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Ricky: I’m not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.
Gyuvin: When we were trainees, you convinced me eggs weren’t real in China.
Ricky: They’re not.
Gyuvin: Haha, very funny.
Ricky: I’m serious. Didn’t you hear?
Gyuvin: No… what happened?
Ricky: …Why would you fall for this again-
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Mathew: Hanbin, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?
Hanbin: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.
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Gyuvin, to the Squad: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!
*silence*
Gyuvin: Damn, y’all depressed as fuck!
Mathew: You didn’t clap either-
Gyuvin: SHUT UP!
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Hanbin: You think that’s cringe? Moms around the world wait 9 months just to end up naming their kid Gyuvin.
Gyuvin: Hey, fuck you.
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Hao: Are you laughing at that video of Ricky and Mathew fighting?
Yujin: No.
Yujin: I’m laughing at the comments.
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Jiwoong: Good night.
Hao: Sleep tight.
Ricky: Don’t let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
Mathew: Great, now Hao’s crying.
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Jiwoong: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?
Ricky: Generic excuse.
Jiwoong: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.
Ricky: I can.
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Gunwook: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!
Gyuvin: *loads shotgun* I got this.
Gunwook: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-
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Hao: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.
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Gyuvin: Bad news—Mathew locked themself outside of their own house.
Gyuvin: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Gyuvin: Bad news—Hao finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute people.
Gyuvin: Good news—a cute guy saw me do it.
Gyuvin: Bad news—it was Ricky, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know.
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