Title: Ready to pose, pretty boy
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key, side!Onew/Minho
Genre: College!Au, Romance, Comedy
Rating: R, for being suggestive and sexual oh-la-la
Wordcount: 5,089
Summary: Being a poor college student is a hard life to deal with, especially when the only job you can get requires you taking off all your clothes.
Author Note: This was my SHINee secret Santa gift for
g_odalisque13. I don't think that it was my best thing ever, but... I tried my best! Hopefully you will enjoy it, my dear~ And...I attempted to beta this myself and fish out all of the earlier mistakes. There was quite a few... Hopefully that fixed all of the grammar and spelling errors. =___=
This was originally posted
here at SHINee Secret Santa.
“I don’t understand what is going through that head of yours, what is there to even think about? It‘s easy money, easy work, and the only hard thing is making sure you don’t move around that much. What’s wrong with it? It‘s a perfect job for you.“
Despite all of the sugar-coated words Jonghyun wasn’t able to agree with his roommates supportive words. Although this job might seem like the perfect job - since getting easy money was always high on the list for a college student, something about it was off. He wasn’t sure about this job, it felt like Minho was leaving some important information out. Was he overreacting? Freaking out? Perhaps. There was just something about this job opportunity that didn’t feel right to him. It was like that feeling in the back of your mind that something was really wrong and it gave you the creepy crawlies in return. Jonghyun wasn’t sure, and if he wasn’t sure about something then he would rather live off cheap meals while struggling to pay for his books than put himself in a dangerous situation for a little extra money.
“Jonghyun, come on? Tell me now, what’s keeping you from agreeing.“ Minho demanded.
“Look man, it might sound like a perfect job and everything. But, something’s off. Really, why me? Isn’t it just little bit creepy that this person came to you first?”
“Hyung, They only did that because-”
“If they wanted me to model for their little project, then why wouldn’t they just come out and ask me? Really! It‘s not like I’m going to bite them or anything. Well, maybe, but- It‘s not like I’ll bite unless you're asking me to, but that might be more than you want to know. Right, Minho.”
A mischievous grin was present as Jonghyun tease his athletic friend. This wasn’t anything new to Minho, although it caused the other to rub his temple in frustration. Trying to convince Jonghyun that this modeling job was a simple harmless job wasn’t as easy as Minho earlier assumed. It was becoming quite a challenge for Minho, and Minho wouldn‘t give into this new challenge for a reason that Jonghyun wouldn‘t ever know.
Licking his lips, Jonghyun couldn’t help but questioned the motive behind this mysterious person. Who would want someone to model for them without even introducing themselves first? He didn’t know the person’s name, age, if they were really an enrolled student or anything. It was fishier than sushi! What if this was one of those attempts to date rape him or worse? Maybe he was over reacting since the chance of that happening was unlikely, but it still seemed questionable.
“Jjong, this is a good job really-”
“I don’t know, I’ll just keep looking about for a different job. I appreciate the help, but I don’t think this would work out. In fact, I’ll go and start applying at different places right now.“
With exaggerated twist of his wrist, Jonghyun quickly grab his overstuffed messenger bag from the pile of junk near their front door. With the spare pieces of manuscript paper spread across the floor and the remainder of the apartment, Jonghyun dug around the papers for his current assignment in a hurry. He didn’t want to let Minho have a chance to ask more questions about the 'seemingly' perfect job. Instead, Minho should be focusing on his own school work. Or his sporty work, as Jonghyun would tease the soccer player.
Stuffing the last school papers into his bag for today assignment, Jonghyun happily skipped over to the front door. Pulling open the heavy door, he was stopped suddenly. Something kept him from passing through the gateway to freedom. With a hand roughly gripping his shoulder, Jonghyun was turned around harshly and slammed into the rough wood. Minho fist's were gripping the smaller man's shirt, holding Jonghyun in place. Giving the other a charismatic, but frighteningly, smoldering look, he glared at Jonghyun with a frown.
“Jonghyun, This isn’t an option.” Minho started off. “I’ve been covering your portion of the rent and our utilities for the last two month, since you got fired from your last job-”
“I didn’t get fired, you alien! If you remember right, it was me that quit. That creepy old lady tried to molest me and rape me after my shift, I couldn‘t keep working there!”
