#big boba eyed loser

[girlevanbuckley]

bro these spot the differences getting hard as hell!!!!!

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[2:25 am] 

“Sixth win a row!” Mark cheered, jumping up with his arms held high.

You stayed seated on the couch, wondering how with each passing round you seemed to get worse. You picked a new character for every round, even going for the “easiest characters to win with” as stated in an article you googled four rounds ago. Super Smash Bros. was harder than it looked.

Mark smiled at your face, cute and lost in thought. He had to admit you were acting very well, like you couldn’t figure out why you kept losing.The next round you would surely win. You were always winning a handful of rounds in the game night you both had with the dreamies, but you and Mark were always on the same team. This time you were playing against one another. 

He pressed the buttons on the controller, watching you choose a new character, telling you he always had a hard time playing against the boys when they played as Mario. Yeah, that was a lie. Mario was one of the most boring characters you could have chosen after the past rounds of playing as cooler characters that could fly, create force fields, and create lightning. But they proved to be very uncool when their powers did nothing but make you lose.

The round started up again, and you died within a minute. You ran right off the stage and watched your character descend from the sky. You sighed, annoyed at how bad you were at this game. How could you beat Haechan and Jeno, who spent a lot of their free time gaming, but you couldn’t beat Mark who ranked in the bottom consistently for game nights?

Mark eyed you inconspicuously, maybe he should let you win. Your fake pout and frustration was doing a good job at making him feel bad for you. Maybe after you won a round, you’d get back into the swing of the game and finally be a worthy opponent. 

His character went to attack your own, jumping at a weird time so he fell off the screen- one life down. The next life was gone when Mark dropped his controller and had the worst case of butter fingers so you could beat his character who wasn’t moving at all. The last life was gone when for every three moves your character made, Mark’s made one. To any bystander, it would be obvious that Mark had let you win, but to you it felt genuine. 

You hopped up off the couch with your arms raised in victory, “Finally!”

A few rounds later, you were both tired. Ten rounds of Super Smash could do that to you. The final score was Mark-7 and you-4. What? He had to win one more round to make it seem real. 

Then started the Mario Kart and you placed first 10 times in a row when Mark struggled to even make it past 8th place. Now it was his turn to be frustrated, “Stop winning!”

“Stop sucking!” You replied with a smile, watching as you crossed the finish line (first place again) while Mark had just gone over a banana, putting him in 11th place.��

Eventually time ran out, and you cheered for your win again.”I understand now why you let me win Smash. You’re totally kicking my ass in Mario Kart. Can you do what I did and let me win some now?” Mark asked.

You stopped pressing the buttons on the controller, turning to look at Mark, “I didn’t let you win Smash- did you let me win?!”

“Uh yeah! I dropped my controller nine times in a row- you let me win!”

“Why would I lose on purpose Mark? You saw me google the easiest characters for beginners and I button mashed for every round and still lost!”

“Well you win like every round with the dreamies why would you lose against me?” He questioned, eyebrow raised as if he was still accusing you of losing on purpose.

“We don’t play Smash with them Mark! I don’t play Smash, maybe that’s why I don’t win! I’m just so horrible you give me wins out of pity.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. 

You could hear the music from the game playing over and over while you saw Mark’s face slowly coming into your line of sight. Every time you turned, he was there, with his big, puppy, boba eyes.

“Sorry for being a sore loser, will you love me again? And take pity on me and at least let me win one single round?”

“I love you, but you haven’t even seen me at my best. There’s no way you’re going to beat me now, baby,” You stated calmly, gently caressing his cheek. He could almost see the exact moment your eyes hardened from tranquil and loving to a competitive need to win.

Mark was in deep trouble, with Mario Kart sure, but your peacefully stated threat was hot. How was he going to pay attention to winning when all his focus would be on why he was getting warm under the collar. Maybe this would be a win for the both of you in the end.