Shun felt his face warm up so quickly, it felt like the heat of summer on his skin. Swallowing, he turned to the man and stepped forward. Another and another until he had pressed his lips to the idol prince. Oh dear God was he desperate.

Suu Jin wrapped arms around him and walked backwards into the stall, closing and locking it.

“Hm, Ah Shun,” Jin pulled back licking his lips, “Are these thank you kisses?”

“I miss you.”

Shun admitted before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth. Emerald eyes closed as the pinkette breathed out a soft smile. Fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull the hand away from his lips. Their lips touched again and Shun sighed into it.

He really did miss the beautiful idol.

“I miss you too.”

The silver haired male’s face blossomed like a rose on a winter’s day. Suu Jin cupped Shun’s face and they just stared at one another. His arms wrapped around the idol, interlocking his fingers as If to keep the man with him. Another light kiss was pressed on his lips.

He wondered why Jin had not used tongue yet. He tried but the pinkette only kissed his lips over and over. He supposed that was alright. There were reporters right outside and he knew, for the sake of both their careers, they would need to hide away, like they were now.

His heart dropped thinking of this predicament.

‘Is this… Is this what I have to do when I return home? Hide away with the man I love or hide away my feelings. It… It is not a good feeling…’

The door to the restroom sounded. Shun and Jin stared at one another for a moment, before Shun, being the smart cookie he was, dropped to the floor and slid to the adjacent stall. Green eyes blinked at the wiggling body disappearing under the stall wall. He opened his mouth wanting to speak, but then he remembered the other set of footsteps in the restroom.

Fixing himself, he flushed the unused toilet and walked out to find Wen Dong tapping his foot. Their eyes met and Jin frowned.

“You.”

“Oh come on,” Wen Dong threw his hands in the air, “Why can’t you get over the pizza situation? Huh?”

Jin’s eyes lowered even more and the frown turned into a scowl. Wen Dong groaned and crossed his arms, shaking his head at such a grudge the man would hold.

“You think it is about that?” Jin questioned coldly, blankly as the pinkette pulled his emotions in.

“Pssh, what else could it be?”

“You are a fool.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” Wen Dong rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.

This only ticked Jin off and Wen Dong suddenly was faced to face with a huffing Suu Jin.

“You forgot what you did? How convenient! I will never forgive you, Wen Dong, for that party.”

“Party? What party?” The trainee questioned with a frown and furrowed brows.

Hands grabbed his shirt and shook him, causing his back to hit the wall. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did the bleach seeped into his head and killed the brain cells?! Why the hell was Suu Jin so aggressive with him now?!

“Ah Jin!” Ping Ping cried out leaving the stall, “What are you doing?!”

Suu Jin let Wen Dong go and exhaled deeply. He went to wash his hands and looked over to see his baby cousin fussing over that stupid guy. One thing he would regret was Ping Ping’s reliance on Wen Dong. He would never had them meet.

“Oi! Wash your hands!” Wen Dong avoided those baby hands.

Ping seemed to remember and went to wash his hands in the sink closest to Wen Dong. His brown eyes, without the green contacts, stared worriedly at his cousin. When Ping was done, he stood close to his friend in case something were to happen again.

Shun, finally collected himself enough to leave the stall. His stupid self did not look well enough on the floor, before sliding like a hockey puck. That was why he was sliding like a hockey puck. Some sort of oil stained his shirt and he tried to wipe it off with the toilet paper, but nothing was happening. He even, to his chagrin, dipped a piece into the toilet water to see if that would help, but it did nothing but made the front of his shirt worse.

However, when he heard the argument, he frowned and was getting ready to leave, but his small bladder had to act up, requiring him to relieve himself. Doing so, he flushed and left the stall to see Wen Dong fixing his shirt, Ping Ping smoothing the shirt while staring at his cousin with a frown. Suu Jin… the pinkette looked emotionless.

It was scary and Shun had seen it before on his father’s face.

A face like that only led to misfortune.

“Oh! Ah Dong, Ah Ping! You’re both here?”

“Shun,” Wen Dong smiled and Ping ran over to hug him.

“Gege! I am so happy for you!”

“Thank you,” Shun grinned washing his hands with Ping hanging off him.

His childhood friend went over to through an arm over his shoulders. They looked at one another and laughed, shaking their head as if their dreams weren’t coming true.

“Tell me you got into the group,” Shun looked at his friend.

“Of course, I did! Look at these muscles I built up!” Wen Dong flexed before them and Shun laughed pushing his friend.

Ping unwrapped himself from Shun to stand beside his friend, still sending worried eyes at the pinkette. He wondered what was going on with his cousin and why was he angry with Wen Dong. His friend had done nothing that he could think of to even get on Suu Jin’s bad side.

They were really good friend back then!

Ping pouted, unable to wrap his brain around it at all. Fingers ran through his curly hair and he tilted his head back to look at Wen Dong.

“Baby Ping Ping, your mama and baba said they are tired and they need to wake early tomorrow. So, say your goodbyes to Ah Shun. We probably won’t see him for a long time again.”

“What?” Shun frowned and his didi gripped him tightly.

“I will miss you, Ah Shun! Don’t forget to eat and drink lots of water!”

Shun then felt a warm palm on his shoulder. He looked into the brown eyes of his childhood friend.

“When we debut, convince your manager to collab with us, okay? Keep fighting Shun!”

He felt his heart constrict and he hugged his friends tight. They walked out, sending glances at the pinkette still standing silently. Shun blinked at Jin and walked over to wrap his fingers around soft hand. Green eyes blinked for a moment before turning to him.

“What is wrong?”

“Why are you friends with him?”

“With who?”

“Wen Dong.”

Shun felt the squeeze to his fingers and he searched that handsome face. The man looked like a stone and Shun frowned, using his freehand to pat the sternness off such soft face.

“He’s my best friend. We grew up together and he had always been there for me. Why don’t you like him?”

“…”

“Ah Jin,” Shun leaned closer and nuzzled the side of the pinkette’s face, “Please tell me, please?”

“…”

“Jin,” he whined and heard the angelic laughter from pretty lips.

The idol prince pulled his head away and placed a quick, but gentle kiss on his lips.

“What do you know of the birthday party?”