can't believe he's related to this guy...

that remark was just a bit mean...

a bag of sugar. 'Open wide, brother, Min has a surprise for you.' He smirks.

opens his mouth obediently.

places a hand firmly at the nape of Tibet's neck. 'Good boy...' He pours the bag's contents down his throat in one tip.

chokes and sputters, but manages not to breathe any of the sugar. He nods his thanks to his brother, mouth too full to speak.

's smirk widens and he pats his back. 'You took it like a proper man. Maybe you aren't so bad.' He thumbs away the stray sugar grains from

Tibet's mouth.

...has no idea what Min meant by his not being bad; all he did was eat some sugar... He can't help blushing very slightly when the sugar_

grains are brushed away by Min's hand. Sudden or unexpected close physical contact tends to fluster him.