2013  

Osaka Kyocera Dome, catering room

   “Daesung-ah”

    “Yeah?”

    “Read this for me.”

    “Let me see… it’s white grapes and Japanese orange flavour.”

    “Ah…No alcohol?”

    “No…hyung.”

    “This one?”

    “No alcohol either…”

    I watch as Top hyung compares two juice cartons in his hands. Chew everything Youngbae hyung’s giving me.

    “Dumplings?”

    I shake my head.

    “Kimchi?”

    I open my mouth wide.

    “What are you two? Are you his nanny?”

    “It’s fun. Like feeding pet.”

    I frown with my mouth still full with kimchi.

    “You’re 24 not 4.” Top hyung comments.

    “And you’re 27 and still can’t read Japanese…”

    “I have Daesung, why bother?”

    “True.” I eventually agreed.

    “Open your mouth.”

    “What is that?”

    “Trust me.”

    I eye Top hyung and whatever it is in his chopsticks carefully before eating it. Why’d he feed me? It’s weird.

    “Thanks, hyung.”

    “Like it?”

    “Uh-huh”

    “Good. Kkkk.”

    “….”

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