“I don’t care, Jong! Listen to me, I’m running out of patience and money! You’re going to take this job, or else I’m kicking you out of the apartment for good. Understood?“
“But, I have to-”
“No you don’t. You’re going to head over to the apartment tonight and be a model. If you don’t show up, then I’m going to change all the locks and sell your guitars to pay for rent.”
That was a low blow. Jonghyun’s large eyes widened twice their normal size in total fear. Not his beloved babies, those guitars were precious for a music major. Jonghyun wouldn‘t allow someone to touch his babies, so why would he allow someone to sell them for something like rent. This was such a dirty card to play, and Jonghyun consider it a low blow. Why was having a little extra money from this job so damn important to Minho? He would be able to get more money working elsewhere, why wouldn’t Minho allow him apply at other better paying places? His mouth dropped down in horror, seeing Minho let go of his shirt and turn towards Jonghyun‘s bedroom. No. No. No. He couldn’t allow that to happen! Minho couldn’t possibility think about selling Jonghyun's precious babies. That was too horrifying to even comprehend.
‘Wait! Fine! I’ll take the fucking job, just don’t touch my things. I swear if you touch a single string…” Jonghyun’s voice cracked as he screamed, feeling even worse when he saw Minho turn around with a smug expression on his face. That cocky bastard.
Minho headed straight over to where Jonghyun was standing defeated, a frown on his peach lips. Reaching into his back pocket, Minho opened his wallet to pull out a folded piece of note paper. “Here is the address and apartment number. Your last class ends at four p.m. right? Just head over to this apartment after class. Don’t be late, or else I’ll sell one of them. You know that I would, right.” Minho threatened.
“Fine, fine. I’ll head over to your perverted friend’s apartment so that they can gang rape me while I’m modeling for them naked. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back with an STD as a consolation prize. If I do, it’s all your fault. Just so you know, if I get anything from this job other than money - - I’m going to attack you in your sleep, since sharing STD's is caring.” Jonghyun explained angrily, ripping the paper from Minho’s hands and shoving it into his back pocket.
That wouldn’t be the wisest threat to leave his lips, since Jonghyun was sure that Minho could over-power him easily with his boyfriend, Onew. Although the pair appeared to be skin and bones, Jonghyun knew first handed how muscular they both were. He learned a lot whenever he accidentally walked in on Onew bending Minho over the kitchen table, both of their sweaty flexing muscles on display for Jonghyun's gaze. To say it nicely, Minho made sure to leave a warning plastered on the door after that.
Tossing his messanger bag over his shoulder, Jonghyun stomped about the apartment to grab the remainder of his belongings. For a moment, he considered rushing into his room to grab his favorite guitar - - a flawless sliver Ibanez GSR 5-String Electric Bass Guitar affectionately called 'Bling Bling'. It was a gift from his parents whenever he moved from his hometown to Seoul after high school, thus held a special spot in his heart. It was hard to decide what to do, since trying to decide between heading in there to rescue the guitar or heading to class. Defeated, he knew that he only had twenty minutes to get to class and it would take too long dragging around a bass guitar. God, why did Minho have to be such a prick and threaten him before he left for the one class he couldn‘t ditch?
Grumbling around like a grumpy teenager, Jonghyun flipped off Minho as he stormed out of the door and left in a hurry to class. Slamming the door behind himself, it didn’t really make Jonghyun feel any better. Not only was he forced to do this stupid modeling job, but now there was a chance that he might be late to class. What a wonderful way to start the day.
- - -
Well, he wasn’t expecting this.
Standing awkwardly at the strange doorway, shifting from one foot to the next, Jonghyun found himself staring at the door of a small apartment. Jonghyun’s dark eyes darted from the number plate to the door’s bright pink welcome mat in confusion. This was unexpected. No matter how many times he stared, the number matched the number on that retarded piece of paper. Things really weren’t adding up in his mind, since Jonghyun assumed that the person he would be modeling for would be a guy. Not a girl, with an adorable, fuzzy, pink welcome mat.
This was Minho he was talking about. Choi Minho was the number one hyung whore, who Jonghyun swore didn’t really have that many female friends. Over the span of two years that Jonghyun and Minho have been fortunate enough to shared an apartment, he couldn’t remember a single girl. Minho never brought girls over, unless it was for something school related such as lending an assignment to them. Sexually, Minho didn’t like the opposite sex. He was a man lover, all the way. There had been a lot of guys before, but never a girl. Staring at the pink welcome mat, Jonghyun stared at it in total confusion and awe.
