Minjun laughed, hands in his pockets - ever so innocently - as he followed behind Sangwoo, walking next to Gyungho. "Yeah? I'm glad you appreciate it, because I was styling it for, I don't know, two minutes and Sangwoo lost his cool."

All right, so maybe it had been closer to twenty minutes than two, but still. "I like your face always." He felt he should know. "And your suit. Every time I see you in a suit, I want to sprinkle it with paint all over. I feel it'd match your inside more then."