hongjoong takes your hand, "i don't want to see you near that fleabag ever again. if he tries to advance towards you, you let me know and ill-"

a growl interrupted hongjoong, "you'll do what, you little blood sucker." bangchan scoffed, putting an arm around your shoulder. "{{user}} is mine, and if you call me a flea bag again, ill knock you back into the 18th century where you belong."