#ibsuga

“Some might say...Well look at Bae Suzy. She practically has it all already. What more could she want?” Her own mug filled with the dark contents is starting to get cold; her caffeine consumed at a much slower pace than him who refilled his share with a lazy stride each time back over to the kitchen counter. “Wanting more isn’t necessarily a bad thing. And I don’t want more in terms of money and fame. I want more in the sense of...I want to be known for more than just Bae Suzy who has a pretty face and can pose in front of a camera. We all want to be known for specific things. Whether it’s the way we write music, or influence others - I think it’s normal to want more - especially when you want to aim for a different reputation than you already have.”

“... don’t tell me, this is part of the lyrics for something on your mix tape. Because, yeaah, kinda not feeling it man.” Holding back a telltale grin behind a loosely clenched fist, Howon should really write down his little quips for future reference to a best selling sark-ass book. “Am I joking? We’ll never know.” Though he winds up snickering, shoving the others shoulder roughly in the next breath.

“I will literally beat you if you don’t shut the fucking lights and shut the fuck up.” He growls from under his bed comforter, tugging his pillow over his head and groaning when Yoongi still doesn’t do as told, yup he’s trying to smother himself now. “I’m going to fucking kill you, it’s too goddamn early for this shit.”

A month away isn’t much, but it’s enough to get Jiho riled up. Enough to get him unable to wait another moment. The last thing anyone would want to do after finally getting back to their apartment, would be to get all dressed up for some event that in reality, said person wouldn’t give a shit about. But again, he can’t wait another moment, and so that’s how he’s ended up here, at this premiere that he knew the other would be present for. He was never a fan of suits or ties, but he’s never minded the camera flashes that came along with it, they fueled his much too big ego if anything. It doesn’t take long to locate Yoongi, thankfully off of the carpet and somewhere a little more discrete... but not out of sight like desired. No where was out of sight here, it was all reporters and cameras and other artists, but he takes the quick shot he has when spotting the boy alone at last, walking up behind him slowly and waiting for a glance to come his way. “Miss me?”

“NO, I saw it first. So back off. That pikachu will be mine so you can go look for other wild pokemons in the area.” She huffs, glaring at the other male.

( ✨ )   —   ❝ you’re just mad because you’re short. ❞