“Jimin. Jimin–” He practically whines, hands moving to mime her actions as he attempts to extend his ‘pity me’ wave so that it would encompass her. Jaejin rolls his eyes up and towards the ceiling before giving her a mockingly plaintive look, obviously hoping to garner her indulgence. “–I never pay for food. Are you saying Lee Jaejin has to change for you to hang out with him? Jimi-iiiiin.”she had just arrived from her broadcast schedule with seunghyub when she ran into jaejin. still dressed in her performance clothes earlier, she was set on freshening up and fixing herself before hanging out in the recording studio while it is still vacant. knowing there would be a number of people she’d be competing with including yonghwa, hongki, and the other label mate songwriter-producers. a whine was accompanied when the female rolled her eyes, both hands casually plastered on each of her friend’s shoulders. ❝ i’d really love to hang out with you but i ain’t got time for you right now, unless you pay for food. ❞