If he wasn‘t upset about having to model for this mysterious pervert girl, then he would have marked this day on a calendar! Minho made a female friend, good for him.
Knocking on the door, Jonghyun yelled loudly at the closed door. If no one answered, or opened the door in one minute, then he would leave and claim that no one was there.
“Hello, anyone there? Minho sent me over to do that modeling stuff…”
There wasn’t an answer at first, just awkward silence. Ringing the doorbell multiple times like a child, laughing lightly at the annoying sounding bell, Jonghyun simply stared at the door trying to will it to never open.
“Anyone… there……“
Randomly standing on his tip toes, it was a stupid attempt to see if someone was peering through the peep hole viewer. Well, it wasn't really smart since he couldn't even tell if someone was staring at him. That wasn’t really a smart idea, since what did standing on your tiptoes and acting like this even have to do with waiting for someone to come outside?
Focusing on his own reflection in the single window beside the door, Jonghyun adjusted his hair briefly. His own tri-colored hair was dyed a few different shades of blonde in the front with a soft brown in the back. Wearing it slightly spiked, he knew that it made him look even more handsome. If that was even possible. With the platinum blonde framing his face, Jonghyun puffed out his cheeks as he adjusted the strands. Shaking his head lightly, he kept himself entertained with his hair. After all, it wasn’t like he was doing anything else.
Hearing a small click of a lock, Jonghyun turned quickly towards the door. Eyes looking widely onwards, Jonghyun wondered if that person saw him acting like an idiot and decided that it wasn’t worth his or her - most likely her - time or energy. That would be the perfect outcome, but when did things ever go his way? Suddenly the door swung open, leaving Jonghyun to stare in shock at the person inside.
Standing proudly in the doorway was a tomboyish girl wearing an oversized pink and gray t-shirt, very fitted laced-up black leggings, and he could see that she was wearing pink slippers as well. Jonghyun stared at her for a few moments without any manners, his mouth hanging open and shock covering his features. She was really cute, well cute considering she was a creepy artist who was going to rape him later. Letting his lewd eyes scan over her fit figure leaning against the door frame, he found his own pants slowly feeling a little bit tighter. Damn hormones.
The way those laced leggings clung perfectly to her shapely thighs, helping to make her legs appear even longer, was amazing. Jonghyun wanted to push her against the door and take those teasing pants off, wondering if her legs were that long without the trickery. Although Jonghyun couldn’t see any hints of her breasts, his mind began to picture small shapely breasts hidden under her baggy shirt. Would they fit snugly in his palm, the hardened nipples pressing against his skin? Oh god, this wasn’t going to be good. How in the world would he be able to deal with being naked around a foxy woman like this? It would be rather obvious that his mind was in the gutter when he was naked, very obvious.
“Are you coming inside, or do you want to model outside?“ A husky voice questioned, causing Jonghyun to turn around in shock. Her low voice sounded almost like a guy’s voice, but nah. That couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be a guy, right? No… It had to be his ears were acting up, maybe all the blood was rushing lower was making him light headed. That had to be the reason why he was hearing wrong.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” Jonghyun answered meekly, not exactly sure what else to say. Feeling her eyes staring coldly into his dancing ones, he realized that she was waiting for him to come inside. That should have been simple enough, but the way she was staring at him seemed to say something else. Jonghyun could swear she kept looking at his slightly tight pants, was it that noticeable? Maybe she knew what her presence was doing, how it was so easy for Jonghyun to get turned on by her.
Shoving his hands into his jean's pockets, Jonghyun followed after her as they entered inside of the small apartment. Turning around, she stared at Jonghyun with those soft-looking hands placed on her protruding hip bones.
“Look Blondie, I’m going to need you to take off all your clothes. Either you can change in the bathroom and put on a robe from there, or strip down out here. I don’t really care either way. Then, come over and sit on top of these blankets. Okay?” She demanded, turning around before he even answered heading straight over to what appeared to be an easel on the other side of the room near the small kitchen.
