Today was a day of relaxation. His brothers were occupied inside and wouldn't be able to hover; so Yut-Lung took this time to go for a relaxing swim. There were no distractions or tasks to complete. Just the warmth of the sun and the water lapping at his skin. When he finished his swim he stepped out of the pool and pulled his hair up into a messy bun. He slipped on a nearby kimono one of the maids set out earlier to cover up his small black swim shorts. And proceeded to lounge under an umbrella covered chair. It was quiet and calm unlike being in Blanca's apartment in the city. He liked the peace of Briarcliff Manor and he liked the distance from the hustle and bustle. His peace, however, was broken by footsteps moving toward him.

Yut-Lung sighed in slight irritation as someone stepped up beside his shaded beach chair. The house staff and bodyguards knew not to bother him when he was poolside. Blanca was out of the country on business. That meant either one of his brothers had come to pester him or someone who had a death wish wanted his attention.

"Fuck off." He said not bothering to open his eyes to acknowledge the person beside him.

"No thanks, I have no idea where you've been." A voice scoffed in amusement.

Yut-Lung's eyes opened into a narrowed glare. He sat up pushing his sunglasses up to get a clear look at the teenager that was about to get his shit kicked.

"Who let you in?" He growled at the menace known as Sing Soo-Ling.

"I hopped the fence." The teen shrugged before casually settling himself in the recliner behind him.

Yut-Lung grit his teeth in irritation. The brat was Shorter's tag along through most of their childhood, but recently he started to randomly show up wherever Yut-Lung would be. At first, he considered it a coincidence, but after the 10th time and his pop up at his eldest brother's anniversary party he was sure the kid was searching him out to screw with him.

"What do you want?" The long-haired male huffed crossing one leg over the other and crossing his arms in agitation.

"You got a nice place here." Sing smirked. "Where are your weird brothers?"

"Busy." Yut-Lung grunted. "Why are you here?"

"That's an easy question to answer." Sing grinned lounging back in the recliner without care.

There was a long stretch of silence where the elder waited for the teen to speak, but he never did. With each passing moment, his anger grew. He was just about to snap at the younger when his phone vibrated.

"What?" He snapped answering the call.

"Well hello to you too sunshine." Shorter said sarcastically. "I was calling to see if Sing gave you the dumplings I sent. I steamed a huge batch this morning and figured you could use some good food. None of that prissy shit your cooks make."

Yut-Lung glanced at the teen who had no food on hand, who now stood up from the chair grinning down at him and glared even more.

"It seems your messenger came empty-handed."

"Really? I gave him like 3 full containers since I know you actually LIKE them."

"I guess I'll return your thoughtful gesture by sending your messenger back in several boxes." Yut-Lung hissed standing from his chair quickly and reaching for a discarded bottle of sunblock and throwing it at the teen's retreating form, who took off the moment the elder stood from his chair.

Sing laughed as he once again escaped the wrath of the temperamental male. Yut-Lung hung up on Shorter and let out a frustrated scream chucking his phone into the nearby bushes. That little shit was going to get it one of these days.