“What am I?” Luhan demands, reaching up to feel the headband on his head.

“A deer, what else, hyung?” Sehun laughs. “Now what am I?”

“A puppy, what else?” Luhan replies, mimicking Sehun’s voice.

Sehun pouts. “You’re mean, hyung.”

“Of course I am,” Luhan says pompously, “for I am a buck, a wild creature of the woodland, both graceful and masculine. You, on the other hand, are a puppy, a domesticated creature that uses only its bare cuteness to find its next meal in the dangers of the human household.”

Sehun blinks. “Seems pretty accurate.”