[Adrian's POV]
"Haven't you had enough yet, Han?" Adrian asked as he took a glance at the empty wrappers of high calorie sweets littering the rumpled bedsheets. "I'm the one who's getting diabetic with all the food you're consuming."
Johan shrugged and stuck a chocolate to his mouth. "It's not like I always eat sweets."
"Yes, you do."
"Well, I don't get fat."
Adrian's brows leveled in a straight line. Anyone who could have heard that would feel so insecure because the man barely workout, stuffed his face with carbs and sweets without a care in the world, yet remained like an R-18 K-pop doll. "You might get a constipation later."
Johan looked at him and continued peeling his fifth banana, nipping at the tip before taking the whole fruit in his mouth. He smirked when Adrian narrowed his eyes at the obvious provocation. "I can't help it. I love bananas. Especially the long, thick ones."
