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There probably isn't a sight stranger than this. Or maybe there is, but this is probably the strangest sight anyone will witness today, in the produce aisle of a chain grocery store.
At first glance, it's nothing. There is nothing odd or bizarre about a lamb hybrid carefully appraising heirloom tomatoes. If any eyes linger, it's perhaps because he's a cross between undeniably handsome, with his towering height and broad shoulders, and somehow also exceptionally cute. Wide doe eyes and curly brown hair held out of his face with a hairclip, a pair of white, folded ears perking up and twitching as he turns his gaze from the tomatoes elsewhere.
“Hyung,” he says, which is also not out of the ordinary. The strange part, the eye-catching part, is entirely related to who answers the call. “What do you think?”
A wolf. A wolf and a lamb. It's startling at best, concerning at worst, and slowly, more and more eyes are drawn in their direction.
The wolf crowds against the lamb's back, and they're about the same height but it still makes any onlookers shudder in fear. When he sniffs at the tomato, they're thinking: dangerous, violent.
“It seems fine to me,” he says, settling his chin on the lamb's shoulder, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Undeniably intimate. Undeniably possessive.
As though he can feel the weight of their stares, he pulls the lamb closer to him. The lamb, docile and meek, does not protest beyond a mere flick of his ear. They stick that close together for the remainder of their shopping. It's enough for anyone to draw their own conclusions.
“That poor lamb,” they'll whisper, when they think no one can hear. “It must be so hard on him, dealing with that.”
The wolf plastered to his back, watching his every move, growling when someone so much as brushes against him–yeah, it must be hell. Interspecies hybrid relationships are hardly uncommon, but this is different. A prey and his natural predator? That's a recipe for disaster.
So they'll whisper and gossip and stare, if only for as long as it takes until the wolf scowls in their direction.
“It must be rough,” they'll titter on. “I don't envy him. What was he thinking, doing that to himself?”
And then they'll move on, continue their shopping or their errands, and it'll be like the lamb-wolf couple they saw in the grocery store never existed, except as something strange, an oddity to discuss later over dinner.
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In reality, judgmental strangers aren't too far off about some things. Soobin is possessive. He knows that. There's this primal part of him that needs to keep Kai in his line of sight at all times when they're out in public, to keep him safe and protected even though he doesn't really need it. If it came down to it, Kai could defend himself perfectly, but instinct keeps Soobin close to him until they're practically stuck together.
“That's not instinct,” Kai will tell him sometimes, patting Soobin softly. “You're just clingy, hyung.”
But it is instinct, at least to some degree. Instinct makes Soobin burn with an almost violent urge when Kai has him like this.
“Hyung,” Kai chides. “We just bought these. You couldn't hold yourself together for at least another week? I liked these sheets.”
But it's not his fault. It's not his fault the sheets are in tatters beneath his fingers, that he's still clawing at them even now. Soobin can't help it. Kai shoves back into him and he yelps, a wounded sound, scrabbling for purchase on the bed and finding nothing, nothing.
Kai has him on his knees. It's his favorite position, Soobin knows. And he knows the reason why, knows Kai likes to press him down until his face is buried in the pillows, likes to feel like he's making Soobin smaller, making Soobin submit to him.
He isn't the only one who likes it. Soobin's cock drips thick precome onto the mess of their bed, his thighs trembling both from sensitivity and from the effort of holding himself up. His breaths come quick and shallow and he whines into the pillows when the ridges of the silicone cock Kai chose rub just right inside him.
“That's the third time this month,” Kai grunts. “Do I need to put you into training? Hm?”
Soobin whines again, a guttural, throaty sound. He wants to reply but can't shape his mouth around the words, tongue thick and heavy and useless, drooling against the soft pillowcase. Kai pulls out then, just as everything is finally getting to be enough to satisfy him, and Soobin could cry.
“No, no,” he babbles, pushing back helplessly, trying to get Kai back inside him. “Kai–Hueningie, Huen–”
Kai's hands settle on his hips, and suddenly his world is turning over. Soobin is dizzy from how effortlessly Kai flips him onto his back, chest and stomach twisting and tightening with arousal, cock twitching. Then Kai is crowding over him, kissing him, capturing Soobin's drool-slick lips despite how messy it all is, despite the way Soobin uses too much tongue and teeth.
