He watched at Yixing ran out of the building shouting apologizing to the woman who sat there shocked and looked confused. Not long and the Chinese male was panting, cursing under his breath. Jongdae watched the other's chest rise and fall. “Baby-” Jongdae cut him off by throwing the flowers he had gotten the other. “I don't want to hear it.” He growled, hanging his head low, his hair fell covering his line of vision of Yixing.