Nodding his head, the words went in of one ear and out of the other one. Jonghyun was distracted looking around. This apartment looked really cool, much cooler and different than what Jonghyun expected from the outside. He thought it would be filled with gaudy pink stuff animals and girly objects, but it wasn’t. It was practical studio apartment, a single room with a small shower connected to one of the corners. Small, cheap, a students housing without a doubt. With a small kitchen that looked just big enough for one person and a frame-less bed thrown against the wall on the other side of the room, it was nice. Jonghyun liked it’s simplicity, but his eyes widened as he found himself becoming interested in the walls. Across the four walls were hundreds of Polaroid pictures, varying from people to objects to scenery to even plants. It was strange to see that many pictures, but Jonghyun knew that the artsy people always had weird hobbies like that.
“I’ll just change here, you’re going to see me naked either way. Where do you want to put my clothes?” Jonghyun questioned, his eyes scanning the variety of Polaroid pictures as he began to step out of his clothes.
Within the mass of photographs, Jonghyun could recognize a picture of Minho and Onew with this mysterious person smiling between them. They had to be friends, this proved it. Pulling his hoodie over his head to remove it, Jonghyun shook his head a few times to make sure his hair looked acceptable. Reaching down to pull off the wife beater underneath, it felt weird to be standing shirtless in a stranger's apartment. He didn't even know her name. The crisp air hit him hard making his nipples perk up, a rather awkward feeling to say the least. Letting his eyes drift over to where his artist was getting ready, she was watching him. Jonghyun watched carefully she licked her lips and shifted those long legs uncomfortably as her eyes feasted on his body. Yep, it defiantly felt awkward and strange. He felt like a prize on display right now. But, why did he like it?
“Anywhere is fine, just make sure it’s away from the middle of the room. As nice as your clothes are, I don’t want your clothes in my artwork. Okay?” The woman explained to him, and Jonghyun nodded his head. Tugging off his pants and boxers in a swift moment, it caused his whole body to tense from the sudden chill that cut into his bones. Peeling off his socks, Jonghyun suddenly wondered if this was worth the money? While it was true that Minho might sell one of his babies, but was it worth the danger. He was placed out on a dangerous display right now. Feeling a shiver cut him, Jonghyun wanted to grab his things and race out of the room.
But, he couldn't.
Being naked wasn’t that bad, but that weird feeling was starting to happen again. The way the beautiful girl kept looking at him didn’t feel right, it felt… strange. Jonghyun didn’t know why, but this girl seemed really familiar to him. It was almost like this was someone familiar, but never paid attention to. It was strange, really strange. That 'fight or flight' feeling returned, and Jonghyun bit his lip hard to keep from darting out of the room. Yeah, she was pretty hot and everything, but he was the only one naked. Not fair, it would be easier if she was naked too. But, she wasn’t and he was standing there awkwardly covering himself with his hands shyly. He needed to remain focused or else his guitar, Bling Bling, would get sold and it would be the end of the world in Jonghyun‘s mind. That stupid alien roommate, he was going to let out all the air from his soccer balls eventually. Just wait.
Setting all of his things in a pile near the bed, Jonghyun headed towards the blankets laid across box-ish structure. Plopping himself down in Indian style on the blankets, Jonghyun kept his hands in his laps to keep everything hidden for now. With a confident smile on his face, he tried to act like this was the most normal thing around. Modeling naked was totally normal. “Okay, beautiful. How do you want me to pose?”
Standing up from her chair, the girl leaned over the edge of the easel with daggers dancing in her pretty little eyes. “Look, Don’t call me beautiful. It’s very rude, don‘t you know-”
“Rude? What the hell is wrong with calling a pretty girl beautiful?” Jonghyun questioned, rolling his eyes as he leaned backwards on the blankets. This really wasn’t the type of conversation that Jonghyun wanted to have with a girl, much less when he’s sitting naked in the middle of her place.
“First off, I’m not a girl. God, Minho was right… you really aren’t that smart.”
What, how the hell was that not a girl? Hearing those words, Jonghyun felt his mouth drop open so wide that it was almost painful. How the hell could this guy be so feminine and beautiful? Now that Jonghyun knew that this was a guy, his eyes eagerly scanned over him taking in new details on the others physical appearance. Looking closely, Jonghyun realized that he did have wide shoulders and that adam’s apple should have been a dead give away. Well, it wasn’t like that was something that would turn Jonghyun off.
