Ten had scoffed at his plan — you're a bright young man, Dejun-ah he had said in that scolding tone of his, surely there are better ways of attaining what you want.

Not when what Dejun wants is the boyish, oblivious, video game-obsessed finance executive who he sits across from in the bullpen, and who's now sitting right next to him on his living room sofa.

"Wait — you don't know how to play Mario Kart?" Hendery asks incredulously.

"No," Dejun lies, shaking his head demurely and looking up through his eyelashes, "teach me?"

And when Hendery wraps his large, steady hands around Dejun's where they're fumbling helplessly on the controller, a distant corner of Dejun's mind thinks smugly: take that, Ten.