Honestly, James felt like a stalker, sitting in the rec room, his head buried in some kind of sports magazine he was not actually focusing on, since it only served one purpose: making him seem busy (whilst keeping him occupied to some extent, so he would not die from boredom) until someone would come along that he could perform his task on. The sound of the door opening and closing again was his cue to get up and greet whoever it was with aegyo and a camera aimed at their face - finally. When he saw Minkyung, he almost went back on his plan, though, for he was not quite sure if they were on the level of trust necessary to completely make a fool of oneself in front of the other, but then his competitive side kicked in, reminding him that giving up without even trying was not what he did, ever. “Minkyung-ssi,” he spoke in as much of a high voice as he could (seriously, metal screams were easier than imitating a child), a pout forming on his lips as he puffed out his cheeks. This acting like a kid thing did not exactly work all that well, though, while towering more than 20cm over the other, and so James opted to kneel down to make his act more believable – that way he was closer to the ground he so desperately wanted to disappear into too. “Bbuing bbuing,” was his immediate follow up attempt at being cute, accompanied by him awkwardly wiggling one fist next to his cheek while the other was still holding the camera that was currently capturing one of the most embarrassing moments of the 27 years of his life.
