Then he hesitated, a new kind of anxiety settling in his gut.Ī mischievous smile slowly formed on his face. Out of nowhere, an idea suddenly popped up in his head.
I still can't understand why Jaemin hates it. It was covered in strawberry jam, the faint sweet scent tickling Jeno's nose and tempting his taste buds. Then he looked down and spotted the towel Jaemin threw. Biting his lip, Jeno contemplatively stared at the door.
The older man sighed as he watched Jaemin closed the bathroom door with a bang.
