❛ say my name. ❜
three word starters.status: not accepting. | @keybums
“Ah, 형, don’t be weird.” The words drag out in a low complaint, his expression twisting with taut eyebrows and a scrunched up nose to mark his distaste — there’s a slight smile there, too, but he tries to play it off.
Drinking games. They usually ended in his favour. This could be attributed to the fact that he’d drink far less than his company and was left significantly more sober, or, at the very least, sober enough to take advantage of the loopholes they were missing while impaired. Leave it to Kibum, though, to still manage to pull the wool over his eyes. Jongin marked his defeat in the game they were playing once already, swallowing his pride to mumble the ‘alright, alright, you beat me’ that’d been requested of him, but that hadn’t been enough for the older of the two, who had suddenly whipped out his phone to catch the admission on camera instead.
“Kibum 형 won...” He speaks into the phone’s camera this time, low, shameful (he’d never been one to enjoy admitting defeat, even in innocent little table games) and his head tilting over to the side to eye the male. Although he was trying his best to maintain a serious expression, the amused glint in his eyes threatens to shape them up into lighthearted crescents instead. “Is that enough stroking for your ego now? Put the camera away.”
