“Just because you’re my hyung, doesn’t mean I’m your personal butler, or something.” He protested, attempting to always get back at the elder who was simply teasing him. Jongdae looked over at him, hopping off the couch and clasping his hands together. “I’m getting food… for myself. If you’d like some, you shoulder get up also.”
“Ah, come on. You shouldn’t look at it with such harsh ways. Consider me an older brother that’s just too lazy to do anything, so you have to step up to the plate!” As the other male shifted and left from the couch, Seunghyun’s body dramatically fell into the cushions as he grazed over the other’s visual, a large pout set upon his own lips.
“Ugh… fine, fine. Sheesh.”