(/he heaves a long, tired sigh, chest rising and falling, head rolling back to hit the couch cushion as if his soul is leaving his body, and it almost feels like half of it has, because yixing’s always been part of him) There’s absolutely nothing lovable about you, Kim Jongin. Why do I keep you around? (/the question is rhetorical, because despite his drab tone with just a hint of animosity, luhan knows exactly why he keeps jongin around. despite his crass words and deranged sense of humor, he and yixing are the closest things he has to family. they look out for each other in their own fucked up ways, and somewhere deep down, luhan knows jongin needs them, needs him) — (/he straigthens up, pushes himself off the couch and off the ground, staggers as if he’s drunk and dizzy before stretching his limbs high over his body, letting out a tired groan as if he hasn’t moved for a thousand years) I don’t feel like going out and fucking bitches tonight. (/he lets out a low, quiet laugh, more of a snort than anything, but it’s genuine, effortless. because despite the doom and gloom he thinks he should be feeling, there’s also a linger feeling of hope, and, begrudgingly, part of it is because of jongin’s roundabout way of saying he believed in them) — (/he brushes back loose strands of raven hair that have fallen into his eyes, lets gravity do his job and drag him downward to plant his body weight across jongin’s uselessly long legs. he whines, like a child, deliberately, in an effort to annoy the younger, wiggling his body so its uncomfortable for the other male as possible) I just want to eat carbs and watch Sex and the City. (/he’s joking, mostly, but it’s a start, a sign that things really aren’t so bad)
why the fuck do you make it so easy for me? (/ his question is on the same level as Luhan’s. there’s no difference to him when it comes to an answer. they’re family and you don’t give up on family. you love them, you hate them, but you don’t give up. uhan and Yixing taught him that. outside of TK, they’re the closest he lets himself get to anyone, to any kind of love ) yeah, you’re not gonna fuck bitches. tell me something i don’t know, you dumbass. (/ the term of respect Jongin reserves for Luhan and Yixing is dropped because watching the older male act so spineless and weak pisses him off ) can you fuck a bitch? i don’t think you got it in you anymore. (/ Luhan doesn’t have it in him, Jongin’s certain because it’s that kind of lost love where you can’t see anyone. that’s what he sees when he looks at his older brothers ) fucking— (/ he groans when Luhan's weight lands on his legs, a well-deserved punch given to the elder’s shoulder ) are you trying to seduce me or some shit, get off (/ the accusation is groundless and he sits up to shove Luhan away from him, rolling his eyes ) is this how you and ge flirt? how sickening. (/ amusement dances in his eyes, a laugh chocked down bcause of all the shows Luhan could’ve chosen, he chooses fucking Sex and the City? he grabs a pillow, chucks it in Luhan’s face with a shake of his head and another annoyed groan ) you’re on the verge of menopause. choose another show, i ain’t watching that shit
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