he’s lying on both of them, kind of: gangly legs sprawled out against juyeon’s own, his head, meanwhile, finds purchase in sujin’s lap, brows furrowed deeply as he stares at the tape playing on the latter’s tv albeit without much interest — or attention. “they’re never late to movie night.” he frowns. he’s not an idiot — he knows why, evinced by how clover averts his gaze whenever he waves at her from across the lawn with vera in tow, why no one has scheduled a get together at clover’s store in weeks — but of all things to maintain, he’d always assumed movie night would be sacred. alas; all he’s left with now are the two boys he’s made a human sofa ( and the feelings in his chest that simmer at that thought, but he chooses to ignore those — whatever the girls are going through is difficult enough ). “have you seen this movie before ?” he peers up at sujin through his eyelashes, small smile across his lips as his hand reaches up to feed him a hot chip. “i didn’t really want to watch this, but clover insisted so i got it from the blockbuster on 27th — and now she’s not even here …” almost as quickly as it arises, the smile dissipates; with his free hand, he reaches for the nearest object he can find ( one of his old stuffed toys ), throwing it with poor aim at juyeon’s shoulder ( god, he used to be an athlete ). “what did you say to her anyway, meanie ? i mentioned you and she got all upset ! you have to stop doing that !” even if you are right — kind of.