taekvoon
“That’s a little harsh…” He started, realizing one moment too late that, perhaps, that was the wrong way to go about the entire matter – antagonizing her further didn’t seem to be a very good idea, not if she was feeling as dramatic as she sounded. Honestly speaking, she was very much right: they had decided to play the tag team in 다함께붕붕붕, and he was supposed to help her win – she’d complained for hours upon hours about not being able to do it on her own. For a while, that had gone according to plan, and he’d done his job well enough… that was, until another player attacked her car and made her spiral into an endless loop of little spins, one that made him lose the little patience he had (he was so very competitive all the time!) and take over the race. He hadn’t really expected her to be that upset over it, after all, they could always try again, right? But it seemed as though he’d been very wrong. “Let’s just… try that again? Do try not to chase your own tail for a whole minute, though—I only meant…!”
Her body reacted by sinking further against her seat, a groan escaping her painted lips as her phone came down to rest at her face so the sound of her complaint could vibrate against the screen. She didn’t mean to sound as harsh as she ended up coming off, but the frustration from the silly mobile game was really getting to her and she knew it was clear as day to the male. She wasn’t exactly the best at it - at least not as good as Taekwoon had seemed to be which is why she sought out his help. “Ok,another try. Oppa, I’m really trying my hardest here though!”
Sitting up straight to regain her posture in her seat, she goes through the queue with him synced along with her for another tag team bout. She looks back at him in his spot; eyes blinking curiously to see if the game was connecting. “Are we ready? I feel good about this one. Lucky attempt #7!”
