Daehyung sighs. “Your birthday is coming up so I was wondering what you would want. I don’t want to be some cheapskate and give you nothing on your nineteenth birthday.”

“Hm, let’s see…” Junhong ponders, tapping his finger gently against his furrowed chin. “I want a puppy, a waterbed, archery lessons, a mac book, and a diet coke.”

“Junhong, that’s not funny.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to get me a present.”

 “I have pepperoni under my shirt.”

“Jongup hyung, those are your s.”