Yixing had started following him since he passed by. They were along the bar when Jongdae turned around with a suspicious eye.

“Do you need an autograph?” Jongdae asked the poor looking boy who had been around him. Ofcourse, Kim Jongdae knows that all people around love him to death because he's fabulous. Isn't he?

“Oh yes that would be wonderful!” Yixing laughed and checked his pockets for the handkerchief that was dipped with the chemical to put him to sleep. “If you could write me a sweet message over here.” He said as he brought it out.

“Write with what? You do get that I need a pen, right? Oh my, Joonmyeon’s friends are just as retarded as him.” Jongdae shook his head with an eye roll. He never let go of any chance to insult his cousin. 

“You won’t be needing one, rude man.” Yixing smirked and pulled Jongdae by his wrist to put cover his mouth with it.

Jongdae was strong even with his scrawny body and instantly hit the cloth which dropped by Yixing’s hand. He started screaming and Yixing instantly put a hand on his mouth instead, hitting him in the stomach so he was mispositioned. Jongdae tried to bite him but Yixing started dragging him away and tried to search for a suitable place to continue when just in time his eyes fell on a door far away from the venue. It read the 'store room' and Yixing smiled to himself.

“Who needs your help, Luhan?” he declared confidently and pulled Jongdae along who was struggling but no one noticed.