Taeyong sat on his bed, twirling a pen between his fingers. He had been sitting here for the past ten minutes attempting to find any form of inspiration for one of the songs, which had been given the title of "나쁜짓" or Baby Don't Like It. Usually the Korean was bursting with inspiration, unable to keep his pen off the paper; but today was an exception. Perhaps it had to do with Mark's own drafted lyrics Taeyong had been given to work from, with a clear overview of something he wasn't at all experienced with. Where on earth did Mark even get his inspiration? Presumably it would be from all the times they'd been kicked out of the dorm, leaving Mark and Taeil to do things which physically pained Taeyong to even think of. Taeyong shuddered at the thought, throwing his pen to the other side of his bed and falling back onto his pillow. He groaned in frustration. The lyrics were due in two days, so Taeyong didn't have any time to be so unimaginative. Closing his eyes, he slapped his hands onto his face and attempted to rub away the tiredness that had settled since they'd come home from rehearsals only an hour ago. "Hey, TY Track!" A familiarly annoying and accented voice shrieked from above him in English. "Woah, you surprised me. Let me finish these lyrics," Taeyong opened his eyes to see Ten's brown orbs staring right back into his, with the same cheeky glint they always possessed. "Please, Taeyong-hyung. I'm well aware that you've sat here for the past twenty minutes starin