The thread of self-restraint was wearing thin; there were only a few taut strands remaining. Jin didn't even know how to play this game, and still he was trying to cheat. His incredibly effective method of choice? Distraction. Ahn-Bo's jaw clenched. He knew exactly what his brother was doing. It didn't make the messy hair (and hair pulling, gods) any less potent. He'd sent everything in his arsenal, dropping the intimately casual nickname that he'd only ever used in private, along with the innuendo. The werewolf had to physically keep himself in his seat, grasping the underside of the mahogany table with both hands. Hopefully the club wouldn't mind his additional carvings—ten half-moons from clinging to the table like it was his lifeline.

A familiar and utterly out-of-place gust of wind swept across the table and up and over him. It tousled his hair and clothes. The cards shot into the air in all directions, fluttering down like cherry blossom petals in the spring. They decorated the floor, while some had landed on the occupied tables nearby. Ahn-Bo had known immediately that it was Jin-a's doing; it didn't keep him from a startled jump nor the wide-eyed stare as he surveyed the mess they'd made of the room. He whipped his head in Jin-a's direction at the cocky question. Ssi-bal, that smile. The tension between them was so thick he thought he might be able to see it. (It was more likely the smoky atmosphere, but when you're three drinks in and ready to climb your hyung like a tree, romantic liberties were acceptable.) He was going to combust, exploding just like the cards had.

Before he could respond, the dealer appeared at their table with a firm, "The club requests that you excuse yourselves from the game room." Ahn-Bo flashed an amused grin at his brother as he stood from the table, though he directed his attention to the staff member in question. "Of course, our apologies for the disruption." The pair exited the same way they had entered.

They pushed out into the bright, busy hallway once more. Apparently, neither of them was going to be well-behaved this evening. "I can't believe you just did that!" he laughed. It felt nostalgic. They'd been kicked out of the school's library more times than he could count because they were disruptive. In all fairness, Ahn-Bo had typically been the instigator. Jin-a had gone right along with him most occasions, so he was just as guilty as the werewolf.