🐜
✘ still accepting.
(🐜) Your muse saving my muse from an enormous bug.
There’s a loud thump that can be heard from the hallway– and a fit of obnoxious laughter follows it, accompanied by a yell (which sounds whimpier than the person doing the yelling would like to admit). Inside Taemin’s room, there’s a bowl of popcorn strewn across the floor and a desk chair completely toppled over, and the lanky youth has clambered into the side of a terribly amused man by the name of Sunwoo, who’s still caught in his laughing fit, nose scrunched, eyes glittery crescents. “Shut up, it’s huge!” Taemin chokes out, shoving at his best friend’s ribs, and the rapper shoves back, a dumb snort catching in his nose and ending the parade of laughter. “It’s just a roach! Try growing up sharing a house with them.”
The insect in question is chilling out on the keyboard of Taemin’s macbook, its mandibles nibbling away at a piece of buttery popcorn, smug as can be. An embodiment of evil and all things terrifying. Obviously. But Sunwoo isn’t phased, peeling himself away from the younger to get to his feet, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and stepping forward to swiftly pinch the roach between it, ending its popcorn dreams and sending its broken body right into the trash bin.
“Better?”“Better.”
