“You have to make it cute,” Minhyuk reminds him. Changkyun puffs out a steadying breath, blinking up at the ceiling with a frown on his face. Why did he agree to such a punishment? Well, he could answer that pretty easily. He rarely ever lost at rock-paper-scissors, so he didn’t really give it much thought only minutes before when they decided on it. Now he very much regretted it. Now all he wants to do is hide under the table in the fetal position as embarrassment begins to creep inside his mind at what he’s about to do.