"Uh-huh. Glad you are fantasising about noodle boy, leave me out of that anywhere the boss could hear." Not that he really thought Ten fantasised about him. As Ten said himself, he could hardly be himself around him. "You're wrong about him though. I bet you. He's soft. Too soft for you. You need someone with an edge."

Minjun smirked. "Someone who's a little crazy." He walked closer, reaching for Ten's hands again and this time catching both his wrists, slowly lifting them above both their heads as he looked into his eyes. "Someone like me."