a/n: watched this video yesterday and now i cant stop. discl i don't know them well outside of a few clips but i'm obsessed
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“You fucking suck at this,” Eunbi says, hands rattling the metal caging that stands between them.
“Your mouth is so dirty and that’s why no one will date you,” Bin replies. He swings his bat. The ball hits the side netting before dropping on the ground.
“Ouch,” she says flatly. “My turn.”
Bin sighs and pulls the cage door open, dragging his bat behind him. Eunbi flounces in to take his place, helmet already fastened.
“I bet I can hit a home run before you,” she says, glancing back to look at his slumped form draped over the spectator bench.
“I bet you can too, you’re so experienced after all,” Bin shoots back, sitting up, and the compliment is so kind that she’s sure it’s not what he was actually getting at.
“Meaning?” With a crack the ball goes virtually flying into the outfield.
“I have so many bruises from the times you’ve hit me,” he answers.
“Oh please, that just means you’re weak.”
“Think about it though. People see you,” he says, mock fear in his voice and a hand to his mouth, “acting violent towards me, on public television, and they get scared. Maybe you should change your ways.”
“You probably scare them away more than I do,” she says without thinking.
“You mean because they think I’m your boyf-”
Eunbi smacks the next ball extra hard and it hits the wall with a loud bang. “Don’t finish that sentence or die.”
“Sanha said Yewon told him during their show taping that you were complaining about not being able to get dates.”
“That bitch!”
Bin crosses his arms as if to say you just proved my point. She turns around slowly with a tinge of guilt that she won’t let show and glares at him.
“You know I’m joking. I love her, and I love Sanha too, even though he doesn’t know how to keep his fucking mouth shut. You’re the only one that I hate.”
“Real talk,” he starts dramatically, and Eunbi groans. “I know that you don’t think I’m a factor in all of this, but I feel genuinely bad if I am. A little bit of good fun with my old pal isn’t worth dooming you to a life of singledom.”
“Believe me, I’ve never considered you a factor,” Eunbi says, but she fans her face as she turns back towards the game screen. It must be all the movement. Physical activity. Burns calories.
“But,” he says candidly, “I think you’d know by now if I had feelings for you. You’re stupidly perceptive.”
“That’s an oxymoron, idiot.”
“Not if you’re Hwang Eunbi.” He sticks his tongue out at her. “A girl full of impossibilities.”
“Here’s one more,” she says, shuts her eyes tight, and swings.
Bin stands up as the speakers shower her with cheers. “You actually got a home run,” he marvels, walking up to the door to meet her face to face.
“If I can do that, I can do anything,” Eunbi says with a grin.
like the weather - moonbin/sinb - canon
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“You fucking suck at this,” Eunbi says, hands rattling the metal caging that stands between them.
“Your mouth is so dirty and that’s why no one will date you,” Bin replies. He swings his bat. The ball hits the side netting before dropping on the ground.
“Ouch,” she says flatly. “My turn.”
Bin sighs and pulls the cage door open, dragging his bat behind him. Eunbi flounces in to take his place, helmet already fastened.
“I bet I can hit a home run before you,” she says, glancing back to look at his slumped form draped over the spectator bench.
“I bet you can too, you’re so experienced after all,” Bin shoots back, sitting up, and the compliment is so kind that she’s sure it’s not what he was actually getting at.
“Meaning?” With a crack the ball goes virtually flying into the outfield.
“I have so many bruises from the times you’ve hit me,” he answers.
“Oh please, that just means you’re weak.”
“Think about it though. People see you,” he says, mock fear in his voice and a hand to his mouth, “acting violent towards me, on public television, and they get scared. Maybe you should change your ways.”
“You probably scare them away more than I do,” she says without thinking.
“You mean because they think I’m your boyf-”
Eunbi smacks the next ball extra hard and it hits the wall with a loud bang. “Don’t finish that sentence or die.”
“Sanha said Yewon told him during their show taping that you were complaining about not being able to get dates.”
“That bitch!”
Bin crosses his arms as if to say you just proved my point. She turns around slowly with a tinge of guilt that she won’t let show and glares at him.
“You know I’m joking. I love her, and I love Sanha too, even though he doesn’t know how to keep his fucking mouth shut. You’re the only one that I hate.”
“Real talk,” he starts dramatically, and Eunbi groans. “I know that you don’t think I’m a factor in all of this, but I feel genuinely bad if I am. A little bit of good fun with my old pal isn’t worth dooming you to a life of singledom.”
“Believe me, I’ve never considered you a factor,” Eunbi says, but she fans her face as she turns back towards the game screen. It must be all the movement. Physical activity. Burns calories.
“But,” he says candidly, “I think you’d know by now if I had feelings for you. You’re stupidly perceptive.”
“That’s an oxymoron, idiot.”
“Not if you’re Hwang Eunbi.” He sticks his tongue out at her. “A girl full of impossibilities.”
“Here’s one more,” she says, shuts her eyes tight, and swings.
Bin stands up as the speakers shower her with cheers. “You actually got a home run,” he marvels, walking up to the door to meet her face to face.
“If I can do that, I can do anything,” Eunbi says with a grin.
“Wanna bet?”