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When they get to Amsterdam, it's hard to behave. There are so many things they could be doing in Europe, and they can't do anything because they're on tour and they don't have the time, not to mention none of them can afford to get hurt or sick.
But.
"To dinner as a group?" Taeyeob asks. "What do you mean by 'out'?"
The show is over, the fan engagement is over, and now they're just waiting around while everyone gets packed up to leave and head back to the hotel. Currently, their manager is sitting on a counter, looking at his phone. His name is Minho and he certainly very pointedly doesn't acknowledge that they're currently discussing going out, which he has most definitely not sanctioned.
"Y'know," Kyubin says. "Out."
Taeyeob is squinting into a bag of gummies as he shakes it, looking for the flavor he likes best. That flavor is also, unfortunately, the same flavor Yongsoo likes best, so there are about ten seconds before Taeyeob gets super irritated when he figures out Yongsoo got to this packet before him.
At least Yongsoo's on the other side of the room.
"Like, to a club, out?" Taeyeob asks. "Soo-yah! You can't pick all of one flavor out of the bag! We agreed!"
"You did it two days ago," Yongsoo says.
"I think," Wookjin says, raising his voice slightly so that the bickering stops before they really get started, "that we should at least do something. Even though, as leader, I'm supposed to say we shouldn't. So this is me saying we shouldn't."
His tone makes it clear that he's saying the words, but he's not exactly going to argue against going. He's twenty-five. It's his first time in Europe. He wants to go.
"To be clear," Junhyung says, without looking up from the game he's playing. "He means that banana sex thing."
"Bananenbar," Kyubin says, only sort of tripping over the name.
He sees their manager's head whip up out of the corner of his eye.
"Banana sex thing?" Taeyeob asks. "What the fu - " He turns toward Kyubin. "Why would you even know about that?" He looks over at Junhyung. "Why do you know about that?"
This time Junhyung looks up. "Lizzo lawsuit," he says, then shrugs before looking back at the game.
"Okay, so explain this? Because I'm imagining you fucking a banana and I'm not loving that," Taeyeob says.
Sungho stops halfway out of the bathroom. "I - you know what, I don't want to know. Whatever you do to a banana is between you and your god."
"Hot Guy wants to go to a sex show," Junhyung says. Sungho flops onto the couch next to him, in a world where "next to him" means semi-on top of Junhyung and definitely an impediment to Junhyung's game play.
"I hate it when you call him that," Sungho says.
"I can't see, get - hyung, please - " Junhyung makes an irritated noise and lets go of the game console. "You're a dick."
"But I'm not fucking a banana, so," Sungho says, then shrugs. He slides over on the couch so he's no longer sitting on Junhyung.
"I'm not fucking a banana," Kyubin says. "Fuck sake."
They've been busy. The European tour is a whirlwind and every single part of it has been so insanely hot, and he's nearly delirious from the last of sleep, or the shitty sleep from constant travel and sleeping in strange beds. But the shows have been a blast, absolutely insane, and he's been so high on the adrenaline that it's made his insomnia even worse and -
He's basically losing his mind. So yeah, going to a sex show or a sex club or whatever sounds right up his alley right about now.
"I brought it up," he says, "because we're in a place known for that, and I want to do something. And also I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin, and it sounds wild as fuck so why not."
"It's not that I don't want to go, but I also feel like it's too hot to go to any kind of club," Yongsoo says. "I mostly want to take a cold shower and... lay spread eagle on the bed."
"Soo-yah," Junhyung says. "Don't be a baby, come dance with me."
"I didn't say I wasn't going to," Yongsoo says. "I'm just saying I want to be a baby about it first."
Junhyung pouts at him. Minho heaves a sigh and slides off the counter, walking to stand in the middle of the room.
"Okay listen," he says. "I cannot let you go to the red light district and fuck a banana."
"I'm not gonna - did you hear me say I'm not gonna fuck a banana?" Kyubin asks.
"This is the worst job I've ever had," Minho tells them with a sigh. "Also if any of you were going to fuck a banana, Kyubin would not be my first guess. Congratulations, I guess."
Wookjin snorts.
"So no, I cannot allow you to go to a banana sex show," Minho says. Then he takes a deep breath. "But since I also want to go, we're all going to pretend that nobody went, and if any of you rat me out I'll kill you in your sleep."
"Cool," Kyubin says. "So all of us are going?"
