he said. "Besides, I'll never be too busy for you." He cupped Soobin's face lovingly. "I'll always gladly give anything for my baby, even time." Time was precious to him, but right then Soobin sounded more precious than the most precious thing Yeonjun treasured.
Soobin felt himself softening around the edges. Something about Yeonjun's deep care melted some of his worries away. "Ice cream near the river?"
The older male huffed. "Sure. Anything you want."
"You really didn't have to treat me, Yeonjun hyung," said Soobin. He knew they were sort of struggling financially, since they hadn't gotten their first pay yet. So Yeonjun still treating him, despite having to work remote side jobs to earn that little money cracked something within Soobin. Even though it's 'just ice cream,' to Soobin, it was still something special.
"Oh, I insist," replied Yeonjun, as he followed Soobin out of the convenience store. "Gift giving is my love language." He sounded really happy. "I've been thinking of treating every member, but I think I want to get you something special too." He smiled at Soobin, widely until his cheeks were lifted. "Well, it's not that expensive or anything, but I can get you those consoles once we got our first pay. This one's just for starters."
Soobin snorted. The coldness hit his tongue, but his frozen brain melted at Yeonjun's sentiment. "Why are you so eager on gifting me everything? If I'd ask you to buy me a house, would you do it?" He joked.
Yeonjun chuckled as he walked the path to the river side. His eyes reflected the light of the stars, while his hair glowed under the street lights. That night, Yeonjun seemed so beautiful, and though he's beautiful all the time, to Soobin, he seemed most that night when he grinned. "Sure," he answered, with utmost confidence. He leaned at the stone wall of the bridge, eyes still directed at the river flow, but no longer gleaming as they were under the shadows. Still, Yeonjun looked tremendously beautiful then. He smiled. "I'd give you the world if you want to, Binnie." He huffed.
They both ate their respective ice cream in silence, but Soobin's head couldn't seem to quiet down. His eyes followed how Yeonjun's full lips melted the ice cream, and while Soobin ate the same awful flavor of mint chocolate, he thought it would taste so much better if eaten from Yeonjun's lips. The thought caught him off guard again, so he decided to look away and freeze his brain with the dessert, while trying to suppress those thoughts of Yeonjun. He shouldn't be wandering about those sort of things about his best friend, who was standing next to him.
The river had always been their solace since their trainee days. Yeonjun would often find himself stressing out about debuting, and Soobin would console him, telling him that he's good enough and would debut regardless. Soobin would often find himself saddened from how some of the other trainees treated him meanly and how their instructors were cursing him out, and Yeonjun would console him, offering his shoulders to embrace and cry his heart out. That spot under the bridge by the river had seen their laments and grief, their joy and pride, their anger and boredom of the mundanity of life.
That night, it was no different. The river saw them again, as two kids who had grown up, a year past their debut, looking into their uncertain futures. While Yeonjun and Soobin were merely eating ice cream, the place offered them comfort again, enough for them to not feel the need to fill the silence but the sounds of the river.
"If you have to dye your hair again on the next comeback," said Soobin, "what color would you dye it?" He knew it's a stupid question to ask, like he's beating around the bush. Still, he didn't want to make Yeonjun feel like he didn't want to talk to him, for the truth was Soobin wanted to talk ends with Yeonjun for the rest of time.
Yeonjun looked at Soobin. He pursed his lips. "Something bold and flashy maybe? Assuming we're going for a darker concept, probably punk-ish neon yellow or something?" He picked the strands of his own hair, already fading of the dark blue. "It'll probably fry my hair from all the bleach and dye, but it's worth it if it gains attention."
Soobin turned to Yeonjun. "You'll always get attention no matter what, hyung," replied Soobin. "You have that 'star factor,' remember?" He huffed.
"Oh, stop trying to flatter me, Choi Soobin. Are you trying to steal my heart?" Yeonjun asked jokingly as he looked away. He snorted.
I am perhaps. "Is it really considered stealing when you're already willingly giving it away to me?" joked Soobin back, lightheartedly. He wished Yeonjun knew he really was flirting.
But Yeonjun only rolled his eyes and groaned. He scooped the last spoonful of ice cream and looked at Soobin. "What about you? What color do you want to dye in our next comeback?"
"Purple," Soobin mumbled, like he's pensive. "I guess." But Soobin's eyes drifted towards Yeonjun's lips. He couldn't help it. When the ice cream left green traces on Yeonjun's upper lips, he wondered what he could do to reach and touch it. His heart skipped a beat.
"Oh?" Yeonjun tilted his head slightly. Then, he batted his lashes, confused. "I'm sorry; is there something wrong with my face?"
