Jihoon gasped, covering his mouth with a hand. He glanced at the alpha, eyes wide. "Why did you do that?"
Junghwan hissed in pain, closing his eyes. "Don't... worry yourself. I totally deserved that."
The omega looked perplexed, watching as he struggled to stand. "Junghoon?"
Junghoon was unperturbed. He walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine. "I should have punched your face like I promised."
He poured himself a glass, a scowl on his face. "Don't worry about him, Sweet. You haven't finished your ice cream."
Jihoon understood the silent dismissal and didn't press the matter further. "Whatever." He sat down and continued eating, ignoring the brothers.
Junghwan leaned heavily against the wall, clutching his stomach. "You pack quite a punch, little brother."
"Have you been going to the gym without me?"
Junghoon rolled his eyes, downing his glass in one go. The liquid burned his throat and he clicked his tongue. "Are you done playing the mediator?"