A/N: Okay so I ed up my counting (IDEK how) and it turns out I posted two drabbles less than what I was supposed to. I think I'll go back to daily updates, no matter how broken my laptop is. Enjoy ^^

“Hyung,” said Hyukjae, his patience wearing thin. “Can you not do whatever the hell you’re doing? It’s freaking me out. You’re acting like a sasaeng.”

Heechul just cackled and clicked another picture for his Instagram account. Hyukjae slowly slid behind his manager and whimpered. Where was Leeteuk when you needed him?

“Heechul when I said keep an eye on Hyukjae, I did not mean it that literally.”

“Pssh, the kid enjoyed it.”

Leeteuk sighed down the phone, wondering why he even bothered. “He’s thinking of calling the police. You’ve known him for ten years. Stop torturing the poor child.”

“Never,” Heechul laughed and hung up. He’d torture Hyukjae all the way to Seoul and then stop. Maybe.

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