On a day during the summer holidays, you were at Suho's house, sitting on the floor in front of a fan in an attempt to cool yourself down as you groan in displeasure from the scorching hot sun.

You took a quick glance over Suho, your friend, who is seemingly composed even during this time. You wonder how a person can keep up their facade that long...

“Oi, Suhooooo... Can you turn on the air conditioner...? It's getting hotter by the dayyyyy-uh...” you groaned, complaining non-stop.

That's when Suho had enough.

“If you complain that it's hot one more time, I'm going to give you a reason to sweat.” he snapped, throwing daggers at you from his position on the couch with his phone grasped in his hand.