The Fact That Ive Never Seen That Post Before Makes This All The More Hilarious. OUR MANS REALLY SAID

The fact that I’ve never seen that post before makes this all the more hilarious. OUR MANS REALLY SAID NO WAY! 🙅🏼‍♀️ oh of course, it wouldn’t be a true perilla leaf debate au without tae tae! So glad to here, babe! Thank you for the lovely words! <3

Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

jungkook's tattoos tour ♡ (trans. cr. @taee)

Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

TEASE PART TWO IS NEEDED SAGE

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I GOT U BESTIE DW 😇

So glad you enjoyed it, <3 😊

Marriage Material

synopsis; in which you witness firsthand exactly how much your boyfriend loves you (and distrusts all men).

pairing; boyfriend!jungkook x girlfriend!reader ft. taehyung

genre; minor angst, mainly fluff, humor, established relationship, bts run au

rating; PG-13

warnings; none just a jealous koo <3

w/c; 985

a/n; this debate was too cute. and this idea is even cuter. but jungkook be the cutest.

In his defense, you knew he was a very jealous person.

In your defense, it was his brother.

Jungkook does his best to catch your eye, but you’re too busy, to invested, in helping his older brother out with a perilla leaf.

Once it’s separated, you ask his brother if he’ll need help with more. You may be oblivious to your boyfriend’s agitation, but his brother isn’t.

Jeon Jung Hyun just chuckles nervously, grunting quietly to himself as Jungkook kicks his shin underneath the table again, before telling you no.

“It’s okay, y/n. My brother’s a grown man.”

He chides in from his seat across from you.

“Love, I do the same thing for you all the time and you are a grown man. Sometimes, people need help.”

As you say this, your focus is on perfecting your own perilla leaf, which ironically, you start to have trouble with. Your tongue sticks out in concentration, only for you to puff out your cheeks in minor frustration.

Seeing you having trouble, makes Jungkook’s eyes soften, and he lets out a quiet sigh in resignation. Later — he would explain in great detail exactly how he feels on the matter, but right now you needed him.

Wiping off his chopsticks with a napkin, he stretches out his arm, chopsticks aimed in determination to resolve your problem. When he sees your eyes light up from his help, he wants to puff out his chest the same way a superhero does, cause that’s how he feels whenever he helps you.

Whether it be reaching something up high for you, pulling out your chair and tucking it in, wiping specks of food off your face, giving you the last slice of pizza or bite of food in general (which is how you really know he’s in love with you), or separating a perilla leaf—

His eyes squint involuntarily as he thinks of that last one, but what he doesn’t realize is he’s still staring at you as he does it. You pause your chewing, brows raising in confusion at the look he’s giving you. You swallow.

“Why are you looking at me as if you’re about to murder me?”

“What?”

He snaps out of it instantly, sheepish smile on display at getting caught in his own head. His eyes flicker to his brother’s momentarily, and it has Jung Hyun stuffing his face with another perilla leaf you helped him with earlier in order to avoid his brother’s wrath. It only fuels his jealousy.

Following his line of sight, you find him glaring at his brother and frown.

“What’s with the gloomy face, y/n?”

Taehyung asks in question, sitting back down next to Jungkook, now back from his trip to the bathroom. Jungkook’s head swivels to yours.

“Did I do something wrong, love?”

You try to think back to moment’s later, head replaying the past in flashes until you sit up straight, eyes widening in epiphany.

“This has to do with that perilla leaf debate, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook tries his best to look everywhere but at you, and Taehyung stares between you both in amusement, chuckling.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” He lightly elbows Jungkook, who leans away from him, choosing to stay silent, but you know better now.

His hand fidgets with the straw in his cup as he nervously pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. That’s all you need to see, though, your hand coming to lay on his.

“Jungkook, love, look at me.”

He does. For only a minute. Eyes now focusing on Taehyung who leans into Jungkook to prod further.

“Y/N, did you help his brother with a perilla leaf, per chance?”

You purse your lips, as does Jungkook.

“I did.”

“Ah.” He nods, then leans back against the booth with his arms crossed. He nudges Jungkook with his shoulder.

“Are they gonna fall in love now, and get married?” Taehyung jestures, chuckling lightly, trying to ease the tension he’s slowly beginning to feel. Jungkook’s brother stays silent, fully aware it’s best not to add to the growing tension he didn’t mean to cause.

You give Taehyung a hard stare. He backs off, hands up in defense.

“Hey Tae, let’s go pay for the meal, yeah?” Jung Hyun offers suddenly, and Taehyung gives him a grateful smile.

“Yep! See you both…in a minute.”

Just like that, they walk away.

Taking the opportunity, you slide out of your seat and take Taehyung’s, now side by side with Jungkook. Again, you attempt to gain his attention by taking his hand in yours. This time, it works.

“You know I love you, right?” You start, tone soft.

“Of course.” He angles his body to face yours better, and now that he no longer has the napkin to play with, he defaults to playing with your fingers instead.

