#( bk vc: HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT )

[lgcbk]

Byeongkwan lets out a groan loud enough to draw the attention of a few neighboring tables. "Ah, I get it now," he nods, pressing his tongue to his cheek in a show of slight irritation. "You want me to third wheel you forever, huh? Keep me all to yourself or something? Look. You see her over there?" his head tilts slightly, gaze flickering to the two waitresses huddled over by the kitchen entrance and whispering amongst themselves. "She's been giving me eyes this whole time. Now if try to get her number what is she going to think of me? What will I look like?" He leans over, brows raised as if he was revealing some scandalous fact. "A cheater. On our anniversary, no less. My reputation is shaky as is, I can't recover from something like that."

His eyes narrow playfully, bristling at the sound of that pet name. "Yeah, nothing. Means absolutely nothing," he snorts, shoveling a few pieces of charred beef into his mouth right off the grill. He shifts in his seat with few hashafashasha's, reaching for his duffel to sneakily tuck away a few side dishes ( adding to his collection of borrowed restaurant dinnerware ). "And call me that again and this cake is going right up your - "

His phone begins to buzz again, sending his eyes rolling far enough to reach the back of his skull. "Gotta cut our 'celebration' short. Family thing. You've got the bill, right? Of course you do, because you're the best, hyung!" He gives Seojin's cheek a quick pat, returning his hand to the pocket of his hoodie to cradle another handful of meat tucked away in a napkin ( and avoid any sort of retaliation from the older male for the casual gesture ).

"Oh, and sorry I didn't get you a gift. Three years is pretty long, huh? But hey, now you get to watch me walk away and that's a present in itself." He shoots Seojin a curt grin and a wink, slipping out of his seat to show off his newly minted model walk ( it still looked a bit like he would be dropping into a b-boy stance at any moment - but hey, progress ). He only makes it a few steps though before backpedaling to the table. "Almost forgot. I'm taking my cake too."

⸻ END

bk​

“Why does this always happen when we come h -” Deja vu. His eyes narrow, gaze flittering from the dessert to Seojin’s smug expression and back. He stares at the other in silence for a moment before exhaling audibly. “Seojin, what the fuck.”

Seojin leaned against the back of the booth with a short sigh — though it was full of some sort of satisfied confidence, a playful glint in his eye and mischief in his “innocent” smile. He calmly ( and not-so-quietly ) proceeded to slurp down some of his noodles as he continued to wait for his friend to reappear. And, of course, when Byeongkwan did, he sat up straight with a curt shrug.

“Hey, hey. What’s with that reaction? You seem like you’re gonna get pissed off at me.” Seojin huffed out a dismissive chuckle. “It’s not a mistake. I said that there was a special occasion!” The next sigh he released was a rather forcefully dramatic one. His friend had quite the tendency to bring out such a side to him, one that could not be suppressed and ignored. He enjoyed riling him up far too much. As the years passed, it became easier and more convenient to do so, the other often content to give his own push back or reciprocation.

“Besides, Kwannie,” The nickname ( and purposefully annoying term of endearment ) rolled off his tongue far too easily but it played perfectly into the continuous bit. Surely, Byeongkwan knew he was, as some would put it, ‘taking the piss’. “Thinking of the day… it’s around three years since we met each other, right? That means it’s our third anniversary already. Seriously, you just forgot something that’s so important? Does our love really mean nothing to you?”