#『byeol ⁂ liqin』

[liqincai]

for @ofbyeols​ 

liqin was practically bouncing with restless energy in the van’s seat—he was either excitedly chatting about whatever the current topic was, singing some title track of theirs to the camera, or jostling his leg up and down in a fidgety manner. fortunately (or unfortunately for his seatmate), the seating arrangement of their group had him next to byeol as the former turned to demand attention and rope him in to doing a game.

❝ gē,  let’s do an acrostic poem !! the one who has the weirdest sounding one has to obey what the winner decides as a consequence !! ❞ the male suggested to the aforemtioned older male; liqin was rather confident in his ability to create poems, but he was still worried at the possibility of accidentally messing up with similar sounding words or making a nonsensical poem.  ❝ or we could play rock, paper, scissors ?? ❞ that was probably a better chance for him to win, despite the chances being split to three items.