#erovsun

( sms ) ➤ want to bang ( sms ) ➤ ***hang ( sms ) ➤ ….... either or 

     “but hyuuunng !” and jordan’s own voice pitches up into a whine in a near mimic of taejoon’s voice, persistent hands clinging tighter to the other and unwilling to loosen so easily. “you always say a minute when you’re gone for hours !” he’s not yet at the point of pouting but he’s getting pretty damn close, eyes upturned and lips beginning to thin. “can’t i go with you just this once ? your boss likes me too, right ? he’ll be okay with it, right ?” he tugs at where he’s clinging to the older, energy never wavering even as the beginnings of a pout form.

     jordan’s wearing a grin not unlike the cheshire cat, all teeth and gums and smug satisfaction because he thinks he’s got deoksu beat. and he’s just about to let a loud crow of laughter escape when the older comments he’s taller and -- “height just means you’re compensating !” is he perhaps a bit sensitive about his height ? definitely, especially when the pyro feels dwarfed next to the other. he’s about to do just as deoksu says and stare when he finds he can’t look for more than a handful of seconds ; instead, he crosses arms and scowls back at him, trying to reclaim his smug satisfaction from earlier. “nope. still out of my league !” says the wildfire who can’t look him in the eyes for more than ten seconds.

     “excuse you ! i’m only like 130lbs, i’m a stick !” he isn’t when he’s a dead weight on top of the other as he is now. jordan is unrelenting when he has something in his sight ( as unrelenting as he can be when his attention span is equivalent to a goldfish’s sometimes ), and what he has in his sight is the comfort of the older’s body and couch. he arches away from the jabs to his side, something not unlike a squeak escaping him when hui jabs his side the second time, limbs spasming and nearly falling off both hui and the couch. “you called yourself grandpa so i’m calling you it now ! and grandpa, let me sit with you ! you have all this couch and you’re not gonna share some space ?” it’s logic that makes sense to him, that if hui can call himself such a name, then of course the pyro can as well. and he's going to.

“Are you picking up the to-go order?” Really, Adam’s mind is fixated right now, missing his ex-wife. “Could I get your name, please?”

     he knows sewon will oblige him and that’s why he always goes to her when he’s craving something soft and reassuring ( and it helps it’s from her, his closest friend ). he tilts his head in her general direction with an unnecessary puppy pout to lips, the pyro’s eyes rolling up in faux thought. “a foot rub wouldn’t hurt either.” but he’ll take what she’s willing to give, and he exhales the softest of sighs as her digits run through his hair once, eyes falling to half mast immediately. he almost doesn’t hear the comment about how spoiled he is but the way eyes fluttered and lips quirked at corners belied he had ; he lifts a lazy hand and waves it in the air, grinning at her. “you love me though.”

“I still play Taemin’s ‘Move’ on repeat so…”

The bar is rather empty, painting a depressing scene as Amoira pulls up a seat. Of course, it’s a week night, there’s no sporting events that he can recall, and it’s approaching the wee hours of the morning. The veela probably should have been at home. The four walls of his apartment seemed so close, restricting his space and need for air. “I’ll take a scotch, neat.” He murmurs to the bartender, tapping the counter. There’s only one other soul a couple seats down, making this a little less darker than drinking alone. “And whatever they’re having, it’s on me.”