It did the exact opposite instead. Although Jonghyun was a ladies man who loved women, that didn‘t mean that he didn‘t mind having a fun time with guys too. After having Minho as a roommate, he’s been dragged into quite a few gay bars and found himself sleeping with his share of both sexs. Each gender had their own strengths and weakness, and he believed it was best to enjoy both. Now that he knew that this person was a guy, it was even more of a turn on. Pretty boys were very appealing to Jonghyun, very appealing.
“What are you staring at? Did you even hear me? Jonghyun, I’m not a girl. So don’t go around calling me beautiful, please. If that makes you uncomfortable, then you should leave now.” The artist explained, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes as he looked at the nude model before him.
With the tightness in his chest, Jonghyun smiled cheekily towards his artist. Removing his hands that were earlier covering himself, Jonghyun relaxed and looked around the apartment with a sly smile on his face. Why was it that he wasn‘t as tense or worried now? Who knows, maybe it was just that pretty boys fault.
“What makes you think that would make me uncomfortable? I’m a little bit shocked, but… it’s not a disappointment, whatever your name is.”
“Really now?“ The artist questioned.
Jonghyun watched as the artist leaned forward, resting his head against the side of his art easel. Those feline eyes seemed to scan over Jonghyun’s figure resting a little while longer on Jonghyun’s lower body until a flirty smile crossed those perfect bowed lips. “My name is Kibum, but just call me Key.”
“Key, that‘s a weird nickname? How about I call you Bummie instead, it‘s cuter sounding. Like boomie...”
“Boomie? What…?” Key questioned, not able to understand what Jonghyun’s bad English was attempting to say. “You know, Tokki?”” Jonghyun raised his hands behind his head, making them look like rabbit ears.
“Oh Tokki! Bunny! Not Boomie, pabo! Didn’t you take English?“ Key laughed, “Bunny! A manly guy like you likes cute sounding names, you’re so weird.”
Key giggled with each of his words, raising an eyebrow before he couldn’t contain the laughter any longer. All thoughts of Key being threatening were gone now. For some reason, Jonghyun’s bad English was enough to crack up the aspiring artist.
Leaning on the side of his easel to keep himself from falling over, Key continued to laugh as if he was the only one in the room. Jonghyun couldn’t stop the tears that pricked in the edge of his own eyes, causing him to smile freely. Seeing someone laugh, it was difficult to not start laughing as well. Just like yawns were contagious, Jonghyun was starting to think that laughter was contagious too.
“If you want to call me Bummie, then go right ahead. Jjong, I’m going to pose you now. You can‘t sit like that for my painting.” Key replied, wiping his teary eyes with his pink sleeve. Making sure that his eyes were no longer tear-stained, Key stood up and headed over towards where Jonghyun was sitting.
“Jjong? How do you know that name, oh wait… Minho right?”
Once again, Minho had to go and ruin everything. Jonghyun wasn’t even able to tell this flirty artist his nickname since his roommate had ruined it. Not only did Minho have huge frog eyes, but now a big mouth as well.
“How else would I know, a birdy?” Key chuckled, reaching down to look seriously at Jonghyun. “I’m going to start touching you, but I’m not trying to molest you. I need to move your body into the right pose. Just so you know.” Key informed him, squatting in front of Jonghyun as he looked at the angle of the other person.
Tilting his head, Jonghyun watched as Key began to adjust his body in the slightest ways. A simple shove on the chest caused him to fall backwards, making it nicer since Jonghyun was leaning backwards against the soft material now. Key tried his best to do this in a professional manner, trying to not look down at Jonghyun‘s stiffening member. Instead, Key would give a sharp tug on Jonghyun’s wrist to make his arm lie a certain way. Push his shoulder another way and tell him to hold that pose, Key was engulfed in posing the other. Standing back, Key tilted his head before rushing back over.
Running his soft hands across Jonghyun’s leg, Key moved very slowly as he grabbed onto Jonghyun’s knee and pushed it closer to Jonghyun’s toned body. Feeling his breath hitch, Jonghyun closed his eyes as he tried to keep himself from grabbing Key’s hand and wrapping it around his throbbing penis. Key's soft hands would feel amazing, he was sure. God, what was wrong with him? Jonghyun just met this person and he already wanted to touch and fuck him. As Key start to lean away, Jonghyun decided to forget all of the rules. If he wanted to touch this really sexy guy, then why shouldn’t he?