“Cute,” Kai coos, voice all sweet and syrupy, reaching a hand between them to thumb over the leaking head of Soobin's cock. “You're so cute here, hyung.”
He sits back between Soobin's spread legs, staring down at him with eyes full of adoration, his brown curls sticking to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat. It's too much, clogs Soobin's throat up with sugar, and he looks away from Kai, face hot.
“Stop staring,” he says, breath hitching when Kai shoves his thighs apart wider, until they're spread as far as they can go. “Kai–”
“But you're so cute,” Kai says again. “I like looking at you.”
His hand still around Soobin's cock, he asks sweetly, “Aren't you cute?”
He isn't even speaking to Soobin anymore, he's–
“Don't talk to my dick,” Soobin grumbles.
“Why not? I bet he's a lovely conversationalist,” Kai chirps, coaxing another bead of precome out of the slit with his thumb. “Plus he doesn't growl at me.”
It's ridiculous, not hot at all, but Soobin can't help the embarrassed growl he makes even now, rumbling in his chest as his skin heats and his hips twitch up into Kai's hand.
“Hueningie,” he complains. “Just fuck me, just–”
His voice dies in his throat when Kai shifts between his legs and the thick head of the silicone cock brushes sticky against his thigh.
“Just a minute, hyung,” Kai chides, letting go of his leaking dick to wipe his fingers on the tattered sheets.
His body stretches over Soobin to grab a pillow, and Soobin spends those few seconds ogling the swell of his chest, his mouth nearly watering. Kai gives him a knowing little look when he settles back down, pillow in hand, and Soobin swallows the saliva building in his mouth before it can spill over. But Kai is just so hot, it's hard to keep his eyes away. He's been working out more and more lately, building muscle because he likes the way it looks, and Soobin likes the way it looks too. He likes the way it makes it easy for Kai to toss him around.
“Be patient,” Kai says, smiling. Soobin swallows again, throat working hard around the urge to complain some more.
Kai works the pillow under the small of his back to prop him up, and Soobin throws an arm over his face, tail curling against his leg as humiliation burns through him. It's almost worse like this than when Kai has him face-down, because he can't pretend that he doesn't know Kai is looking.
“Why are you so shy, Soobinie-hyung?” Kai giggles. Soobin hears him opening the lube, then the slick sound of Kai's hand working over the dildo. He clenches down around nothing, aching to be filled again. Hands grip his thighs, lifting and pushing them toward his chest, folding Soobin in half. “You weren't this shy earlier when you were making a scene in the produce aisle.”
“Wasn't making a scene,” Soobin mumbles, arm tightening over his face.
“Were too,” Kai says.
He presses forward and Soobin gasps as the head sinks back inside. Kai likes it wet, likes him messy, and it's a good thing because the stretch is still so fucking much for Soobin to take. The dildo is big, big enough that it made Soobin balk when Kai first showed it to him in his virtual shopping cart, and the textured ridges add so much to the experience. Somehow, it's still not the biggest from Kai's collection, but it just fills him so well, forcing him open inch by inch until they're flush together, the straps of the harness around Kai's hips brushing Soobin's ass.
Soobin wants to keep arguing, wants to defend himself, but his thoughts are leaking out of his ears with about half of his working brain cells. Instead he whines again, drawing in sharp, uneven breaths. It's hard to relax like he should when it feels like the dick Kai chose is somehow in his throat. He had to use nearly his whole hand to prepare Soobin for it, and there's still this dull ache from the stretch, even after already being fucked open on it just minutes before.
“Kai,” he sobs, overwhelmed, tail whacking against the bed in agitation. “Kai, Kai–”
Kai soothes him with soft touches against the backs of his thighs, prying Soobin's arm away from his face and shifting until he can lean down to nuzzle their noses together, Soobin's calves dangling over his shoulders.
“You really are too cute, hyung,” he says. “Are you gonna cry?”
Soobin shakes his head stubbornly, but his breaths hitch on another whine at the deeper angle.
“I'm–I, I wasn't making a scene,” he insists, and Kai giggles again, delighted, pretty white lamb ears twitching.
“No? Then what were you doing?”
Soobin sucks in a stuttering breath as Kai draws his hips back, making a low, wounded sound in his throat as the ridges of the toy press and drag against his prostate. His throat tightens and his eyes sting and fuck, maybe he is going to cry.
