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Almost instantly, Jinyoung’s brows pushed together in a new kind of frustration. There was no point in thinking inwardly anymore around this guy. “Do you read minds or some shit?” He screwed his nose to show his clear sense of distaste toward him, then his lip quirked into a smart-arse smirk. “That’s a fucking invasion of privacy right there.”
Jinyoung eyed him in the corner of his vision and rolled his eyes to himself. “Ordinary?” He scoffed briefly, “As I said before, because I need to fucking repeat myself when I talk to the shitty likes of you, it would be better if you don’t remember it.” Jinyoung briefly glanced at the strawberries but quickly shifted his gaze back to the water out before them after the other invited him to sit down. “No, I can fucking feel enough of your stupidity from here… Thanks,” he said the last word with exaggerated sarcasm.
“Yeah, exactly. You don’t fucking know me. So is this how you always treat your acquaintences?” He folded his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. His stance was completed with the smug smirk on his lips, “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had no fucking friends. Actually, I fully expect it.” Jinyoung also knew fully well that the descriptio fit himself moreso than the other guy — but that was the point. He wasn’t ashamed of being alone, and he made that fact clear.
“How the fuck does that even make sense? If you didn’t just open your bitchy mouth to speak, we wouldn’t be having this fucking conversation, and therefore I could’ve continued to ignore you and refrain from meeting you again.” Jinyoung’s fox eyes gazed at the other briefly in judgement. His words dripped from his mouth like venom, but the last few words suggested a challenge, “Don’t fucking flatter yourself, bitch boy. You seem to be reading me a lot; aren’t you the one that’s fucking thinking about me?”
“For someone from the Renegades, I was expecting more. I expected someone who would at least know their -said - enemies.” There was a smirk present once again in his voice and Kibum decided he liked to use that tone with the other man. “Well, I can’t not sense everything that comes from you, since you all have these enhanced and stupid emotions. So, it’s not really invasion of privacy when you’re pointing those thoughts towards me.”
Kibum wanted to laugh so much, actually he would be rolling on the floor because of the guy’s facial expression. He was cute, it was obvious, but at the same time it looked like he would pop one of his veins any minute. Were all Renegades that funny to play? Why were they so uptight?
“Jung Jinyoung, twenty years old, a loner and for what I sensed, has a guilty pleasure for strawberries. Surprised?” Kibum raised an eyebrow to the younger man and smiled, one of his dazzling, long and not so innocent smiles. “See? I know who you are, I just choose not to talk about you, because you think it’s too important that I know you. It bores me.”
He stretched his arms up and groaned as Jinyoung kept talking about him being lonely and after a couple of minuted of that endless ranting, the empath simply stood up, stomping his feet until he was facing the other man. With a smirk he simply shoved one of the cupcakes in his mouth, making him stop talking. “You are annoying. I think you need sugar.”
Kim Kibum or just Key. Born on September 23, 1991. Room 49. Some people say I have a gift, but I'm still deciding if I should agree with them. I warn you not to stay too close, but if you do, it's your own risk, don't come yelling at me for knowing your secrets or making you uncomfortable. I'm taking the following classes: Danger Room - Mutant Psychology - Defense Practice - Close Combat - Meditation. I really wish I could stay locked inside though. It's better for everyone. 
Anonymous ~ Sexual anon here~ ;) Show us some sexy dance moves or some of that body~ ;)
