Dae tried to ignore the poking to his stomach, shaking his head at his hyung. “Frustrated in other ways Hyung. Living with six other guys makes things… difficult sometimes” he said. Getting poked again he sighed as he grabbed Heejin’s wrists, forcing him to stop. “No not dispatch. I’m used to them talking shit about me.”
Heejin could never get used to how young Daejung looked. He had a baby face and the leader was jealous. He raised an eyebrow. ❝ Other ways? ❞ He listened to the other speak and realisation hit him. He smirked and pressed down on the other’s groin with his body. ❝ Ohhhh, you mean with little Daejung. Poor boy. ❞ He frowned when his wrists were grabbed. ❝ Ruining my fun, ❞ he mumbled. ❝ Dispatch is shit. ❞









