#tnt3n

Ten cast a small glance towards the gold pen held firmly between his fingers and found himself pouting a little. “It isn’t? Then who do you think it belongs to?”

Hesitating for just a fraction of a second, Ten groaned deeply and parted his lips, leaning closer to the older male and awaiting the spoonful of food, sure to be deposited into his mouth. He wasn’t entirely sure about the whole thing, the ingredients sounded unsavoury to him, but if his sunbae insisted, he would eat it.

A chuckle remained within the confinements of his lips as Doojoon brought the spoon closer to the younger's mouth again, clearly satisfied with his compliance. “It's actually good,” he said reassuringly as a warm smile spread across his features, “We had this in Paris on a show, and I have to admit that it doesn't sound it, but it's surprisngly delicious.” With that, he finally fed it to the other, then narrowed his eyes in anticipation, earnestly curious whether or not he would like it.

“But… why is it not a standalone word? Or is it and I’ve just never encountered it…” She frowned, bringing her hands up to cup her own cheeks, then squished them together, momentarily. “Did you ever hear it in that exact form, 哥哥?” A little pause followed, then the realization sank in – sure he was a foreigner like her, but not Chinese. Idiot. “Oppa. That means oppa.”

Casting his gaze downward, Ten rubbed awkwardly along the back of his neck, feeling positively ashamed of himself for upsetting the older male as much as appeared. “I’m sorry. I got caught up with things, it won’t happen again. And I mean it this time.”

Despite the upset and rather angry that Jongdae had on his face, it was all a facade with the prior goal to scare the younger one. Regardless of wanting to keep up the good act, he wasn’t able to control the laughs that followed, clapping his hands together excessively. “I apologize, hoobae. I was just mocking you.” He then nudged the other’s side, playfully.

”The beauty of a dream is that it’s a fantasy.”