#chsub

@chsub

“My disses aren’t that harsh, are they? You should hear other underground rappers go off, I am nothing close. Now they would be the diabolical pyros.”

“Now, now, don’t be so dramatic. I’ll get us out of this...!” Though attempting to come off as calm and collected as she possibly could, it was obvious that the dark road ahead of her and the lack of service on their phones was going to put them in a rather - unfortunate trip. With a sigh and her shoulders attempting to relax to ease them of their tense nature, his constant remarks cause her to playfully snap back at him; groaning because of their trip that seemed to get them nowhere. Her fingers were curled tightly around the wheel as if that was going to help in getting her to her destination quicker. At this point she would even be willing to pull over and find a place to rest, but even that wasn’t happening as no sign of a store or road side hostel came into view. “Good thing I filled up on gas though right? Don’t worry oppa, I’m sure something will pop up. Rest your head, put your seat back, Bae Suji will take you home before you know it.”

Chaerin let out a loud sigh, her arms crossing. A sore loser. “I was supposed to be teaching you this round and you still beat me. How is that even possible?” Giving him a side eye she pointed a finger at him. “Changsub, you’re not playing me are you?” Whatever face of suspicion she was trying to hold fell apart into a laugh. “Nooo, no. I’ll just get the dinner, I don’t need to be beat twice by the new master of go-stop.” She stood, already picking up her phone. “What do you want to eat? I can order whatever it is right now.” With a thought she cast him a half glare, all the squinting but none of the venom of a normal one. “I’m only doing this because we have the same birthday you know. And we’re both Lees. We’re basically twins, you just happen to be good at card games, hmmph.”

“…well, kind of…” she whispered after she hushes him. “i mean… you know how the ghosts have these supernatural senses…” she pretends to look around then returns to look at him. “Shh… they might hear us!” She covers her mouth, trying her best to contain her laughter.

“Changsub—” Her hair fell all to her right side as Wendy tilted her head. “Olympics of what? Sitting alone—?” 

█ ▌「 ӎ ☄ 」  It was in that brief moment that Mark felt as if time had stopped, pausing in his ministrations as he  s l o w l y  turns his head to face the other; eyes serious before he dramatically raises a hand to his chest. “ Dude... We could have done that from the  VERY  beginning— “ He exclaims, face falling as the craving for Chinese food suddenly makes its way back into the blond’s mind. If there was a food Mark often craved, it was always Chinese food. Something enticing about fried rice and chow mein,  ESPECIALLY  the chicken wings. Man, that was the life. “ I’ve been craving that for weeks ! “ That was partly a lie. He craved it  n e a r l y  every week.