keybums:

He’s an idiot. Key knew this, and judging from the crusty little photo of Lee Jaejin beneath the definition of ‘idiot’, everyone knew this.Then why did he usually  follow him up? ”Funny.” Straight-faced, he plucked his phone from the vanity and scrolled through the bottomless pit that was his gallery. “Then tell me this—” he slanted the screen away from himself and towards the pigeon’s face to show him the photo, ”—why have you been copying my style all summer.”

He resists the urge to slap the device out of the beast’s curled grasp, instead opting to flail an arm out in a show of exasperation. Bibum was always trying to one-up him, and this would be no exception. He patted around for his own phone, dug it out from whatever almost unreachable depth it had been wasting away in. There was a series of furious tapping away on his phone soon after its discovery, along with a short exhalation of triumph as he then angled this device towards Bibum.

“Watson!” He barks suddenly, in a vaguely recognizable English accent; he bends his index and thumb to form a circle before raising this hand to his eye as if to look through– “Since we’re making confessions, are you going to explain your haircut to me then?”