“You know I would never leave you—,” you wiggle your fingers in his grip for emphasis with your next words. “—especially when the whole reason we’re having dinner in this nice restaurant is to celebrate our engagement.”

He rubs the back of his neck, tilting it back to look at the elegant light fixture above the table for a split second, before fixing his gaze back on yours.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get to me as much as it did.” You caress his hand with the back of your thumb, eyes full of nothing but understanding.

No judgement.

“It’s just, how did I get so lucky that you chose me of all people to spend the rest of your life with?”

“I’ve been asking myself that since you put this ring on my finger, love.” You smile warmly at him, and his whole body fills with content. When you kiss, it makes every worry of his slip away, and all he can think about is how he can’t wait to marry you.

Wallflower

synopsis; in which you refuse to let Jungkook be by himself.

pairing; bff!jungkook x bff!reader ft. ot6 (cause no yoongs)

genre; angst, fluff, humor, f2l, JITB party au

rating; PG-13

warnings; mentions of alcohol and consumption of it, jealousy, terrible dancing, equally as terrible singing (on your end), playful banter, drunken confessions, drunk and clingy koo

w/c; 1,892

a/n; this fit looked so good on him and don’t even get me started on those BOOTS. and y’all already know I had to include a snippet of that live yesterday with our koo. this was meant to be just a drabble but HA HA jokes on me I guess. OH and guess what?! feedback makes this author happy, so leave some love, would ya? 🫶🏻

“Hey, JK.”

He looks up at you from his sitting position on the steps that align against the side of the main stage, having tucked himself in a far off corner away from everyone. He gives you a lopsided grin in greeting, hand coming up to give you a lazy wave. His arms then do some kind of weird movement that you deem is him trying to dance with just his arms. His entire body sways side to side from the amount of force he’s putting into it.

“Hey, Y/N.”

When the song is over, his arms dangle off his bent knees, one hand clutching a half glass of some kind of liquid he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. Judging by the color, and notes of cinnamon that wafts through your nose as you settle yourself down next to him, crossing your ankles in order to keep from flashing the crowd around you, you believe it to be whiskey.

He raises his glass towards you, and you clink your own half glass of a mixed drink against his, both of you taking a sip. Your eyes scan over his outfit of choice for the evening — a thick silver chain hangs loosely around his neck and settles in the middle of his chest just past his collarbone, oversized plain black shirt that you know for a fact hides his well chiseled torso, black jeans, and your personal favorite, chunky black combat boots.

“Did you purposely choose that fit in order to hide yourself away in the shadows?”

He gives you a mock glare, gently bumping his shoulders with yours.

“No, I wore it cause I knew it would inevitably attract you to me. What with your fixation of black clothing yourself.” His free hand grabs onto the thin, black, spaghetti strap of your mini dress on your shoulder, and before you could stop him, he snaps it.

You smack at his chest in retaliation, mouth open in shock.

“I hate you.” You purse your lips at him, eyes squinting.

All he does is laugh and lean into you with fake puppy dog eyes.

“You love me.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to take another swig of your drink instead of confirming what he just said.

If only you knew.

A waiter passes by with a tray of flutes not too long after the next song ends, full of what you can only assume is dry champagne. He bends at the waist, tray in between you and Jungkook, both of you setting your now empty glasses on the tray and taking a flute of champagne each. You thank the waiter, and he leaves.

For what seems like the upteenth time since you’ve arrived to this intimate listening party for Hobi’s new album, the ‘Butter: Remix’ song begins blasting through the speakers. Jungkook perks up, eyes immediately attempting (and failing) to meet yours, cause you know once you lock eyes with him, that’s it.

“Y/N~ieeee.”

“Jungkook, no.”

He slides himself closer to you, leaning his head onto your shoulder while he keeps giving you the same puppy dog eyes.

“I wanna dance.” The liquor on his breath floods your nostrils with how close he is, he’s probably not even aware of it himself due to the amount of drinks he’s probably had long before you arrived.

“Okay, that’s cool.” You sweep your arms at the cluster of people around you. “Go and find somebody to dance with then, like—,” your eyes scan the room, falling on someone you know very well thanks to being best friends with Jungkook since his trainee days. “—look there’s Jin.”

“He’s not staying long though, and he’s only reading webtoons on his phone, he’s no fun.”

“Really?” You question, voice flat. “Actually, yeah. That sounds like him, I’m not surprised.”

You perk up yourself this time, noticing a figure dressed in white making his way through the crowd to your seemingly huddled figures.

Jungkook notices your demeanor change drastically, eyes trailing past your hand that points enthusiastically at someone who he normally would have no problem hanging with, but right now he was just trying to dance with you, alone.

“Jiminie!” Your excitement makes a small frown pull on his face, wishing you shared the same sentiment upon seeing him. His champagne flute sloshes dangerously, a little spilling out onto the floor between his legs as you abruptly get up with the help of Jimin’s outstretched hand who pulls you into a tight hug.