"Which of us do you think would fuck a banana?" Yongsoo asks.
They don't end up at the banana place, because their driver suggests a place that he claims is a much better show. The streets in the red light district are packed with tourists, and they blend right in once they're dropped off, late-night anonymous.
They buy tickets and find seats in the theatre and - it's kind of weird, actually. They're sitting down in a theatre to watch people fuck? Kyubin realizes that his drink is empty and he definitely needs more before this show gets started.
Minho is chatting with a blonde girl near the end of their aisle and Kyubin has to squeeze past them to go back to the bar. He comes back with multiple drinks, Wookjin and Taeyeob following behind him back from the bar. They slip back into the row, climbing over each other to get back into their seats.
The blonde girl is seated in front of them. Before the show starts, she twists back around and holds out her hand toward Minho. She says something in English, but Kyubin misses part of it.
"You can share with your friends," she says. She has an accent that Kyubin doesn't recognize. "It will make it more fun."
"What's that?" Kyubin asks, looking over.
"Drugs," Minho says. And then he holds his hand out toward Kyubin. The funny thing is, he recognizes it, the little tablets sitting in Minho's hand with their little icons and he thinks about every time he's ever watched Romeo and Juliet, partially because they reenacted it in his solo video.
"If you do it like this it's more fun," the girl says, and puts one of the pills on the end of her tongue before turning toward the guy next to her - who Kyubin assumes she knows, but who the fuck knows at this point, because she's also been hitting on Minho the entire time they've been at the theatre and now she's shoving her tongue into this guy's mouth to give him drugs and -
Kyubin's not sure what he expected, but he's pretty sure that it wasn't Minho immediately repeating the action. Kyubin watches the tiny white dot disappear into the girl's mouth along with Minho's tongue.
Okay, so maybe the night is going to go off the rails early.
Share with your friends. There's enough for all of them, if they want. He holds out his hand, offering down the row to the rest of the members, playing the most annoying game of telephone while they all fumble drinks nervously.
Most of them shake their heads, which checks out, honestly, and they're smarter for doing it. Wookjin is the only one who takes one, but he pops it directly into his mouth and swallows.
"You don't want to do it the fun way?" the girl asks, and pouts, and Kyubin realizes she's flirting. "I'm sure someone would have been willing to -"
Kyubin doesn't hear the rest of what she says because fingers brush across his palm and when he looks away from the girl, Junhyung is already bringing the tablet to his mouth and putting it on the tip of his tongue and leaning toward Kyubin and Kyubin hadn't even known Junhyung was paying attention and further down the row, Kyubin notices that Sungho is certainly paying attention, and then
And then Junhyung is kissing him, and Kyubin swallows the pill.
"Oh," the girl says, brightening. "I thought you were boring, but you're just gay."
Yongsoo almost spits out his drink.
Whatever they took is starting to take effect. The show is ending and people are starting to leave and the girl turns back to them and says, "we're going to a sex club after this, if you want to join us," but she's not looking at anyone but their manager when she suggests it.
Kyubin feels up for anything, and they make their way to the next place. It's an actual club - a bar, a dance floor, the works, but the girl explains to them there are other... things. Playrooms. Private rooms.
Sungho is the one who mentions the glory holes, not because he wants to do it, but just because he notices the club they're in even has them. They're something on a long list of things that the club offers, a single line in a list of a dozen other accommodations. They're more focused on getting drinks, getting onto the dance floor.
The dance floor is packed with bodies, roaming hands, bare skin. Kyubin stands near the bar, his shirt already damp with sweat, the room full of people and movement and also he's on drugs. Wookjin and Yongsoo are next to him, both of them with drinks, both of them swaying with each other to the music, not in a deliberate way, but in the way where they're a little drunk and they can't stop themselves.
Kyubin wonders how Wookjin feels, what the high is like for him. Kyubin is still thinking about the glory holes.
Sungho joins him after a moment, and together they stand still, watching where Taeyeob and Junhyung have started to blend into the crowd of writhing bodies. They're pressed together, moving together to the beat, and Kyubin absently thinks that it looks like dancing is the only thing they've ever known, like it's all their bodies were made for.
"I'm going to fuck him later," he hears Sungho say, and when he meets Sungho's eyes, Sungho bites his lip, and Kyubin realizes he's not sure if Sungho means Taeyeob or Junhyung.
Kyubin is still thinking about the glory holes.