“I was only–I don't, I don't like it when they–” He can't form a coherent sentence. Hell, he can hardly form a coherent thought. Kai fucks into him shallowly, little rolls of his hips that make Soobin's cock throb against his belly, dripping more until the skin feels wet and sticky. “They're always–oh–always looking at us. Judging us.”
Kai kisses him sweetly. So sweet, it's why Soobin has to protect him. It's why he has to cling to him and hide him with his body, so Kai won't feel the weight of that judgment.
“That doesn't mean you can growl at them, hyung,” he laughs against Soobin's slack mouth. “That's not good manners.”
Soobin pants shallowly, feeling too good to argue. His toes curl and flex in the air, body wracked with pleasure.
“Please,” he says. Blinking back tears he said he wouldn't cry, sniffling, squirming beneath Kai and going nowhere–it's so much.
“How can you expect them not to stare if you're always acting like you've never been socialized?” Kai asks him, still smiling. Still fucking into Soobin, stretching him open on his cock.
Soobin can't hold a conversation right now, can't even try. He tries to communicate that, but it escapes him as just a weak babble of more begging. He's been on edge for so long, been rearing to go since Kai patted him on the ass when they got home and told him to go clean up while Kai put away groceries. He just wants Kai to make him come already. Wiggling a hand between their bodies is fruitless–Kai grabs his wrist and stops him before it can make contact with his dick.
“Please!” Soobin wails, turning his head until his cheek presses into the spot on the pillow where he'd drooled earlier. He feels pathetic and it only pushes him closer to the edge.
“Still,” Kai pants, breathless. “Even if they don't know any better, how could anyone be scared of you when you're this cute? You're crying, Soobinie-hyung.”
He's not, he's not crying–or is he? His cheeks feel wet and sticky. He licks his lips and tastes salt in the seam of them.
“Kai,” he hiccups.
“You don't look like a big, bad wolf to me,” Kai says, nuzzling against Soobin's cheek, against his dimple. “Are you gonna come, hyungie?”
Soobin nods against the pillow, clenching down hard around the cock inside him. He thinks he is. The pleasure roiling through him is so sharp and intense he thinks if he somehow doesn't come, he'll just die instead.
“Do you want me to help you?”
Whimpering, Soobin nods again. Kai sits up, letting Soobin's legs fall off his shoulders until they splay in a loose spread around him, hauling Soobin back against him and ripping a tearful moan out of his throat.
“Hueningie,” he sobs, as Kai wraps a hand around his cock. A sudden snap of heat flares through him, muscles tensing and eyes squeezing shut. “Ah, ah–”
It's really impossible to avoid. He's been so close for too long now, on the edge of unspooling into nothing but loose threads. Kai guides him there with just a flick of his wrist and one more deep grind of his hips, and Soobin's mind blanks out entirely as he falls apart, shuddering through his orgasm as come spills over Kai's fist and splatters as far as Soobin's chest.
“Oh,” he whines, Kai working him through the aftershocks gently.
It's good for a little while, until it becomes too much and Soobin's little sounds turn pained and overwhelmed. Then Kai goes still, letting Soobin's cock flop limply against his stomach, and wipes his sticky fingers on the already ruined sheets. For a long moment, they just catch their breaths.
Soobin pries his eyes open and gets dizzy all over again when met with the sight of Kai staring down at him, cheeks flushed and his chest heaving from exertion.
“Did that feel good, hyung?” He asks. Soobin nods meekly in response.
He wants to offer to help Kai too, but he can't muster up the words or the energy just yet, instead opting to fumble through the sheets for Kai's hand until he can grab onto it.
“So sweet,” Kai coos. Soobin's tail makes a pitiful attempt at wagging.
After another few moments, when Soobin is settled enough, Kai pulls out. Soobin winces, sensitive, the discomfort of it unavoidable. It's only when Kai has removed the harness, dildo discarded somewhere on the mess of torn sheets to be cleaned properly later, their limbs tangled together while Soobin recovers, that Kai speaks again.
“You know I don't care about what they think, right?” He asks softly, his hand toying with one of Soobin's pointed ears. Like always, Soobin lets him, closing his eyes with a quiet sigh. “It really doesn't matter to me, hyung. Who cares what they think when I know the truth?”
