"it’s got to come up from your stomach, see, and then go a little crazy by the end, like this," sungyeol takes a deep breath and starts laughing the Super Evil Supervillain (TM) laugh he’s been practising all week, starting off low and slightly amused and building into hysterical insane joy at the hypothetical destruction he’s just unleashed. 

"that’s pretty good," myungsoo acknowledges as sungyeol gets his breath back. "but i feel like that kind of laugh is so overrated, you know? every villain does that laugh. i want something that will set me apart."

"how about manic giggling?"

"i think that’s been done."

"menacing chuckling under your breath?"

"eh, not dramatic enough. i was thinking of going for genuine happiness at the picture of mayhem and ruin i have unleashed. i think that’s seriously scary. you don’t want to with someone like that."

sungyeol is quiet for a moment, thinking of myungsoo in situations of genuine happiness and finally makes a face. “yeahhhh, i don’t think so.”