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Soorim is speechless.
at first, he and Jaehoon were simply concerned about what was under Hooni's pillow.
This was not what he was expecting.
Hooni-Hyung-! he immediately flushes at the sight of tissues currently sprawled over Hooni's bed.
he feels like his eyes were deceiving him. he gulped, hopefully its not that tissue right?
no.. hooni is a high schooler, a boy nonetheless.. of course he would.. his face reddens at the image of hooni masturbating flashing in his head.
its normal right?
no. this amount of tissues used shouldnt be normal at all, hooni is truly a man!-
Jaehoon interrupted his train of thoughts by suggesting that Hooni might've cried all night. gah! curse him for having such perverted thoughts about hyung!
he's still ashamed of himself as he furiously picks up the tissues neglected on the bed. hes still sweating from just thinking about Hooni doing such things.. imagination of the older boy's moans flooded through his pervert-brained mind.
just when he switched his thoughts to thinking about how Jaehoon is a good friend, his nose picks on a certain smell.
eh? this smells familiar..
if his face couldn't get any redder, it did.
so it is that tissue. im right! it would've been an achievement to him if it wasn't in this context. a very embarrassing context.
Hooni came home a few minutes after he stopped Jaehoon from throwing out the tissues. Damn it hyung! couldn't you have hid it somewhere less visible?
He was clearly anxious about something, although he seems to be out of breath from running. Soorim's face flashed a horrified expression for a moment when he saw Hooni relieved by the sight of 'unmoved' tissues.
Hooni hyung is really weird.