cheonjaen:

“awh nah, come on. don’t feel like that.” jaein pouts, she wasn’t up to anything. she just wanted to play the darned thing, yet everyone she asked was either busy or they didn’t want to play. so she was happy that he had agreed to playing twister, since it does allow you to move around in different positions and all that based on what you spin on its wheel. “oh come on, i couldn’t act for shit even if i tried. can we just play?”

her eyes roll at his answer, taking the bag away from him and laying it on the floor before sticking her tone out. “you were too slow to put the bag down, so the script is on you to start the game and spin the wheel of death. oh i mean, spin the wheel, yeah, oops, typo.”

“Yah, yah– I knew there was a script.” The words are uttered under his breath as he gazes forlornly after the bag that had been removed from his grasp, mien suddenly transforming upon staring shiftily at the mat; he bends to pick up the spinner, cradling it as he glances at her. “It’s not my fault if luck chooses me as the winner, which it will, okay? I’m just letting you know now, so you don’t feel too bad about losing later.”

With that, he flicks at the spinner, a subtle chant passing his lips in the midst of it all, “Gagi, gagi, gagi–” to announce with questionable triumph when it lands on blue. Jaejin’s launching himself onto the pad with vigor not previously present, his left foot planting itself on the circle and then he’s gesturing towards her;

“I hope you’re not scared now that you know. I promise I’ll understand if you cop out one minute into the game. Pinky promise.”