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“Leave us alone, Jongup-ah, he needs to work on his singing!”
“He’s a rapper, you dunce. Give him over, we’re going to practice some dancing.”
“Stop calling me a dunce.” Daehyun held firm, one hand clasped around Junhong’s arm and the other propped obstinately on his hip. Jongup had the confused and rather distressed maknae by the other arm, and the two elders shot vicious glares at each other.