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Nam-Gyu couldn't help but pout, taking liberty in Myung-gi not pushing him away to lean against him, chin on shoulder. The dramatics weren't necessary, but anything to elicit a reaction. Any reaction is fine by Nam-Gyu, as either way it'd be satisfying to get a slap or choice words. He moved his hand, tracing the curve of the other man's throat with his index. From the chin, slowly sliding down and over his Adam's apple.
"I don't ruin moods." He almost proudly said. Almost, because as much as it was fun to do, bragging isn't for him. Not currently, "In fact, I think I'm pretty good at elevating the mood. I was a Club Promoter, you know." Now that was proudly proclaimed. He loved his job, even if no proper degrees were necessary in the job. Eventually, he moved his hand to Myung-gi's shoulder, seemingly unable to move his hands away from the poor man.
"I wouldn't think that..." It was true, "I told you - I'm not looking for any serious shit. I'm just thinking, one day we're all gonna die. Could be tomorrow, the day after...You gotta live a little. I'll even smile with you! I bet your smile is like...Ugh- I bet it'll have me squealing, man. Not in- like. A girly, bitchy way. But in a- oh my God he's so Drama coded type way!"
And to keep that sudden promise, Nam-Gyu gave a toothy smile. His cheeks pressed up, crinkling the sides of his eyes. The alteration of his facial muscles was a dead giveaway of the falsified smile, but smiling without rhyme or reason is hard, he should know. A forced smile would satisfy him.
