“I hate you.”

Sehun whines when he’s smacked, clutching his arm. “Why? What’d I do?”

“You never told me about Jongin!”

“Yeah, I have!” He dodges the incoming swat and yanks a pillow off the bed, holding it between them as a shield. “I talk about him all the time.”

“He’s hot. You forgot that part!”

“I was trying to protect Jongin from your claws.”

“What’s wrong with my claws?”

“You don’t let go, when you want something,” Sehun mumbles, pulling up his sleeve to see the bright pink handprint.

“Is that a bad thing?”