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Junsu sighed. “Bathetic,” he said in English, throwing down his pencil.
“Pathetic,” Nichkhun helpfully corrected, and in afterthought added, “It’s not bad. You just need to take a break.”
Obediently, Junsu nodded and stored the piece of information like a little English nut in his hollow. Nichkhun smiled encouragingly and reversed back to Korean. “Are you hungry? Let’s make lunch together. Minjae is outside with Taec…”
Normally, Junsu would have nodded no, he needed to work on his work and not be bothered. But this was a special type of predicament. Khun had never really asked Junsu to do anything with him besides to listen to his singing, correct his singing, look speciously enthusiastic while he was singing-
“What, I don’t burn the stove. Not like,” Khun startled, and then Junsu remembered that he was making that face again.
“Oh, okay.” He got up and shook his body, sore from hours of sitting down. “You know anything else besides fried rice and eggs? I’m so sick of Wooyoung’s cooking.”
“Pathetic,” Nichkhun helpfully corrected, and in afterthought added, “It’s not bad. You just need to take a break.”
Obediently, Junsu nodded and stored the piece of information like a little English nut in his hollow. Nichkhun smiled encouragingly and reversed back to Korean. “Are you hungry? Let’s make lunch together. Minjae is outside with Taec…”
Normally, Junsu would have nodded no, he needed to work on his work and not be bothered. But this was a special type of predicament. Khun had never really asked Junsu to do anything with him besides to listen to his singing, correct his singing, look speciously enthusiastic while he was singing-
“What, I don’t burn the stove. Not like,” Khun startled, and then Junsu remembered that he was making that face again.
“Oh, okay.” He got up and shook his body, sore from hours of sitting down. “You know anything else besides fried rice and eggs? I’m so sick of Wooyoung’s cooking.”