Choi Minhwan, F.T. Island [ x ]

"Anyways," Unsure of what more there is to say he nurses the bottle of booze to his lips, taking small sips with loose lips as he studies over the other. Once upon a time he came to think that he was depressing, but the child next to his seat was anything short from happiness. While clearing his throat he sets his beer down to the counter, delicate&slender fingertips pattering over the curves of the bottle as silence dawns over them both again. "So, do you even fight anymore?" He wonders out loud, waiting for some silent plea of extermination from them so he can just end it all.

Their passive aggression is well noted&well on its way to irritating the killer to the most extremes. How easy would it be to hold them by their throat now, to end their horrible life with the lack of support of oxygen drifting in the air. Tense, as per usual, his stiff hand raises to order another drink before he turns to look at the boy with a beer in his hand. “Get over yourself, kid. I can tell you want me around.” Bottle tilting towards his lips he takes a small gulp of bitterness, tongue running over his lips as he keeps his gaze on lock.

How irritating was it to have someone that wanted to be near even though all they knew was how to outright disrespect someone. With a sneer&a touch of a growl he turns his head to look back at them, catching their gaze for a short few moments before turning on the heels of his feet to head back towards them. Without a word he sits next to them again, only speaking to the bartender to bring him a round of jager to the table without anything to chase it down with--it was sweet enough on its own. After it was finished being poured the bartender slides it over without warning, his hand automatically opening to grab the glass before nursing the rim to his lips. Now he turns to watch the boy beside him, wondering what teenage angst would come out now.

How irritating&expected, just another bump in the road he thinks. As he's pushed away he looks down at the cigarette between his fingers, rendering it useless before tossing it aside with a small sigh slipping from his lips. "Alright, well then, see you." While he pushes himself up to stand he smoothes his hands over the sides of his sweater, giving himself a swift look up and down from his feet before making his way out of their sight. "As always, you continue to bore me." Flicking his wrist towards them he turns his head to look at them over his shoulder, saluting them goodbye.

Knowing full well he has struck a chord inside of them he leans back in, this time the smell of nicotine and chemicals coming between them as he breathes. As he sucks in another deathly drag by the crook of their neck he breathes out a teasing cloud of smoke against the curve, the smoke bouncing and lingering around their skin before his lips begin to mouth over the subtle curves. Oh how fun it was tease the ones who felt they couldn't be broken down by his hands, his lips. For now he would play this game until becoming bored, and it wasn't like there were many options to let out his frustration around. "I smell good thank you very much." Another sigh against their skin drags his tongue out running over the curve, his free hand wandering down their torso as one arm curls around their neck to hold the cigarette near enough to refuel. 

"I just did." Shrugging his shoulders he then stretches his arms high up above his head, fingers momentarily lacing together to ensure every bone is cracking before falling to his sides again. Swiftly after rolling his shoulders around to relax them more he sits beside them, getting uncomfortably close with one arm slung around their neck and his chin resting on their shoulder. "Look at you, wasting away... It's so sad to watch." He sighs against the crook of their neck, willingly playing off a smirk before pulling away to mind his own business with a cigarette between his lips.

"Oh?" Lifting his brows a string of curiosity plucks in his mind as his head turns to look over the new arrival, a smirk pulling up his lips when dark hues meet dark hues. Of course it was none other than the notorious Ayden who reeked of teenage angst, a boy without law in the most destructive of ways. Time after time they continuously rejected any words of advice from him—Choikang was supposed to be his teacher. Without a second thought he takes the bottle from their hands to take a large sip, nearly finishing the drink before handing it back to them. "I don’t fuck asses that disappear."