Yifan was known as an intense glaring giant blonde foreigner in this country. In this company. A lot of trainees were scared of him. The way his thick black eye brows just slanted downwards, giving the effect he was pissed of. His dark aura that flowed around him made him unapproachable. And his giant shadow that followed after him intimidated almost everyone .. Yes almost everyone.

A slightly shorter male than himself with dark under eyes. A horrible bratty attitude to match his equally whinny female sassiness and his unattainable habit of purchasing large, pricey items from Gucci.

One Huang Zitao was the almost person.

At first the panda eyed Chinese man would confess he was scared, intimated and felt the elder had a permanent scowl on his face. But that soon changed when the tall blonde helped the dark eyed boy one time, a few native trainees cornered him and the panda boy almost got his kicked (although he would beg to differ since he was very skilled in Wushu).

But the blonde came to his rescue and the two were forever stuck together. No one came between them.

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"I don't care!" The tall blonde hissed through clenched teeth. His jaw was tightly locked in place while his nails dug viciously into his palm. He hated how the Chinese groups baby kept flirting with people 

"Calm down gege~"

Tao the panda groaned, rolling his eyes at the elders attitude explosion. He pulled at the elders shirt sleeve but sat back in his seat pouting when the leader shunned his smaller hands off him. A few of the other members around them glanced worriedly between the two.

The clearly fuming Chinese leader. And the adorable sulking Chinese baby.

The Korean leader was about to say something when the Chinese dancer tu