{ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ}–

keybums:

It should be illegal for it to be this hot. It should have been illegal for Kibum to be sweating without having step foot in the club yet. Who entered a club all sweaty and gross to begin with? Not Kim Kibum. He hadn’t even busted a move or two yet. Might as well give him a bottle of beer now and he’d be all set for a one way ticket back to his hotel.

His face screamed ‘Get in already’ when Jaejin takes his sweet time opening the door. He did catch that nasty look he’s given, but the figured the bassist must have caught sight of his own reflection somewhere. Therefore he could not blame him for making that face. He looked like a starving artist. There wasn’t any greeting between them—Odd. No insults— Odd. So it doesn’t feel like his friend had just been secured in the seat next to him until he went full  run-away-train on him.

“You call this ‘warm’? It’s a sauna in here!” He snapped, giving  a childish roll of his eyes and wriggled out of his coat, allowing it to drape over his shoulders for the time being. “The driver’s a stiff. I still don’t get why we can’t open the windows.”

With his gaze fixed on the bassist, his eye brows furrowed and he gifted him with a slap on the arm. “Yah— Are you really going to pretend you didn’t ignore me for, like,seven hundred years? I’ve been texting you like crazy.” He said, pausing before pressing on,“This must be how you treat all the girlfriends you don’t have.” A cheeky little grin graced his lips, allowing snickers to flutter wildly from his lips.Somehow the heat felt a little more bearable now and he had no problem shifting closer- not that much closer because he was still confined by the seat belt.  Absently he hooked a finger into the cuff of the other’s sleeve.

“Hey~ Look!” He tapped a finger against the glass, one that became speckled with color from the illuminated, neon signs. There was so much to do: clubbing, shopping, eating, crowd surfing and of course karaoke. “You’ve been to a place like this before? Doesn’t it make you want to get hashtag crazy?” 

He quietly presses back the urge to frown, because really, knowing Key, he should have been prepared for the sudden onslaught. He suffices for releasing a huff of indignation at the other’s words, slowing his search for the seat belt (because when did anyone drive below the speed limit these days?) in hopes of buying himself more time.

"Ayaahh–” He opts for a noncommittal sigh as he fumbles for a reply, finally clicking his seat belt into place. He’s fiddling with the volume on his phone when he finally speaks. “You noticed that? Aren’t you busy? I was busy too, and I don’t have the best memory these days. That’s all, haa.”

He paused, crossed his legs and squinted his eyes into crescents, inclined his head from left to right in slight befuddlement because?– it might have been the absence of a joke or an insult, but it was only the beginning of the night, and he doubted it was noticeable.

“Yah, you’re so dumb. Where are we going? Is it supposed to be a surprise?” –but he would not let the other’s jab at him slide as he batted halfheartedly at Key’s shoulder. “Imitation is flattery, Bibum. You are paying for whatever excursion we’re going on, right? That would be hashtag crazy.”