“Disgusting,” Jongin replied simply, walking in to see the mess.
Directing a dry gaze around his ruined apartment, he slumped down beside her onto the couch, lips downturned into a routine leer of displeasure, “When I said you could stay over, I thought you swore on no - or little collateral damage involved.”
Extending his foot to give Jinah’s a not-so-gentle shove of annoyance, Jongin lifted the back of his wrist to rest over his eyes tiredly.
“And,” he muttered, reaching into his pocket to sling a set of car keys across her stomach. “Take care of my Veneno. If I see a single scratch on her on Monday, I’m sending you back to mom and dad’s, brat.”
“Are the words, ‘I love you’ so hard to spit out? Is your throat clogged up with that much gunk?” Jinah’s lips lifted, a wry smile dancing on her lips as she followed her brother’s movements.
“And to think I actually bothered to fry up some chicken for your lunch. What happened to cute twelve-year old little Jongin who told dad that he wanted to marry me when we grew up, huh?” She teased slyly with an arched brow, lying flat with her back on the couch, head resting on his lap.
Her eyes sparkled with suspicion and impish delight as she cupped her hands together to receive his gift.. “I’ll take care of her, you know that. What brought on this strange bout of kindness?” She murmured distractedly, anticipation blooming at her fingertips as she studied the shiny set of keys.
Jinah sat up abruptly, realization dawning upon like her a ton of bricks dropping atop her head. “Ah. You have another race to go to?” she mumbled gloomily, shoulders sinking slightly. “Fine, ugh. You’re still the best gé in the whole world, even if you do make me want to reevaluate all my life choices sometimes.”
Pressing an affectionate to Jongin’s cheek, she pried apart their tangled limbs and staggered towards the kitchen, mischievously tousling his hair in the effort to escape. “I’ll go get you some chicken!”