“Hyung,” the Bean gasps, “hyung, touch my staff.”

“HongBin…” Leo breathes out. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing against HongBin’s smooth staff.

“Leo-hyung, please—”

“Bean, you’re so…” Leo grips HongBin’s staff tightly and HongBin whimpers.

“Ugly,” Leo deadpans, ripping the staff out of HongBin’s hands and hitting the younger man on the head with it.

“Ouch! Be careful, hyung! I need that for the Voodoo Doll performances!” HongBin whines.

~FIN~