❁ eun jiho ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ
@❀ vincent mary lee ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ He can't stop himself from laughing at Vincent's shocked face; eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Jiho's smile turns into a slight scowl when his cheek is pinched (he would forever deny pouting) and he steps back to make it easier for Vincent to turn around. "Last I checked I should have manners for people who deserve it," Jiho says, eyes sparkling with something playful. He places his hands on Vincent's shoulders, ready to excuse the hint of red on his cheeks as the fault of the studio lighting. "Sure," he says, playing with the hair at the back of Vincent's neck, blunt fingernails scraping against his skin. "Between friends and something, if that's how you want to describe this."

❀ vincent mary lee ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ
@❁ eun jiho ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ "WOAH—" the initial shocks wears off and vincent finally removes his hand that has shot up to press against his erratic heart, his eyes slowly narrowing to a glare though they bear no heat in it. "still no manners, jiho." his voice bears no heat as well. and the way his hand comes up to pinch jiho's cheek lightly, perhaps a bit vengeful because that's who they're in their bare essence, and turns his chair around, properly faces jiho. "since when you're an esteemed guest?" his hands come around, loose, jiho's waist, "thought we're somewhere between friends and something."

❁ eun jiho ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉʳ
@❀ vincent mary lee ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉʳ Jiho knocks on the door to the recording studio. He gets no answer - as expected - and decides to just let himself in. The door clicks shut behind him and he pulls down the black mask that was covering his face. "Yah, Vin Lee," he says. Still no answer. Of course, the man sitting at the controls has a pair of blocky headphones over his ears. Jiho walks over and grabs the right side of Vincent's headset, pulling it away and leaning over the back of his chair. In his ear he says, "It's not nice to ignore your guest that you personally invited."