He finishes his drink, then reaches out to loop his arm through Wookjin's, starting to lead him away from the crowded dance floor. Yongsoo moves in the opposite direction, slipping between people until he gets to Taeyeob, slipping up behind him and pressing them together. Kyubin sees Taeyeob laugh.
Wookjin twists his hand until his fingers are laced through Kyubin's, Wookjin's sweaty palm pressed against his. They weave their way toward a hallway, a stairway, and Kyubin knows the exact moment Wookjin realizes where they're headed.
"Wait," Wookjin says, pulling Kyubin to a stop. "Are you really going to do this?"
"I don't know," Kyubin says. He's half hard - not because the show they went to was particularly titillating, because if he's honest it was mostly weird, but because he's high and he feels so good and everyone around him is touching each other.
He grins at Wookjin.
"You wanna watch if I do?" he asks.
Wookjin's eyes go a little bit wide, but then he licks his lips and smiles.
It feels strange to push Wookjin back against the wall, to kiss him in a place where everyone can see them and no one even bats an eye, even though they're both men. The only thing anyone says to them is to ask if they're looking for someone else to play. They both stop, looking at the guy who asked, and Wookjin shakes his head.
"Too bad," the guy says, "could've been hot!'
Then he waves at them and he's gone, and Kyubin wonders if this is just what it's like to be on drugs. Wookjin laughs, his body shaking against Kyubin's. They manage to find the glory holes and it's - just a room and there are slots in the wall and it's not remotely a sexy thing.
"This is - this is so bizarre," Kyubin says. They bump against the wall next to one of the holes, maybe a little harder than Kyubin means to, and Wookjin makes a tiny grunting noise that disappears into Kyubin's mouth when his back hits.
He doesn't really seem to mind so much, his hands on Kyubin's waist, slipping under the tail of his shirt, damp with sweat and half-unbuttoned from when they first came through the door and Minho's German tourist hookup had told him, "it's a sex club, you have to look sexy." Kyubin had wanted to explain to her that he already looked sexy, he's professionally sexy, but it had felt too much like telling her too much, so he'd kept his mouth shut.
Wookjin is professionally sexy, his lips red and wet and his shirt also unbuttoned halfway, his hands making quick work of unbuttoning Kyubin's pants before pushing them down his hips, his underwear with them.
His fingers wrap around Kyubin's cock and Kyubin kisses Wookjin again just to hide the noise of the embarrassing way he moans. Wookjin's hand was sweaty against his, but now it's too dry against his cock. He pushes forward, thrusting into Wookjin's hand.
Then Wookjin is guiding his cock toward that hole in the wall. Slipping it through, and -
Nothing happens. He's just a dude, standing in a club, with his dick stuck in a hole waiting for something to happen.
Wookjin starts giggling.
"This is not sexy," Kyubin mutters.
"I'm sorry," Wookjin says. "Maybe there are just better dicks poking through than yours and -"
"Fuck off," Kyubin says, and then they're kissing again, Kyubin reaching around to grip the back of Wookjin's pants to pull him closer.
And that's about the time a stranger's mouth closes around the head of his cock.
His body jerks, startled, and he'd probably double over or jerk back, but he has to think about the health of his dick, and instead his grip tightens on Wookjin, who just starts giggling at him again.
The mouth on his cock is sloppy and wet, and overall it's just kind of a terrible blowjob. It's still a blowjob; his dick is still in someone's mouth, and that's always pretty good. It's shallow and too wet and he wonders if he's been spoiled by Taeyeob's lack of gag reflex or Sungho's willingness to let someone fuck his mouth.
He exhales sharp against Wookjin's mouth when there's just a little bit too much teeth and Wookjin pulls back. "You okay?" he asks, his voice quiet, just for Kyubin.
"I've had better," Kyubin says.
"Hang on," Wookjin says, and then he's pulling away, and Kyubin wants to hang on.
"No," Kyubin says, but Wookjin is already walking away, and Kyubin is left alone - well, sort of, because there's still a slippery-wet mouth on his cock, and it feels a lot less thrilling when Wookjin isn't there with him, watching him, kissing him.
Kyubin's not even close to getting off, but the mouth on the other side of the hole disappears anyway, and he's back just just being a guy standing in a room with his dick in a hole. He can't help but wonder if it's normal for someone to leave halfway through blowing someone like that, or if his dick is somehow offensive in some way, but he's never had any complains before, and then -
The mouth closes on his cock again and almost instantly he knows that it's a different mouth.