“I don't care what they think of me either,” Soobin says, disgruntled. “I'm used to it. It's just–I hate that they drag you into it. I hate that they look down on you for it. Making you out to be stupid when you're not.”
It makes his chest squeeze, upset all over again just thinking about it. How can he help growling when someone so precious to him is being looked at that way? He should keep Kai safe and protected from that kind of thing. It's an urge he can't escape. Anyone who looks down on Kai is immediately someone Soobin hates.
“People will always do that,” Kai says. His hand drops from Soobin's ear to brush some of his hair out of his face, the touch gentle. “They'll always judge based on appearances. There isn't anything you can do to stop it, Soobinie-hyung.”
Soobin growls quietly, curling inward to bury his face in Kai's chest. It's a very nice chest. Comforting. He likes it a lot. Liked it back before Kai started hitting the gym, likes it now too. He thinks he'll never run out of things to like about Kai, because there's just so much to like.
“At least they're not making me out to be violent,” Kai muses. “That always did upset me a little. To them I might be naive or stupid, but they'll always look at you like you're bad, or like it's inevitable that you'll hurt me. That really doesn't bother you?”
“No,” Soobin huffs. “They're stupid. What do they know, anyway? You're the one throwing me around.”
Kai pinches his cheek.
“You like it,” he says cutely. And Soobin does.
Kai is warm against him, his thighs trapping one of Soobin's legs between them, the skin of his navel soft beneath Soobin's palm, so lovely, so close. Kai shifts, the little bow at the front of his underwear rubbing against Soobin's thigh, and all at once, Soobin is reminded that Kai never got off. He uncurls until he can roll over on his back, still jelly-limbed and glassy-eyed, Kai watching him curiously.
“Sit on my face?” Soobin asks, and Kai chokes.
“What, now?”
Soobin frowns at him.
“Do you not want to? We can do something else.”
That's all it takes to get Kai scrambling. He sits up in a hurry, ears perked up adorably at the sides of his head, curly hair all askew.
“Of course I want to,” he says, working his underwear down over his hips. He tosses them aside and knee-walks closer to Soobin on the mattress. “You know what you do to me, hyung, don't pretend.”
“I know what fucking me does to you,” Soobin teases. “Would've offered earlier, but I was kind of…”
“Loopy? Fucked out? Did I fuck you dumb, hyungie?”
Soobin pouts, but he's quickly distracted by Kai lifting a knee to carefully settle into position, hovering over Soobin's chest as he reaches for the headboard to stabilize himself. And the view–god, the view.
Being a lamb hybrid, Kai has always had a little more hair than most, even before he started testosterone. He used to be insecure about it, worried Soobin would find it unattractive. It's safe to say that Soobin doesn't. He doesn't need Kai to shave and he doesn't even need him to trim the patch of curls, likes him just like this, no extra effort required.
And listen, okay, Soobin really does know what fucking him does to Kai. It's hardly a secret. Kai likes to have control–both over Soobin's pleasure and his own. It's a good thing, a great thing really, that Soobin likes to give it to him. He likes how much it gets Kai going, likes how wet it gets him, likes to see and feel and taste the evidence of it.
He reaches up to help support Kai, hands cupping his ass, and Kai laughs at him. Soobin doesn't really care to know what expression he must be making, but his mouth is wet with drool, so he has a good idea of what it entails already.
“Okay, hyung, I'll give you what you want.”
Hearing it put that way, like it's only something Soobin wants, like Kai is just indulging him–it sends a fresh shiver of arousal through him. But Kai gives it to him, hovering over his mouth until Soobin's grip on his ass tightens and drags him down the remaining few centimeters, mouth open and waiting.
It always takes Kai a moment to really find what he likes the most. But he always settles for the same thing, inevitably, his hands leaving the headboard to curl into Soobin's hair, breath hitching as he takes his pleasure the way he wants it. He starts off tentative like usual, like he's worried he might crush Soobin if he doesn't. Frankly, Soobin wouldn't mind at all.
“That's sweet, hyung, but I'd rather you not die during sex,” Kai told him once. “Kind of a turn off.”
In the present, Soobin stiffens his tongue for Kai to grind against and is rewarded with a sweet moan, Kai's hips rolling eagerly against his mouth, fingers tugging at Soobin's hair.
