Youngjae wasn't miffed. He wasn't exactly angry. Heck, he was actually a bit... Relieved? Happy even...? He didn't know. Truth be told, all Yoo Youngjae really wanted to feel was satisfied. What the heck did Jung Daehyun want? Was he about to be the punchline of a joke? Did he plot this with that fox faced Himchan-hyung? Brows furrowed and Youngjae scrunched up his nose. That couldn't be it... Because Jung Daehyun doesn't need anyone's help to be the spiteful punk he is. 

Youngjae's lips open and closed as he murmered to himself in annoyance (more like sputtered as many curses as he could towards the brunette sleeping next to him without running out of oxygen) and turned his onto his side with great effort. Even though they won a night in the "Love Tent", Himchan and Daehyun both took up quite a bit of room leaving the red marshmallow sandwiched in between. They were pretty much a smore, Youngjae snorted a bit at his own hilariousness and froze suddenly. Maybe he should tone it down on the pig noises, Daehyun had shifted on his side as well- now facing the younger. Youngjae felt the air that Daehyun let out from his slightly open mouth against his nose and spread out to his cheeks, chin, eyes, and forehead in a feathery shockwave. He snarled at the peaceful face of the older and fought back the hiss about to erupt from his throat.

'Ah, really...'