ibsuga:

« How about controlling yourself next time? Where are your sunbae –or better, your manager? » And here he was, drawing already a line with his thin lips while dragging the other away from every single form of alcohol –finding himself once more fathering someone even if BTS was over.

The glass still gripped in his hand is being pressed ever closer to his chest as if it were his purest and most sacred child once he notes the impending possibility of it being stolen from him. Okay, definitely more like a guarantee than a possibility when he’d been the one to announce his apparent requirement of aid in reaching that final destination. But not if he could help it. A wary glance is shot towards the younger male as he cradles this aforementioned beverage, having come up with the vague notion that one only comes up with when heavily inebriated that disguising his glass with a newly plucked straw of a different colour variety would somehow spare him the pain of parting with it.

 “I am perfectly in control, see? See?” Although previous actions would prove otherwise, he wiggles the digits of his free hand in testimony to this fib. “Even if you don’t see, I’m telling you. Look! I bet I could walk a straight line if I had to, do-ooo you wanna see that? Or, maybe don’t answer that. I might feel pressured, I dunno. We don’t want that to happen, right?”