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Whether there was a condescending tone lingering on the others words or not, Derrick didn’t like what was said. He didn’t feel obligated to explain himself. Ever. He did what he did simply because he wanted to. Shit, sometimes he even did things for the sake of doing them. Like right now for instance, when he locked Taehyung out of his phone by entering the wrong key code too many times. With the slight turn of his head, he extended a hand out towards him, handing over the locked phone. “I wasn’t.”
“You’re a villian,” are the words slipping unceremoniously passed his lips, that same feature dipping low into a disappointed frown, “I expected better from you. I expected class. But this? It’s a crime, against little ol’ me, who has done nothing but treat you with the proper respect--” --and he finds no shame in raving on, although halfheartedly, as he cradles his phone now laying incapacitated in his hands. Only faintly concerned about the state his child was in, he rounds eyes turned to crescents on the other male to continue his tongue thrashing, “Five minutes. What if something incredibly life changing occurs in the next two minutes and I have to phone home? I’d have to wait another three, do you know how long three minutes is? It’s like an hour.”
