It’s a stupid game. It’s old and clichéd and honestly, it isn’t really that much of fun. Jongin would have preferred playing scrabble over this. Arranging alphabets into sensible and meaningful words are much more interesting to Jongin. It’s Minseok’s turn now, the short blond haired boy holding the head and the end of the glass bottle and sends it spinning. Jongin pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. A nervous habit.