It's less sloppy and less wet and this person knows what they're doing in a way the person before didn't. Kyubin can feel his dick hit the back of this person's throat, then they swallow and Kyubin groans and leans his head against the wall with a soft thump.
He's not sure what the protocol is for this. Is he allowed to fuck the mouth on the other side of the wall? Does he just blow his load in their mouth when he comes? Should he pull out? Should they have used a condom? Will they swallow? Should he warn them in some way?
He chooses the last option, giving a sharp knock on the wall that he's not even sure the person sucking his dick hears before he's coming into the feeling of a throat working around his dick, swallowing, a tongue swiping across the tip as a parting gift.
He takes a moment, breathing in and out with his forehead rested against the probably-gross wall, not even thinking about the breakout he's probably going to get on his forehead later, before pulling his pants back into place and leaving the room. He nearly bumps into Wookjin outside the door. His beautiful Wookjin, with his pink hair and red lips and pink cheeks and a flush that goes all the way down his neck and the pale skin of his chest.
Wookjin kisses him, siding his arms around Kyubin's waist and pulling him in close. Kyubin can taste come on Wookjin's tongue, and Kyubin suddenly understands why the second person sucking him off was so much better - it was Wookjin, who's probably sucked him off a thousand times, who knows what Kyubin likes.
"Mm," Kyubin says when Wookjin pulls back and looks up at him, sweaty pink fringe sticking to his forehead. "Mine."
"Someone had to give you a good time," Wookjin says. Then they're kissing again, Kyubin's hands sliding down Wookjin's back to tug him closer, pulling him close until their hips are pressed together, until Kyubin can feel Wookjin's cock pressed hard against him.
Kyubin moves one hand, slipping his fingers into the front of Wookjin's waistband, and someone is saying something to them in Dutch, which Kyubin is pretty sure is just telling them to get out of the way.
Wookjin giggles, this time a little nervous, and the flush on his cheeks and neck is darker now. They're holding hands as they head back down the hallway, back to the dance floor to find the rest of the group. Their manager is nowhere to be seen, but as they get closer to the dance floor, at least Junhyung is tall enough that he can be spotted, near the edge of the dance floor, back by the bar.
When they get closer they can see that Yongsoo is the only one with him, pressed so close that the only way they can move is together. Junhyung's shirt seems to have gone missing somewhere and the hair that's fallen loose from his ponytail is stuck to his forehead and neck with sweat and Kyubin distractedly thinks he'd lick absolutely all of the sweat off Junhyung in a heartbeat.
Instead he slips up behind Yongsoo, pressing his hips against Yongsoo's ass until Yongsoo turns his head, then realizes that it's just Kyubin before tipping his head back against Kyubin's shoulder with a smile.
"Hyung," he shouts over the thrum of the music. "Was it fun?"
"Yeah," Kyubin says. He's not sure that's totally true. Was it fun? It was weird, sure. He's not sorry he did it. He's glad that Wookjin was with him. He loops his arms around Yongsoo, lets Junhyung's body press Yongsoo's into him, trap him between them, shirt damp and skin slick.
Yongsoo twists between them until he's facing Kyubin, until he can reach his arms up to wrap around Kyubin's shoulders. He's drunk, Kyubin can smell the alcohol on his breath. "Will you tell me about it later?" he asks.
"Of course," Kyubin says.
"Where'd you lose the other hyungs?" Wookjin asks, leaning in close to be heard. He's almost-but-not-quite dancing with them, swaying close to Junhyung with the beat.
"They went somewhere quieter," Junhyung says, looking at Kyubin in a way that makes Kyubin think that "quieter" means they went to what one of their new German tourist friends called a "play room" when they came into the club. They're fucking, and Junhyung's pupils are still blown so high, and when he grins at Kyubin, Kyubin just smiles back.
Kyubin has no idea what time it is when they leave. His shirt is soaked through with sweat - his, other people's - and he's hard all over again even though they're stumbling out of the club and into a waiting car. No one even says anything about the German girl accompanying them back to the hotel, half in Minho's lap.
The presence of the driver means they keep their hands mostly to themselves. Taeyeob is half asleep against Kyubin's shoulder, drunk and fucked out. Wookjin and Yongsoo are whispering to each other in the far back seat. He hears Junhyung whisper "wait," from right behind him, and he's not going to address that at all.