Soobin gulped. With his shaky hand, he reached Yeonjun's lips. When his thumb brushed over the traces of green, he wished secretly that it was his lips against Yeonjun's. Still, what bliss it was to be able to touch such wonder. He tried to feign nonchalance when he showed Yeonjun the trace of ice cream that had been transferred to his thumb.
Yeonjun almost froze as he gulped nervously. "Whoops," he commented awkwardly. He just grabbed Soobin's empty cup and his too, before throwing it away. He just stared at the river then.
But Soobin couldn't pretend there's nothing anymore. The tension between them was there, and it was not just the gust of wind playing tricks with him. "Have you never really kissed anyone, hyung?" He stood, staring at Yeonjun who wasn't looking at him.
"I guess," replied Yeonjun shortly. He avoided Soobin's eyes. "Why?"
"Do you want to?" Soobin asked, abruptly.
Yeonjun sighed. "Yes," he said as he briefly looked at Soobin, before turning away to the rush of the river again. "I just never found the one, I think."
"Why?"
"I have always fallen in love so quickly, but never got the opportunity to pursue it." He huffed. "When I was in school, there's this boy I liked. We were very close friends, and I thought maybe I could be with him. He gave me so many signs," he explained, "but I guess I misinterpreted it. I thought he liked me back." He looked at Soobin. "Then, it's always been the same. It's a vicious cycle that refuses to die like a stubborn oil lamp. It keeps on repeating until our trainee days, and I guess, I'm just tired." He looked away. He paused for a while. "Then, with my standards, I could never get my first kiss, and I don't know if I'll every get one." He gulped. "I just want to be loved back."
At that point, Soobin's heart shattered. How could people not love Yeonjun? To Soobin, it sounded ridiculous. "You're so loveable, hyung," he muttered.
Yeonjun scoffed. "Yeah, as a 'deity' whose ground is supposed to be worship," he said, "for some. Then, they get intimidated and wouldn't dare to want me back. It's either one of those two things." He sighed. "Can't I be loved and understood equally?" Then, he chuckled. "Sorry for rambling, Binnie. I just needed to get it out of my chest," he said, forcing out a smile. "I took you out to wind out so you could ease your mind and now I'm just burdening you."
Soobin blinked. Never it occurred to him that the problem ran that deep. He knew Yeonjun had an irresistible charm, but it still didn't stop people to admire him enough, not too much nor too little. "No, I'm sorry," he replied. "I shouldn't have invaded your space with such questions."
But somehow Yeonjun just laughed. "You can ask me anything, Binnie," replied Yeonjun. "I don't need to be opened up like a clam to you. I can keep myself bare and clear, because I trust you." He looked at Soobin, something soft seeping through his gaze. "Why don't you believe that I haven't had my first kiss yet though? Is it really that unbelievable?" He snorted.
"It's just-" Soobin paused. "I just don't think anyone would be able to not love you and want you." His eyes tried not to waver away from Yeonjun's. "You're everything, but not to be afraid of."
Yeonjun froze. He looked like he didn't expect that answer coming out of Soobin's mouth. His lips quivered.
Though then, Soobin was telling the truth. To Soobin, Yeonjun was the epitome of perfection who inspired him to be better. To Soobin, Yeonjun was a reliable home he could always come to. But to Soobin, Yeonjun was also someone who'd laugh too hard that he'd fall from his chair. But to Soobin, Yeonjun was also someone clumsy who'd leave traces of food on his lips so everyone knew that he just ate something. To Soobin, Yeonjun was human. And to Soobin, Yeonjun was beautifully Yeonjun, and all he knew was that: "I just never thought anyone would deny you anything. It's you. You deserve everything you've ever wanted."
There was something in Yeonjun's gaze. Suddenly, his eyes reflected the lights of the stars again, despite being under the shadows. "Sometimes," he said, voice cracking, "it just doesn't work like that, Binnie." His breath hitched, like he's about to run away. "Come on, let's go home before it's too late," he said, suddenly, before tugging Soobin's wrist. But he couldn't step away beyond an inch after the line between the shadow and the light, when Soobin stayed put and grasped him hard.
Soobin had to say it. He didn't want to rush home. He needed to say it out loud: "I wouldn't deny you anything in this world." Soobin tried not to stutter when Yeonjun looked at him. "I can never and I don't want to."
But Yeonjun just stood still, like contemplating. Then, slowly he stepped back into Soobin's shadow. His gaze pierced into Soobin's, challenging, giving up his fears. "Really?" He asked with his hoarse voice. "Even if I asked for the most ridiculous thing in the world?" The rise and fall of his chest became more prominent.
Soobin didn't let Yeonjun's hand slip away. He still tried to look into Yeonjun's eyes. "What do you want, hyung?"
