“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”
a few starters - ice breakers (x) — still accepting.
holy fuck.
hunched in a half-squat, unlit room, he catches hoseok’s looming, overshadowed head shift into view by the door frame. there’s a click, eerie in the silence, and the bulb overhead flickers in delay before basking the room in a dimmed, golden glow. he can only stare, frozen, surrounded by a miniature lego world, partially ravaged because he’d tripped and nose dived straight into a castle the second he’d entered the room - he’s gotta be bleeding somewhere.
“wait, hyung, it’s me,” pushes his hoodie off his head, wide eyes, elbow clumsily knocking into a bridge as innocent mini lego men and horses tumble to death, “i was just looking for the bathroom and - motherfuck -”
- steps on a lego.
man down, man down - he falls, a melodramatic plunge to hoseok’s feet, hissing in agony. fingers shakily circle around his friend’s ankle as he looks up, unfallen tears in his eyes. “bro,” whispers, pained voice, a misunderstood godzilla, “i swear, this isn’t what it looks like.”