Wookjin slips his fingers through the belt loop at the back of Kyubin's pants as he follows him back to their hotel room. He's the one that locks the door behind them, while Kyubin lets himself fall back onto the bed, still in his sweaty outside clothes. Wookjin comes to the bed to stand between his knees, looking down at him.
"Was it everything you thought it would be?" he asks, his voice soft.
Kyubin shrugs, an odd motion while lying on his back. "I didn't expect the blowjob to be that shitty," he says. "You know what I mean?"
Wookjin laughs. His stupid, loud, ugly laugh.
"You thought you were gonna stick your dick in a hole and get the best blowjob of your life?" Wookjin asks. Kyubin pushes himself into a sitting position and reaches out to rest his hands on Wookjin's hips. He pushes Wookjin's shirt up just enough that he can rub his thumbs along the bare skin just above the waistband of Wookjin's jeans.
"I was there to live the dream," Kyubin says. "So thanks for taking matters into your own hands."
"My mouth, technically," Wookjin says.
"Well, thanks," Kyubin says. He tugs at Wookjin's pants, slipping them down his hips until they catch on the curve of his ass and won't go further without work or without being unbuttoned. "You want me to get you back?"
"Rather fuck you," Wookjin says.
"Oh," Kyubin says. He grins, then rubs his thumb along the front of Wookjin's pants, over the hard curve of his cock through the fabric. "I think you could talk me into that."
"You think?" Wookjin asks, raising an eyebrow. "You're gonna make me work for it? After what I did for you?"
He pouts.
Kyubin pushes Wookjin back gently, then gets to his feet. He slides his hands up Wookjin's skin until he's tugging Wookjin's shirt up and off. He kisses Wookjin, soft, slow, like a lover and not like they're friends or like Wookjin hadn't sucked him off in a sex club earlier in the night. Like he cares, because he does.
They're still for a moment, mouths and tongues the only movement. Wookjin's skin feels so much colder underneath Kyubin's hands, like his hands are too hot, like they're going to leave marks.
Wookjin strips the rest of the way while Kyubin rummages through his bag for a bottle of lube. He tosses it over to Wookjin before stripping off his own clothes, leaving them in a sweaty pile near his suitcase before climbing into bed.
"I kind of still want to go down on you," Kyubin says.
"Maybe later," Wookjin says. He catches Kyubin's mouth with his, sucking Kyubin's lower lip into his mouth.
Kyubin isn't the kind of guy who is necessarily into making out a lot. There are people he likes making out with, and Wookjin happens to be one of them. He lets Wookjin take control, lets Wookjin be the one to push Kyubin onto his back, to nudge his thighs apart, to slip a hand between and tease fingers against Kyubin's asshole.
"Come on," Kyubin says.
"No," Wookjin says. "I'm the one that's been hard all night."
"Oh yeah?" Kyubin asks. Wookjin shifts his hips until his cock is pressed against Kyubin's hip. "I'm sure you could've asked nicely and someone would've taken care of it earlier."
"I wanted this," Wookjin says. He moves his fingers away, and the next time he touches Kyubin, his fingers are slick with lube. "I wanted you."
"You had me," Kyubin says.
"Stop being difficult," Wookjin says, pushing one finger as deep as he can and making Kyubin exhale sharply through his nose and arch his hips up off the bed. "I love that you like it a little rough."
"Is that what you love about me?" Kyubin asks.
"Probably the only thing," Wookjin says. He nips at Kyubin's lip, then smiles at him.
"Oh," Kyubin says. "Okay."
"Maybe you're my favorite hyung because you take it so well," Wookjin tells him. "You never complain. You take my fingers however I want."
"Maybe I do that because you sucked my dick in a glory hole," Kyubin says, shifting his hips to rock down against Wookjin's finger, already looking for more.
"I did that for you," Wookjin says. "And because I was getting secondhand embarrassment or something."
Kyubin laughs, and Wookjin gives him a second finger.
"You could go faster," Kyubin says.
"I could," Wookjin says. "But maybe I don't want to."
"You said you wanted to fuck me," Kyubin says. "So do it before the sun comes up."
"You're not usually the pushy one," Wookjin tells him. He grins, then kisses Kyubin again and scissors his fingers open, making Kyubin moan into his mouth.
"We were just at a sex club," Kyubin says. Wookjin laughs, and they're kissing again, and Wookjin is fingering him in earnest now, until Kyubin is riding Wookjin's fingers, his cock bobbing, hard, as they move.
