i still somehow feel like i should be considered at least as special as a potential first date when i've slaved away in the kitchen one too many times. which is something i would normally use as a complaint in the "it's just me" versus "a stranger" debate, but then i remembered that i'm actually the problem. i'm the one who admitted that sometimes your otherwise exciting stories slowly turn into "blah blah blah" in my head. so carry on... what are we talking about here? pranks or jump scares? do you know who you're talking to? it's impossible to both scare and trick me. don't underestimate my ability to read you like the back of a book, hannie. how many times have you managed to sneak up on me when it wasn't to plant a kiss on my face? i let you do that, by the way. i saw your intentions from miles away. are you making me choose between you and tiktok? because what you're essentially asking is for me to climb out of a "why did woojin leave stray kids?" rabbit hole and actually pay attention to what you're saying. alexa, play "it's my life." i don't know, i feel like that's such a han biased thing, though. either they feel bad for you, for whatever reason, or they're laughing at you. honestly, you should be used to it by now. also, i'm kidding. you probably have the most normal fanbase out of all of us. at least yours isn't calling your "evil" alter ego "larry"... it's the way my jaw dropped because what do you mean you don't know who katy perry is? and why it is both insane and somehow not insane that she went to space for five seconds and came back kissing the ground like she'd just joined ben affleck and bruce willis on a mission to stop a meteor from destroying earth. alexa, replay "i don't want to miss a thing." i would definitely want to know how much chatgpt you used for each topic involving quantum physics, but i digress... if you're referring to the time we crossed paths in the bathroom, i didn't take any photos, and i thought it was a shared space. how was i supposed to know you wanted privacy? okay, one of them has to be enrique iglesias. why? i have no idea, other than i want to hear you do that dramatic little voice shake he does. call it an experiment. true, but that still doesn't answer why anyone would buy a book and follow directions on how to save a marriage when it's based on couples who were shoved into the same box because their struggles were vaguely similar. "you need to listen." sure, but also don't overload my brain with random information every waking hour. "you have to be patient." the hell i do. if i'm annoyed, i'm clearly annoyed for a reason. but don't you think most of that is something you figure out as you go through life together? happiness, grief, hardships, arguments... you push through it with mutual respect and by understanding each other's hearts and needs, and i'm pretty sure you can survive most things together. and maybe you should refrain from proposing with a sorry excuse for a pebble. simple as that. all i'm saying is that i didn't say no, which is honestly pretty lucky considering the atrocious pebble i received. depends on what kind of secrets we're talking about here. are you asking me to perform a quickie? jesus christ, han... have a little faith in me.