Homesick (smut :3)

Ping Ping didn’t reply and pulled his knees up to his chest to hide his face. Wen Dong pushed his chair back to go over to console the youngest, but Shun shook his head.

“Ah Dong, you are at fault too. You should have told Ping Ping no. I know Ah Jin told you to do something,” blue eyes sent daggers at the older pinkette, “But no games. Be clear. Ah Ping is still young and he has a long future in the industry. You and I know that. We are older and didn’t gain fame like Ah Jin did. Do you understand what I am saying?”

The dancer stared with his purple eyes at his friend. He understood exactly what his best friend was telling him. He was going to be 19 soon. The older one got in the industry, the closer the cut off line became. Ping Ping still had that young look and cute personality that had longevity as an idol. Eventually, they would be apart from one another as they grow. It was going to happen one way or another. Who was Wen Dong to hold Ping Ping back?