They have known each other since toddlers, so it's normal for them to play with each other.
"Hyung, I want you to make that fried chicken again," Jongin asked pouting at the older. "Last time I saw you ate that thing was this morning, so no." Jongin stop tgeir track, pulling his hand from the older tight grasp.
"But I want more!" Jongin once again pout, huddled on the path. "Jongin, no is no. You better get up or else.." Jongin suddenly stood up, smirk faint on his small face as he walked dangerously too close.
He stop right to Kyungsoo's left ear, he's glad that Kyungsoo is a few centimetres shorter than him. "Or else what, hyung?" Jongin licked his plump lip within his husky voice.
"O-Omo, Kimchi Spaghetti!" Kyungsoo ran to the family restaurant, palm close to his left chest hoping it will slow down the abnormal beating.
And that what's happen every other day. It was all perfectly fine until one day, Kim Jongin went cold. Especially towards Kyungsoo.