“Yeah, that's–that's good, hyung, just like that,” Kai chokes out. Between his legs, Soobin's tail thumps eagerly against the mattress, the praise warming him from the inside out. Kai shifts a little, and he must be looking over his shoulder, because he laughs again, all breathy and perfect as he grinds down onto Soobin's tongue. “Wow, again? Already?”
Soobin whines, the sound of it muffled against Kai, and his hands grip harder at Kai's ass–too hard, probably, but Kai doesn't complain. He can't help it. He can't help what Kai does to him, hips kicking up into nothing, cock hardening against his hip with every grind of Kai's dick against his tongue.
“Ah–sometimes, sometimes I wonder if you're a wolf or a rabbit, Soobinie-hyung. Y-your stamina is–fuck–r-ridiculous. You really like me, don't you?”
Forget like, Soobin loves him. He's pretty sure he's obsessed with Kai, but if he could he'd be replying, so much, so much, just to give Kai the answer he's looking for. As it is he just moans, hips jerking again, fingers digging bruises into Kai's skin.
Kai's chattiness dies down the closer he gets. Instead of talking or teasing Soobin for his renewed neediness, he makes quiet little sounds, breathy gasps and grunts, using his grip on Soobin's hair to hold him in place as he works himself to the edge. Soobin's hands tremble, kneading his hips, his ass, anything to help Kai over without stealing control away from him.
“A-Ah, I'm,” Kai gasps, readjusting his grip in Soobin's hair, carding his fingers through the strands before holding them tight again. “I'm close, hyung.”
Just what Soobin wants to hear. A fresh rush of heat surges through him, his heart pounding in his ears, in his throat. He gives another pleading whine, practically begging for it. He just loves the way Kai tastes so much, can never get enough of it. He loves the way Kai sounds when he tips over the edge, grinding his dick against Soobin's tongue, thighs quaking as he chokes out a strangled moan.
He shivers for a long time, jolting against Soobin's mouth until he finally stills and lifts himself a little higher, still a little shaky. Soobin can't help but whimper, drool wet on his chin and still craving another taste. As much as Kai will let him have. Maybe Kai knows this, maybe Soobin is just obvious, because Kai looks down at him, into his glossy eyes and at his open mouth, and smiles.
“Clean me up, hyung?” He asks. Soobin wastes no time.
Usually, Kai isn't really into this. He prefers the focus on his dick, prefers to get off that way instead, holding Soobin perfectly still and controlling everything. But sometimes, after, he'll let Soobin put his mouth elsewhere, knowing how badly he wants it. And Soobin wants it. He yanks Kai back down against him, and Kai's giggling breaks off into another soft moan as Soobin laps up the mess of slick and drool between his legs.
He tries to be gentle. He really, really does, knowing Kai is sensitive post-orgasm and that this is a gift Soobin has been given that he shouldn't spoil. But he can't help being enthusiastic, laving his tongue sloppily over every inch of skin, refusing to miss a single drop of his reward, humping the air uselessly as spit and slick trail down his chin.
“Hyung,” Kai gasps, tugging on his hair. His thighs are shaking again, and he says, “Okay, okay, hyungie–enough.”
Soobin relents, but not without one last whine, nipping at the soft skin of Kai's inner thigh. Kai clambers off of him, all wobbly, and collapses onto the mattress beside him.
“I told you to clean me up, but I think you just made a bigger mess,” he jokes. Then he rolls onto his side and pushes himself up to give Soobin a kiss. Soobin lets him, pliant and dazed, just mouthing at Kai's lips without any finesse. Against his mouth, Kai murmurs, “You have a little problem down there. Do you want me to help you with it?”
He pulls away enough for Soobin to answer, smiling fondly when Soobin just shakes his head. He could go again if he really wanted to, but even though he's hard, he kind of doesn't. He just wants to lie here and kiss Kai a little longer.
“Okay,” Kai says, kissing him again, sweet and chaste. “Then let's go wash up.”
Soobin's ears flatten against his head. Kai reaches out and tweaks one playfully.
“Hyung, I don't know about you, but I'm not interested in being this sticky for any longer than I need to. I want to shower.”