"And you got off," Wookjin says. "And I didn't."
His voice is a whisper against Kyubin's mouth and he pulls his fingers out. Kyubin inhales sharply, hating every second of the way Wookjin loves edging himself like this so fucking much. Kyubin doesn't have the patience for that shit and Wookjin knows it.
"And I have offered up my extremely fucking hot body for you to solve that problem with and you're really fucking around about it," Kyubin says. Wookjin snorts out a startled laugh.
"You're so romantic," Wookjin says.
"If you wanted romance you wouldn't be in my bed," Kyubin says.
"I want you," Wookjin says, and one hand comes up to Kyubin's throat like he might choke him, fingers flexing. Kyubin swallows just to feel his throat move against Wookjin's hand.
Wookjin's other hand is guiding his cock to press against Kyubin's ass, pushing the head just past his hole with a sharp pop. Kyubin exhales, letting his body relax into it as Wookjin pushes in with one smooth motion. It hurts a little, yeah, but in a way that Kyubin really fucking enjoys.
His mouth is on Kyubin's neck, lips wet, then his tongue, and Kyubin wonders if Wookjin tastes just his sweat, or if he can taste Kyubin's cologne. Kyubin tangles his hand in Wookjin's hair as Wookjin fucks into him, hard and fast, slipping a hand between them to smear what's left of the lube on it down Kyubin's cock to jerk him off.
Wookjin's lips taste salty, Kyubin's own sweat, when Wookjin kisses Kyubin again. He kisses Kyubin between breaths, bringing his other hand up to brace against the headboard. His hips stutter when he comes, a moan muffled against Kyubin's mouth.
Later, Kyubin will give both of them the most cursory cleanup before asking, "do you want me to sleep here with you?"
"If you want to," Wookjin says, but he's already made space for Kyubin next to him.
Kyubin slips into bed, and Wookjin snuggles in next to him, his head on Kyubin's shoulder and one arm thrown across Kyubin's body.
Two minutes later, he says, "I am romantic, by the way."
Wookjin barks out a startled laugh. "What?" he asks.
"You said I wasn't romantic because I told you to stop fucking around," Kyubin says. "But now here we are, having a nice little post-coital cuddle. Romance."
"Fuck off," Wookjin groans, slapping Kyubin, open hand, directly on the tit. Kyubin cackles, even though the way it makes his nipple sting kind of goes straight to his dick.
"You love me," Kyubin says, lifting his hand and scratching his fingernails through the short hair at the back of Wookjin's head.
"Yeah," Wookjin says. "Unfortunately."
"Ew, feelings, gross," Kyubin says, and then. "I love you, too. And I'm really going to enjoy this ten minute nap we're about to take before your alarm goes off."
"Your alarm will also go off," Wookjin says.
"I'm asleep now," Kyubin says.
"Fuckin' hate you," Wookjin mutters.
Kyubin falls asleep with Wookjin heavy against him like a weighted blanket. He feels like he's barely closed his eyes when his alarm starts going off.
Wookjin groans.
They stumble through showering and making sure everything is packed, scraping into the lobby two minutes before their call time. Taeyeob is sitting on a bench near the doors, his posture so straight that Kyubin would know he was hungover even if he weren't wearing sunglasses indoors. Yongsoo is sitting next to him, slumped over hisbag.
Several other people are milling around. Kyubin notices the German girl standing near the door, looking at her phone. She shoves her phone in her bag and wiggles her fingers at Kyubin when she notices him watching as she goes to get into a car.
They pile into cars and head for the train station and Kyubin ends up stuffed in the back seat of a van next to Junhyung and someone's bag.
"Let's never do that again," Junhyung says, slumping over to lean against Kyubin. Kyubin knows the drive to the train station isn't that far, and yet he knows Junhyung will absolutely fall asleep before they get there.
"You didn't like it?" Kyubin says.
"No, I fucking loved it," Junhyung says. "But I never need to do it again."
"Rough morning?" Kyubin asks.
"Hyung," Junhyung says. "I think I died and I'm just a corpse now."
Kyubin snorts. "At what point did you die, though," he asks. "I'm asking because that means one of us is into necrophili - "
"Stop," Sungho says. Kyubin hadn't been sure he was listening, but apparently he was. Then, "banana-fucker."
Kyubin reaches out and shoves the back of Sungho's head.
"Nobody fucked a banana!"