Seizing Key’s thin wrist, Jonghyun pulled the other so that he tumbled on top of Jonghyun’s firm chest. The warm weight pressing against his body felt amazing, much better than any warm shower could ever be. And lately, that was the only pleasure he's received thanks to his busy schedule. Jonghyun couldn’t control his hips as they started to rut slowly against Key’s narrow ones, rubbing their erections against each other. The resistance of clothes against his bare flesh felt amazing. Jonghyun’s jaw slacked into a oh as his eyes fluttered slightly behind his eyelids, savoring this amazing feeling. Sucking in a sharp breathe, Jonghyun's eyes opened slowly to a bewildered expression on Key’s flushed features. He looked shocked, but turned on, into Jonghyun’s crystal clear ones. Those beautiful eyes drifting down across the others skin, moving down Jonghyun‘s chest before returning to his face. Jonghyun expected him to slap Jonghyun across the face, tell him to get off, that he wasn't going to get paid after this display, but he didn’t.
Key leaned foward to rest his forearms against the side of Jonghyun’s head, his thin body pressed against Jonghyun. Another sharp breath escaped, only this time from Jonghyun‘s slack mouth. A confident smile formed on Key’s face as he leaned forward until he was a few inches away from Jonghyun’s face. The warm breathe tickled the blonde’s neck, teasing him.
“Jjong, do you what to know why Minho wanted you to take this job?” Key inquired, those supple lips traced against his sharp jawline.
“Why.” Jonghyun could barely get the words out, his mind already gone straight out the door. Although they didn’t really know each other that well, the physical attraction was enough for both of them. Pure physical attraction. Jonghyun wanted Key, and Key wanted Jonghyun. What else did they need to know. Feeling Key’s hips began to press down against his pelvis in a slow rhythm, Jonghyun wanted to push the other on his back to have his way. Instead, his muscular arms reaching around to cup Key’s petite ass and knead it gently in his hands.
Small pants left Key‘s mouth as he tried his best to keep his voice under control.
“There. There is something you should know. Minho actually doesn’t mind paying for everything, but there is one thing he doesn't like. It’s that you’re so damn temperamental, especially lately. Minho thinks the best way to fix that is to get you laid. So, Minho asked me for my help, since well - - you’re my type of guy. I needed a model for this art project and an occasion fuck would be icing on the cake. It‘s a win-win situation.” Key explained, his mouth tracing across the defined jawline until he grabbed Jonghyun’s plump lower lip between his pearly teeth.
Jonghyun decided in that moment that he would need to buy Minho a round of drinks, since this was the best thing that his roommate has ever done. It was a little bit over the top and strange, but Jonghyun defiantly wouldn‘t mind fucking a beauty like Key. Wondering about that, Jonghyun hoped this wouldn‘t be a one time thing. A one time fling. He wanted to get to know the guy who laughed at his lame attempt at English, who seemed odd enough to enjoy using pink doormats, and wore flattering clothes that Jonghyun wanted to rip off. Preferably the last one would happen first. “Is this going to be the only time, the only time for this to happen?” Jonghyun moaned his words between his heavy pants and gasps.
Key’s gorgeous mouth curved against his own as that stealthy tongue licked softly across Jonghyun’s pearly white teeth. Jonghyun willingly opened his mouth wider to the others ministrations, wanton moan's escaping as Key began to explore his mouth with a nibble tongue. Jonghyun wanted to feel that tongue taste every inch of him now. Key pulled away briefly from their kiss, letting them both catch their breath.
“Hmm, It depends. Personally, I would love these weekly encounters. Maybe even . . . More often. After all, paintings take months to finish. Months of regular meetings, hours being stuck alone in my apartment, or alone in yours. That is, if you want to agree.”
Jonghyun quickly claimed the other’s smirking mouth, a husky growl from the back of his throat. Jonghyun kneeled Key’s ass roughly, fingers digging into the warm skin as he enjoying the way it caused moans to leave the pale boy’s mouth. As Jonghyun roughly kissed Key with more teeth and tongue than necessary, he was happier than normal. Jonghyun pulled away only when they were panting and red in the face.
“Bummie, that’s a hell yeah.“