《 ※ 》 TO OTHERS, THE IDEA would probably be absolutely ridiculous. To them, the idea was brilliant. Three idiots playing rock, paper, scissors to determine who would be Mary-Jane as they re-enact the renowned scene from Spiderman. Sangcheol is determined to not be Mary-Jane. Hell, he’s determined not to be anyone really and just sit back and watch the other two have to do the scene themselves. So with that determination, the zeal set in mind, lips are licked by the tip of his tongue and he watches their hands intently.❝ All right, 가위 바위 보 ! ❞ All rock. Again! ❝ 가위 바위 보 ! 가위 바위 보 !가위 바위 보 ! ❞ One after the other, they’re picking the same options until the very last one. Two scissors and one paper. Odd man out: Sangcheol. His jaw drops. A lump forms in his throat as he’s staring at his open palm in absolute displeasure. Hand. You have failed me. Knowing the other two, they probably looked each other in the eyes and had some telepathic conversation to determine that Cheol would be the loser of the very last round. Finally eyes manage to peel themselves away from slender digits and gaze at Suriel and Jimin, lips forming into an almost pleading smile. ❝ How about best out of 3? ❞ ——ｔｉｍｅ ｓｋｉｐ ；
They would do this to him. They would come up with some brilliant way to have the both of them be Spiderman. ‘It’s because we BOTH got scissors so it’s only fair.’ He can hardly believe what he’s hearing and what’s worse is that he’s willing to go along with it. Because he’s a man of his words and he’s not going to back down just because he has to take on the role of the female and kiss the both of them as per request. He does, however, need to gather his composure. It could either turn two ways, he’d either become too embarrassed to even do it and laugh his arse off trying, or he’ll actually do it and without fail. A sigh leaves his lips as he stares across at the two idiots lying on the couch, peering up at him with those beady little eyes. It’s not one hundred percent accurate, but it’s the most they could do in his apartment. His large hand reaches up and the palm meets his face, smothering it for a brief moment before a long exhalation leaves him. All right, first up: Jimin. They’re right next to each other, so it saves him the trouble of having to shift very far. Settling down on the ground, both hands cup the other male’s cheeks and he leans forward, only to suck in his own lips and close his eyes tightly. ❝ Ahhhh! ❞ Pulling back, he takes in another deep breath before releasing it, calming those nerves that were running amok. Okay. Trailing his tongue over his lips, Sangcheol leans in again and softly presses his lips to Jimin’s plush, pink tiers. The kiss lingers, and he moves his lips against the other’s, feeling them with his own, almost tasting him. His head angles a bit more, for better access. Slowly, he pulls away and eyelids flutter open. Eyes widen and he breathes out. He had been holding his breath that entire time— telling himself if he breathed his heart might jump out. Next: Suriel. The fact that the younger male is already licking his lips, moistening them has Cheol’s cheeks turning a vibrant shade of pink. God he always does this shit. But once again, he’s trying to keep himself together. If he breaks now, there was probably an even worse punishment. And he’d rather take this. Shuffling his rump over, the raven-head inhales deeply through his nose and exhales out of his mouth. Palms press to Su’s cheeks and fingers fall into place just beneath that jawline. Tilting his head downwards, he steadies himself to press lips against those newly wet ones. But to his surprise, those lips captures his first and eyesenlarge. He can hear a faint giggle in his eardrum, and lips are moving against his. Pulling back, with an evident scowl, a finger extends out and points towards Suriel, ❝ Yah! If you were just going to kiss me like that instead, you should have been Mary Jane! ❞
