Beers and cards always made for unrestrained friendly conversation. It could never go wrong. Unless you were playing with your neighbor Namjoon that is.

With him everything was intense, including a stupid game of cards.

 It was a close match and you almost won. But almost doesn’t count as victory.

He prepared to flick your forehead. You braced yourself for the impact as he counted down “3… 2…

1…”

You feel warm on your forehead, but it isn’t painful. You relax your tense brow, as the softness slowly travels down your cheek… lingering on your lips and escaping onto your neck.

This wasn’t the unrestrained (friendly) conversation you had expected, but why complain when it wasn’t going wrong?~