"What are you doing here?" Sunghoon sighed, looking at Heeseung with disgust. 

The loud music of the club made it hard for Heeseung to hear, but he didn't ask Sunghoon to repeat himself. Instead, he chose to ignore him. 

Sunghoon took a step closer. 

Heeseung paused, about to eat a french fry. He rolled his eyes, and instead of eating it, threw it at Sunghoon. 

The ketchup made it stick on Sunghoon's shirt, and Heeseung smirked. 

"I'm trying to enjoy a meal," Heeseung said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "But you've made me lose my appetite."

"You're not even supposed to be eating that junk," Sunghoon snapped, taking the french fry off of his shirt and placing it in Heeseung's plate. He took a napkin off of the table and wiped the ketchup off, though it would probably leave a stain anyway. 

"Since when have I listened to our manager?" Heeseung asked, raising an eyebrow and taking another fry out of his plate, eating it and looking pointedly at Sunghoon. 

Their phones binged at the same time. 

Heeseung made a face, taking out his phone. "Guess who?" he said, reading the text in amusement.  

"K?" Sunghoon asked, sounding anything but amused. 

"He says we have to come for practice," Heeseung scoffed. "Sunoo is already there. What a loser. Making us look bad." 

"I'm not going," Sunghoon said, sitting down. 

Heeseung threw another fry at him. "Don't sit here." 

"Let me sit unless you want the whole plate of fries in your hair." 

"Is that a threat?" Heeseung asked, holding onto his amused expression, trying to hide the fact that Sunghoon was getting on his nerves. 

"Who are you taking to the dance?" Sunghoon asked, changing the subject. He leveled a glare at him. "You better not end up asking the same person I do again." 

"That was purely an accident," Heeseung said, even though it hadn't been. It had been amusing to watch her try and choose which one of them to go with. It had been even more amusing to see Sunghoon's face when she didn't choose him. 

"I can't choose," Heeseung complained, spreading out his hands on the table. "I have too many girls to choose from." 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes and leaned forward, looking at him intently. "Okay. I'll make it easier for you." 

"How?" 

"Take the first girl who walks through that door," Sunghoon said, pointing. 

Heeseung could see in his eyes that he thought he wouldn't agree. 

And that was precisely what convinced him that he should. 

"Okay," Heeseung said, holding out his hand to shake on it. "I'll do that."