“Hyung.”

“What?”

“Hyung.”

“What?”

“I can’t see.”

Seunghyun snorted. “So not my fault. Blame Ji for that one.”

Daesung turned towards the sound of Seunghyun’s voice and pouted at him. “But, hyung, if I can’t see how am I going to do anything for filming? I just know I’m going to trip over my feet or run into something.”

The brunette, who was sporting rather impressive spikes on the top of his head, chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, Dae. I’ll take care of you.”

Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, Daesung beamed at Seunghyun. “That’s why you’re the best hyung.”

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I forgot to mention this...But since Daesung's birthday is coming, I am going to do a little drabble series each day leading up to Dae-Day. Then, I will release my first major fic (as in one with a plot instead of a string of drabbles) on the actual Daesung day. You should join me in celebrating our Daesung. I think I will tag each story with DaeDay just so they have their own little category.