Kai. Shaking a soda and opening it.
“Here you go.” the can of soda lands in your lap unceremoniously, and you look up to see your best friend, Kim Jongin, standing over you.
“I didn’t ask for one?” you blink, setting it on the side and resuming your game of candy crush.
“Can’t I do a nice thing for a friend?” he asks all-too-innocently, plopping down next to you.
“Of course,” you shrug, picking up the can and nudging Jongdae with it, “Here, Kai wanted me to give this to you.”
“Oh! Thanks!” he smiles, and he’s so trusting you almost feel guilty. Almost.
“Um--” Jongin realized what you’ve done just a moment too late. Jongdae opens the can with a crack, and the fizz sprays all over his face and down his shirt.
“AHH! JONGIN, WHAT THE HELL?” He screeches indignantly, chasing the younger around the training room, screaming obscenities while the others look on laughing.