"You," replied Yeonjun, head held high confidently. "At the end of the day, it's you that I want. I like you, Choi Soobin." His breath shuddered. "I never found the one, but I was hoping you could be. Would you still not deny me now?" His whole body was vibrating then, like he's about to fall apart. "Would you?"
Then, it just happened. It didn't happen like the movies that would play on the televisions. There was no slow motion camera chasing them nor dramatic music andvrain drenching them. It's just the night with sparkling stars and a soft gust of wind; something so ordinary, something mundane.
But Soobin's thumbs were under Yeonjun's eyes, and he kissed Yeonjun. He didn't know what happened, but he just crashed his inexperienced lips into Yeonjun's, the very ones he had been dreaming off for the week—and perhaps even longer. He finally claimed that first kiss, the very one he couldn't get out of his head. Soobin couldn't care less then, if he was being reckless for kissing his hyung in public, but he needed that sweet mint chocolate out of Yeonjun's lips right then, and he needed to satisfy his carnal craving. But mostly, Soobin needed to fulfill Yeonjun's want, because to him: Yeonjun deserved to have whatever he desired of, simply because he's Yeonjun.
Slowly, Yeonjun's arms reached Soobin's nape, pulling the younger man closer. He kissed Soobin with all his might too, like he had been waiting for that very moment. He claimed Soobin's mouth over and over, as if letting Soobin know that there would be no point of him to not want that too. Tears slipping on his cheeks, but he still pressed his lips against Soobin regardless. It's like Yeonjun finally got a taste of the lips he wanted too, just like how Soobin had been craving of his. Yeonjun kissed Soobin like he meant it and perhaps he did. When their bodies pressed and their body heat seeped into each other's skins through the fabric of their clothes, he stayed put.
With Soobin's hands cupping Yeonjun's face, and his forehead against Yeonjun's, he gulped. "I didn't," he said, simply. "I won't ever." It's a big promise to make, but one he's willing to fulfill for Yeonjun. "I love you, Yeonjun hyung. I really do."
Suddenly, Yeonjun's sobs tore through his chest. He fell and buried his face onto Soobin's chest as his arms hugged Soobin's waist. He only cried harder when Soobin slowly—as he tried to make sure of himself—placed his arms around Yeonjun's waist.
Steadily, Soobin rubbed Yeonjun's back. If being completely honest, he was a bit taken aback that Yeonjun was crying all in a sudden. He didn't get why the elder male suddenly cried. But he didn't mind the heavy weight upon him, as long as the source was Yeonjun. If he could be Yeonjun's wall to cry on, he'd sure be one.
"I- I love you too," stammered Yeonjun, muttering through his tears. He wiped away the stream of his tears clumsily. His eyes met Soobin's again as he tried to calm down his sobs. "I never thought I was allowed to."
The statement startled Soobin. So, all along, they had been mirroring each other: collapsing over wanting but not knowing if they're allowed to pursue. Had they really been that silly? A manmade predicament that could've simply been solved if they confessed to each other earlier? But perhaps time knew best to present itself until then they were ready of to. "You have always been, hyung," he replied. "My one and only, Yeonjun hyung." To Soobin, there was nothing more precious in the world, but Yeonjun. "I like you too, Yeonjun hyung. I guess I thought I was not allowed to like you too." A genuine smile bloomed on his face.
When Soobin tucked away Yeonjun's stray hair to behind his ear, he swallowed his sobs. "That's so stupid," retorted Yeonjun. "I would allow you to do anything to me, and only you."
"Then, you would be stupid too, Yeonjun hyung," joked Soobin cheekily as he pulled Yeonjun closer. He grinned when Yeonjun rolled his eyes, seemingly annoyed. Chastely, he placed a gentle kiss on Yeonjun's forehead. Then, on the tip of his nose. Then, on his cheeks. And on his lips. "But then we're even now, right? We're each other's first kiss."
"And each other's stupid love."
Soobin chuckled. All along, he didn't need to feel guilty for wanting Yeonjun. And he's glad he never learned fear to retract himself away from Yeonjun. He smiled. "What about each other's first boyfriend?"
A huge smile blossomed in Yeonjun's face. His embrace around Soobin got tighter and warmer. Slowly, Yeonjun snuggled under Soobin's jaw, letting his head rest on Soobin's collarbones, like he's content. "Obviously." He paused. "What about each other's only love? Forever?"
A huge smile decorated Soobin's lips too. Hands resting on Yeonjun's back, Soobin never felt more delighted than then. The whole world was in his arms, so he needed not to be worried of anything anymore. It's enough. "Yes, Junnie hyung. Always."