Who cares, I like complimenting my babe. (/ grumbles and tightly grasps your sleeve, feigning the most exaggerated pout ever, his fingers seem to have a weird liking towards the edge of your shirt where they twist and pull occasionally. ) Not enough. How would I bring you to the amusement park or anywhere if you’re not fueling me with affection?!
You’re so greasy, I love it. ( ; turning to look at you, he bites down his lower lip, holding back a smile while taking a few sneaky glances at you.) What are you doing with my shirt, ‘saeng? ( ; snickering softly, he ruffles his hand through your hair and attaches his soft lips against yours, pulling away after a brief moment to look at the street ahead of him.) It’s a beautiful night don’t you think. I want my chips now, can we?

















