strong arm ,
yifan. can you at least try not to look so glum? we're at a festival -- β¦ ( / a sigh escapes his lips and he rubs at his blackened eye with a frown. bruises still show faintly from the beating he took by jumping into a foray to protect the man beside him. but he's still smiling, still looking at winter lights and he's hoping that eventually it'll raise yifan's spirits, even if only for a little bit. because even though this is a dark time, joonmyun wants the cloud of depression hanging heavily over the other man's head to dissipate even just for a little while. it's hard to see your best friend become a shell of a man. joonmyun smiles anyway. that much, he thinks, yifan needs. ) β¦ ( / his eyes wander the crowded streets and land on a brightly lit game, and it's no wonder it caught his attention -- step right up, test your strength! is repeated over and over through a bad set of speakers and joonmyun grins when he tugs yifan's jacket. ) hey. let's play a game, okay.. ? ( / and he's doing this for yifan's benefit, because maybe if his manhood is proven, he'll become a little more cheery -- joonmyun hopes so. he definitely hopes so. ) you go first. i'll pay up.
