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He smiles, taking the bouquet of flowers from the older and brought it close to his nose to smell its fresh scent. “Wow hyung, I would, I would, but what about our IGOT7 and the Primadonnas? Will we merge our fanbases then? We have to get well-wishes from them too, don’t you think so?”

As Taehyung was sitting on the plane, the rest of Bangtan all asleep in their seats, or with their headphones in blocking out the sounds of the world Taehyung had the biggest urge too… well pee. Jumping up from his seat he quickly makes his way down the isle of the plane before he makes it to the toilet cubical. But to his worst luck there was a line of one person and only seeing the back of the persons head Taehyung pulls a pained expression, whinging softly under his breath.

“nonsense. we can do this.” she nods her head in agreement, pulling out the box from under the counter with a small twinkle in her eyes. she hadn’t played twister ever since she was 8.. so it’s been 11 years since she’s ever even opened it. she bought a new one when she was 14 but she never touched it since no one ever wanted to play with her, she wasn’t the type to have friends in school. only outside, and no one in school knew who her friends were, who she hung out with, and how she got to know certain idols and all that. she was in the mix, her dad also had many connections, but no one needs to know that. “no, we can do it. okay. are you ready?” she raises an eyebrow, pulling out the famous four-colored mat and the spinner that had their fate written on it (for the game at least.) “i’ll spin first? or do you? hehe.”

“I feel scandalized.” Horrified by the ease with which she’d managed to locate and reveal the game --(he thinks with a bit of suspicion that maybe this whole thing had been a trap), he’s clutching the bag of chips they’d both finally agreed upon in front of his person in a form of self defense; “Very scandalized. Why was that hiding there?  Were you waiting for this? Was it scripted? This was scripted, wasn’t it?” 

“Shouldn’t I be saying the same thing to you in this situation?” She crossed her arms over her chest, having an eyebrow arched questioningly at him. It was true that it was no one’s fault that both of them happened to have somehow similar phone charms attached to their phones, and even if the two of them weren’t as close, if some fans with eagle eyes would’ve spot on both their items maybe a wrong idea would be born out of it. “You know what? I’ll just take it off instead. I wanted to change it anyway but I couldn’t do so before getting here…” 

“To me? Don’t I look like the epitome of careful?” A hand gestures somewhat grandiose towards his own person, and no, this did not help his case at all. Hadn’t he learned that by now? A finger tugs loosely at the charm that hung from his own phone, a wondering expression brief in its appearance on his face as he ponders how he’d managed not to break and/or misplace the thing. “Isn’t it kind of scary we have the same taste in charms? Maybe we’re twins.” 

“Well, it’s a good story!” A dismissive gesture of his hand was all he granted the other male before taking another drag from his cigarette; his eyebrows furrowed before he spoke again; the white smoke spilling from his lips as he did. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is that it was a fuckin’ epic show and the crowd went wild, I dont know about you for me that’s still kind of a big deal, y'know?”

A wiry smile and a slightly raised brow after making a remarkably dramatic show of fanning the air in his general vicinity when smoke dared to waft to close-- “Yanno, you could always show me the performance. You sound way too proud to not have it on DVD, downloaded onto your computer, and on all of your social media. I swear I won’t believe you if you say no.”-- he scrunches his nose, smile widening minutely before he pulls his drink closer,  pausing in doing so before judiciously pressing it to his cheek. 

“Then explain the drool marks on your face, Jin.” The model shook her head and threw a towel at his face, “Go freshen up, breakfast is almost ready.” Daeun didn’t mind friends sleeping over or coming to spend some time with her. Though, Jaejin – Jaejin was a different story. It was almost as if he only came over to annoy her like an older brother pestering his younger one.

“I’m serious Jin! Get your ass in that bathroom, move it mister!”

He’s in the process of refolding the offending towel when he chooses that moment to appear startled by her remark,  hands finding his face in a matter of seconds to rub furiously. His actions are followed by a look of horror that Daeun thankfully must not have noticed as she turned her back to him, and he’s muttering, “gross” just another his breath as he sluggishly follows her orders. 

He blinks, looking at the clothing the other had bought for him. “Well…” he starts awkwardly, eyebrows creasing into a slight frown. “I do know it’s a kind intention of yours. But do you remember how old am I this year? It’s no longer the age for me to wear a… onesie.”

“You must be joking.” His foot is prodding carefully at the onesie splayed out on the floor in all its frightening glory, a hand moving to rest on his hip as the other works a grandiose gesture towards what could be considered the outfit’s selling qualities. “They have these in adult sizes for a reason. And look, it’s--” 

she had just arrived from her broadcast schedule with seunghyub when she ran into jaejin. still dressed in her performance clothes earlier, she was set on freshening up and fixing herself before hanging out in the recording studio while it is still vacant. knowing there would be a number of people she’d be competing with including yonghwa, hongki, and the other label mate songwriter-producers. a whine was accompanied when the female rolled her eyes, both hands casually plastered on each of her friend’s shoulders.  ❝ i’d really love to hang out with you but i ain’t got time for you right now, unless you pay for food. ❞