It's sweltering and the boys are stripping down to trousers, but Frypan is acutely aware that he isn't quite as fit as the others; maybe it's a hazard of being a cook, too many extra tastes as the soup is simmering in the pot. He compromises by taking off his shirt but leaving his overalls on, happy to have that little bit of fabric to cover up the extra ten pounds he's carrying around his middle. It's only when Minho leans over and runs a finger down the strap and wiggles his brows during dinner that Frypan begins to wish for the heat wave to last just a little bit longer.