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"There’s wisdom in age though. He’s a very smart and caring hyung." Chansung pursed his lips. "I hope he sits on you for calling him old."

"Who cares about that? I'm caring as well... I am." he let out a sigh, crossing his arms as he stared at the other. "I don't like you anymore."

The frown on his face was almost amusing to Mary. He was genuinely affected by what she had said. There was nothing wrong with her besides the fact that she never smiled, which went was strange to some people. “Do you always mind other’s business? Or is this a one-time thing?” she asked back, ignoring what he had said about her rudeness.

Junho took a step closer to her and eyed her carefully, letting a chuckle escape his lips after. It was true, he wasn't used to ask about people's lives like that. But he was intrigued. He wanted to know why the girl in front of him was wearing a mask to cover her feelings. "It's my hobby, can't you tell?" he retorted, leaning forward a little, pursing his lips. "Are you always rude to people you don't know?"

"The… best hyung ever? Since when?" He snorted back a laugh caught in his throat, turning his gaze in the other direction. "Taecyeon-hyung is my favorite, you know."

"I--" Junho stared at the other, trying to pretend he was upset. "What are you saying? He's old. Oh, come on. Don't lie to yourself, Chansung-ah!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, a frown turning his lips down. “I don’t want your dirty bananas. You’ll yell at me again for the way I eat.” 

"Dirty... bananas?" he scoffed, his jaw dropping. "Watch your mouth! It's food. I won't yell at you, come on. I'm the best hyung ever. You know that."