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( Tate gets frustrated by losing a board game or card game to Thomas. x )

▋      Playing games has never quite been the young male’s forte, especially when his focus was either in photography or reading, reason as to why he would usually avoid getting himself into such things, perhaps mostly because people at his age enjoyed bets. Tonight was no different as he sat across the table from a taller male, long fingers holding a row of cards as some laid on the table along with two glasses or vodka beside each one of them. No, Thomas wasn’t one to drink, but once here and there wouldn’t kill, right? He also needed the guts to go face to face against the other since whoever lost, would have to pay the other a nice dinner.

      Curious orbs watched the other male’s moves, those slender fingers organizing the cards probably with his next play on the way—there was some nervousness in the air because, no, none of them really wanted to waste money, yet there would certainly be a loser. The photographer hummed nonchalantly, brown locks falling to the side as his head tilted in curiosity because that was taking too long. He knew the elder probably had some confidence in him because Thomas mentioned something about not knowing anything about games—it wasn’t exactly a lie because, well, between the many books he has read, some explained games’ plays and how to build a strategy … that ended up being absorbed into his brain.

      It was just then that the other male laid the cards over the table, the younger having an eyebrow raising because he knew what was to come next. He was up against a Straight Flush, long fingers slowly changing his cards’ places in order to have each one where he wanted, a low chuckle falling from thin pair of lips as he peeked from behind the row of cards between his fingers and directly towards the other. Soon after they were lowered to lay flat against the table, exposing the one play he had been saving for the end. Royal Straight Flush, victory guaranteed. But the best part was no withing the winitself—it was the look on the taller male’s face. Lips parted to a small gap, messy locks falling over his eyes, big round eyes blinking a ocouple of times and the best disbelief look on his facade. It was actually amusing.

      The previous moment faded in the blink of an eye when cards were thrown up to the air, slowly gliding until they met the flat surfaceof the floor—he woudl’ve blamed it on the wind if the windows were open or if there was a fan around, but there was nothing that could cause such thing but the other malethen stadning across from him, and he was right. What he didn’t expect to see when his gaze lifted was a pout along long arms crossed over a broad chest. Was that the latter’s way of being sulky? The young male had to admit, it was actually quite adorable for someone with such a tall structure and scary looks. Perhaps that was the point when amusement came crawling back into his mind.

       ”But— I’m fine, honestly.” Zitao expresses his discontent in a mumble of words despite following the stranger and sitting down in the small sitting area in the laundromat made just for customers waiting for their clothes to dry. He stumbles over his feet slightly when he unceremoniously plops down in the seat next to the male, and maybe he isn’t okay considering his head feels way too light and he just nearly fainted head first into the hard, tile floor of the shop but he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him.

                                  Send me a ▲  & i will put our                                  character’s  names  into  this                                  generator and  write a starter                                  based  on  the  scenario  that                                  comes up!

( Suho is the lead singer and Tate is the guitarist in a band. )

"How come I let you talk me into this?" Junmyeon mumbled absent-mindedly, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt every now and then while casting glances at the other male. A certain sentence kept replaying itself in his head; you’re used to standing in the spotlight. You can do this.

What he wasn’t used to, however, was having other people focusing not on the way his lips curled up in a fake smile or that he was babbling about any new fashion trends but his voice. It was slightly intimidating for someone who had no experience in being a singer whatsoever and so he frequently found himself silently cursing out the person who was responsible for getting him into this mess in the first place.

"Yah, why are you playing the guitar and not singing? I could play the piano   “

That sounded not only dumb but downright stupid. When people paid for rock or pop music, they surely weren’t going to expect a piano concert and frankly, it would be simply embarrassing which was something he couldn’t have, not in his position and certainly not with his huge ego.

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