And Soobin wants what Kai wants, so he gives in with only minimal grumbling, standing on wobbly legs and trailing after Kai into the bathroom. They take turns washing each other. Kai snickers when Soobin's hands wander a little too much, lingering on his pecs, but it stays tame for the most part.
When that's done, they towel each other off. Kai giggles at him again while Soobin is focused on carefully dabbing his inner ears with one of the new, fuzzy towels Kai picked out last week.
“What?” Soobin asks, eyes flitting to Kai's face.
“Nothing,” Kai says. He throws the towel in his hands over Soobin's head and scrunches it messily. “You're just cute when you're focused. Your dimples are showing, hyung.”
Soobin snorts, and Kai moves on to drying his ears next, touch gentling from the rough handling he'd been giving Soobin's hair.
“No, seriously. And your eyes get all big and sparkly.”
“Is it your mission to convince me I'm cute or something?” Soobin asks. He sniffs. “Don't shove your agenda down my throat.”
Kai's eyes gleam mischievously.
“I'll shove something else down your–”
Soobin shoves him lightly and he breaks off into giggles. Cheeks flaring hot, Soobin sends a wary glance at the dildo sitting washed and properly cleaned on the sink.
“It wouldn't fit if you tried,” he says, even though Kai never specified which dick he'd be using. It's the one they've used most recently, so it's the one on Soobin's mind, but it's just so monstrous that there's just no way.
“Just the tip then, hyung.”
Soobin scowls, but his face is red. He tucks the thought away to mull over later.
When they're both dry and dressed and the poor, ruined sheets have been torn off the bed and replaced with a new set, Kai slumps down on the bed, little lamb tail twitching.
Soobin flops down on top of him, ignoring Kai's little grunt at the impact in favor of nuzzling against his stomach. He slides a hand up the shirt Kai is wearing, fingers feeling their way up his ribs, along the edge of one healed scar, and nips at the soft pouch of Kai's belly where his happy trail disappears into the fresh pair of underwear he's changed into.
“That tickles,” Kai says, giggling. “Hyung, stop.”
Soobin huffs warmly against his skin and pulls away enough to wriggle up Kai's body, sprawled on top of him, planting his face in the crook of Kai's neck.
“You're so weird,” Kai tells him, voice dripping with fondness. Soobin hums his agreement. His hand curls around Kai's side, just feeling him still.
“What were you planning for dinner?” He asks, nose rubbing against Kai's neck. He'll admit he's been curious ever since Kai decided on tomatoes at the store.
“I don't actually know yet. I was thinking I'd just look up a recipe or something and we can make it together.”
Soobin lifts his face from Kai's neck, staring at him disbelievingly. Objectively, they are both disasters in the kitchen. Winging a recipe neither of them has ever made before sounds like the epitome of a bad idea.
“Maybe we should just order in,” he says.
Kai's mouth sinks into a pout.
“That's so mean, hyungie.” And he pinches Soobin on the ass, making him yelp at the shock of it. “I want to cook and you're going to help me.”
“Fine,” Soobin sighs, dreading the inevitable clean-up later. He can only scrape burnt food off the bottom of a pan so many times before he swears off cooking entirely. “But I wanna nap first.”
“Only because I'm tired too,” Kai yawns. “You're so spoiled, hyung.”
Lying together with Kai like this might just be his favorite thing in the whole world. The late afternoon sun fills the room with an orange glow, painting everything sleepy and gold. Every breath Kai takes jostles Soobin on top of him, and his skin is so soft and warm that Soobin never wants to stop touching it.
“I love you,” Kai mumbles sleepily against the tip of Soobin's ear, several minutes into their nap attempt. Soobin replies with a gentle kiss against his neck.
“Love you too.”
A long time ago, Kai told him that other people's opinions had no place in their relationship. He repeats it often, but it doesn't really change the fact that those opinions exist.
Sometimes Soobin thinks they're right about some things. Those people who watch and judge them–sometimes their beliefs are founded in truth. The primal urge to devour Kai will never quite leave Soobin alone. He can't escape it. But he knows, Soobin knows, that if it ever came to that, his teeth around Kai's throat and ready to sink in, it would be at Kai's hand, his fingers curled tight in Soobin's hair, holding him there at his will and no one else's.
If there's one thing he is, it's honest, so Soobin isn't lying when he says he wouldn't have it any other way.