Now be happy that I spent my time longer than usual by sending you two lovely messages for you to smile for at least more than a couple of seconds. My shady little (quite liteally) emo hyung, I just want you to be happy, creepy and vulgar as usual. Your efforts have been mildly okay, but they're not your best. Smile for Hun or I'll have to leak your nudes in order to at least get some kind of reaction coming from you.
I think it’s time for me to broadcast this just to get a reaction out of you –quite a turn of events, huh? Everyone, gather around, I have an announcement to make. This guy right here, the very chic pal with the slickest haircut and clothing, the jerk at nature but kid at heart case on two feet: he is a sweetheart. Do not be fooled by his grouchy comments and snarky approach; do not bat an eyelid at his attempts to be this century’s diva because here’s this little secret about him. He actually cares for those he happens to consider ‘close’, he does awfully so yet he does not know how to express himself –blame the lack of humanity he has lingering in his stone cold body. Thus, here he is. He dropped by to ensure his lovely gē is alive and breathing instead of wallowing in his misery and self-pity at the solitary corners of his flat. Isn’t he a cutiepie? I will state this out and open without the usual pretense I enjoy putting forward in public around you: I love you and I appreciate you being my friend. Now get out of my face, drag queen in denial.








