jeon jeongguk couldn't wonder more! how could perfectionist kim namjoon could've an asshole cousin like kim taehyung? it was notifying how much he liked one & despised the other. well feelings were mutual in hate's case.
until one of the them start...
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Jeongguk was again in his flying era, the reason being nothing other than his seemingly favorite guy—Namjoon. He was here, he came this morning. It couldn't be more satiate discerning him after considering horrendous night like past one.
Christ, it was horrible and sort of concerning as well because they seriously fucked until 4 o'clock, like how much freaking horny were they to ditch anything in their surrounding without any further thought.
In addition, when he saw Chae-won this morning, she was behaving so normal, so wonted like she wasn't a reason to convert him into Hawkeye up mostly. Anyways, she was typically like that.
Leaving her, the main thing he should be focusing on was here. Right, they hadn't talked yet, however they did chatted through technological device named mobile phone. Jeongguk shouldn't be this pliant about some few replies but what in the real fuck,
Namjoon flirted with him?
He fucking really said ( texted ) that he was appearing so pretty with his cute Baymax hoodie. Oh, one thing he forget to mention was that Namjoon noticed him first and not him this time. He said that he'd saw him in the court when he approached and he texted him right after stacking his luggage.
It made him utterly happy and he was flustered, tremulously by his flirtatious comments. He was basically floating over the mountains constructed of his arising hopes with stability of his growing adoration. Perhaps, he wasn't sure if he should be, it could all be temporary after all.
It all could be fake after all.
"Wait..." He heard Taehyung, sitting beside him as he laughed seemingly louder than bombs to the point it felt like he seriously was sitting between World Wars. "Is that fucking Baymax?" He had his energy shake in his hands, hairline damped with a sheen of sweat and eyes dead—anyone could guess he also didn't sleep last night.
"God, you're such a emo bitch!"
"That's very much offensive, Mister. You shouldn't be judging me when you're a fan of The Boss Baby," he offensively stated, irksome due to the thing that someone could hate a movie like Big Hero when he fucking grew up watching them.
God, he'd stocked posters of them filling up his old cupboards and childhood cartons which he'd collected till he was thirteen with ultimate passion. He used to be the biggest fanboy for Baymax, he was just so lovable and cool for being such a goodwill and believed that was something to adore.
In addition, nothing could compete with Hiro Himada's hairstyle—it was typically a banger. "You're wuss to not like them."
"Seriously, are we talking bad 'bout majestic Boss Baby? FYI, he was the coolest of everything." He shook his head as in way trying to believe that someone blurted shit 'bout that diapered baby, but guess he did and he wasn't a cent regretted. "More than your Bae maxy!"
A smirk-y chuckle left his mouth watching the older almost at the death bed from the amount of time he'd been practicing for the second round establishing two days from now and he was sure he was so tired right at the moment. It occurred as some high rate great opportunity for physical fight when his chances of winning were a lot graphically higher.
