-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

SunKi - One lie won't hurt, right?

When Sunoo agreed to play rock-paper-scissors with Ni-ki, he was already expecting defeat. He was the worst at games of luck which is exactly why Ni-ki would often use this to his advantage. Getting his favorite hyung to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, was his most absolute favorite thing to do.

"Ha! I win yet again. Take that Sunoo-hyung!" The younger boasts, sticking his tongue out at a completely unbothered Sunoo

"Yeah yeah, alright...what do you want this time, brat?" Sunoo whines

Ni-ki paces the room silently-taking his time in an effort to create suspense but Sunoo is too tired to care.

He wondered what Ni-ki would ask him to do this time around. First dibs on the shower? Doing his laundry? Washing his dirty dishes every night for a month? Knowing Ni-ki, probably all of the above, Sunoo thought. But if he had only known what the younger was going to ask next, he probably wouldn't have agreed to play with him in the first place.

"Sunoo-hyung, tell me who you like" Ni-ki smirks

Startled with what he had just heard, Sunoo's head shoots up and his eyes dart towards Ni-ki

"Huh...??" Sunoo gasps

A confession?

Of all things Ni-ki could have asked for, a confession was the last thing on Sunoo's mind. Why did this little brat need to know that of all things?, Sunoo thought. He felt as though he was in elementary school again being asked such a childish request, but reality sets in when he realizes that Ni-ki is serious. He's looking at Sunoo with a determined gaze, waiting for an answer as he impatiently taps his foot on the floor. Thank god he couldn't read Sunoo's mind right now because "Nishimura Riki" was plastered all throughout the crevices of his brain. A pink blush starts to appear on the apples of Sunoo's cheeks, igniting a fire inside Ni-ki. The younger starts walking closer to Sunoo, almost pinning him against the wall, sporting a devilish grin.

"I won the game hyung. So tell me....." Ni-ki inches his face just close enough to feel Sunoo's breath against his lips, ".....who does hyungie like?"

Fuck.

"I like you, you fucking idiot" is what Sunoo wants scream out loud. He wants to shout from the top of his lungs and confess what he's been itching to say for months. He usually talks to Jungwon or Jay about all his worries, anxieties, petty crushes and so on and so forth, but he'd rather be dead than tell anyone about the shameful crush that he had on their dongsaeng, the dance prodigy, the precious maknae-he is so goddamn ashamed. He will take this secret to the grave if he has to.

Behind the calmness in Sunoo's eyes, he's thinking of a million other ways to divert the conversation but Ni-ki won't let this slide so easily. Sunoo starts to get annoyed, fidgeting his fingers trying to think of a way to get himself out of this situation. Why should he subject himself to confessing right then and there? Even if he liked someone else, he wouldn't go around announcing it to just anyone who asks him, especially not the blabbermouth of the group, Nishimura Riki. But Sunoo knows Ni-ki too well. When Ni-ki wants something, he gets it. No questions asked. He's always been hungry like that, always stopping at nothing till all his wants and needs are satisfied. Pairing that with his position as the beloved maknae, Sunoo couldn't possibly win over this spoiled, insatiable kid.

So he makes up a lie instead.

"W-well, I...um..."

"W-well, s-spit it out hyung....I'm waiting" Ni-ki teases

Fucking impatient bastard, I'll spit it out alright, Sunoo thought. With time running out and Ni-ki getting more moody by the second, Sunoo finally comes up with the perfect cover up-or so he thinks.