You wrap your arms around his neck carefully, being sure not to spill any of your drink on him. His arms squeeze your small waist as he gently sways you both side to side in the hug. Without you knowing, Jungkook gives Jimin the look, and Jimin has to bite back a snicker that threatens to spill out, before pulling away from you.

“Y/N—,” Jungkook tries to gain your attention, even going so far as to push himself up off the step he’s been sitting on since he arrived, planting his boots right next to your black pump wearing shoes.

“Jimin! Perfect timing. Jungkook here was just trying to find someone to dance with!” When you place your hand on his shoulder, he uses the opportunity to slide the same arm around your waist to tug you into his side. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the action, but Jimin isn’t bothered by it at all — in fact, he expected it.

Jimin gives a sly grin to you both, before tipping his invisible hat at you with a cheeky wink.

You whine, hand stretched out towards him to save you from Jungkook’s clingy wrath, but all he does is wish you both a ‘good dance’, and you a ‘good luck’.

“Traitor!” You jokingly shout at his retreating figure, and all the while Jungkook just keeps pulling you both further on the dance floor, and closer to the stage where you see Hobi already dancing himself to the song.

Before you know what’s happening, your both somehow up on the stage, and even you are dancing with them (albeit terribly but still). When Megan’s verse comes up you use your champagne flute as a fake microphone and (badly) sing her part while all the boys danced their choreo around you, and at the same time were hyping you up. As soon as it gets to the end of her part, you join the boys in their final pose with your tongue out.

All of them fake bow down to you when the song is officially over with praises, bending at the waist, and you just laugh giddily, the alcohol more than doing it’s part now with easing your nerves and allowing you to just have fun and let loose.

The scattered applause from the crowd gradually comes to an end, and once the high wears off, you tug on Jungkook’s hand, who follows behind you willingly. He plops down in a vacant both, a good distance away from the stage allowing you both to be able to hear each other while even talking normally.

As you go to sit down next to him, he grabs you by the waist to pull you onto his lap sideways. You take your usual position in your cuddling sessions that happen quite often, head nestled in the junction between his neck and shoulder as you close your eyes and allow his heartbeat to soothe you like it normally would, but not this time apparently.

His chin rests on top of yours, one hand lays across your lap to make sure your dress doesn’t ride up, the other behind your back. His hand drums against your semi bare thigh, restlessly.

Eyes still closed, your fingertips lightly rub soothing circles onto his chest in an effort to slow down his heart rate, but to your surprise, it just makes it worse. Furrowing your brows, you ask him a question.

“Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s like you ran a marathon.” The chuckle he releases deep within his chest, makes your head jostle, and you whine in discontent.

“Koo, I’m trying to relax here.”

“Yeah, well. It’s hard for me to relax around you, I’m sorry.” His voice is mumbled by tufts of your hair that makes its way towards his mouth.

“Why is that? I’m your best friend, babe. There’s no need to be nervous around me.”

You miss the deep frown that appears on his face at your words, them effectively decreasing his heart rate along with his mood.

Using up what’s left of the liquid courage that still remains in his bloodstream, he says something that gets your own heart racing now.

“What if I don’t want to be best friend’s anymore?”

You sit up quickly, brows pulled in worry, waterline beginning to turn red at his insinuation.

“You don’t want to be friends anymore?” Your voice cracks, and his eyes widen when he realizes how bad that must’ve sounded. He’s frozen for a minute too long in your mind, and you try to stand up, but his biceps flex only a bit and he’s secured you back into his hold, voice coming out jumbled with how fast he’s talking.

“I-Wait-No-, That’s not what I meant, y/n!” He places a hand underneath your chin to get you to look at him. His breath catches in his lungs when he realizes you’re on the verge of crying because of him.

Throwing caution to the wind, he just says it.

“I don’t want to be just best friend’s with you, I want to date you.” He stretches out the word ‘just’ and ‘date’ to make sure you understand what he means.

You do. Oh god, you do. But he didn’t need to know that yet.

Feeling brave, you tease him a little.

“Do you want to date? Are you confident that you’re going to be able to handle me? I’m not that easy.” You lean closer to his face, his eyes fight hard to stay on yours and not your lips that are getting dangerously close to his as you speak, breath fanning over his soft pants. “I’m not the kind of person that gives permission easily, you know.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with the quiet gulp he does. Your serious facade begins to crack when you see his eyes shifting nervously, and you smile widely before whispering against his lips.

“Of course I want to date you, you idiot. Everyone already knew that, but you.”

“Everyone? Who–,” not giving him enough time to talk, you crash your lips against his and his mind goes blank. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, his teeth clash against yours, tongue slipping past your lips to dominate the kiss, which you allow more than willing.

It’s not until a loud ‘whoop!’ sounds off from behind you both that you part, both of your attentions getting torn to Jimin who is skipping around a sullen Hobi. The latter reaching into his pocket to fish out a $20 bill, smacking it into Jimin’s awaiting palm as he glares at you both, pouting.

“Aish, you two couldn’t wait until after the party was over? Then I could’ve won the bet!”

Both of you just flip him off, lovingly, of course.

This is his party after all.