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        â youâll never be like your brother ! â       áŽÊáŽáŽâs ÉŽáŽáŽ áŽ ÊáŽáŽ áŽÊÉȘÉŽÉą
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Things I am good at:
pushing people away
sleeping
fucking things up
forgetting to text people back
eating food
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â bring some beers. â
"I mean, I can bring beer but I don't really know it well so itâll probably be shitty.â she laughed, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. She was a wine person, if she were to be honest, and it wasnât even because she liked wine. In fact, she hated the taste but it was the only alcohol she could get away with drinking on a work night and not have a horrible headache or side effects when she had to be up again at four am. âwhat do you suggest?â
Grinch & Rudolf
He wasnât staring at the woman with the low cut shirt, or her overgrown breasts. What kind of man would he have been if he did? Not a man at all, really. He didnât stare, he looked, twice. The woman had noticed him, smiled at him, there was even some lip biting. He was polite, smiled back, twice. Nothing else. That didnât mean he didnât catch how Yoonseoâs demeanor changed. Even as she tossed him all her bags, knowing  he hated that. Worse than that, the excessive cheer surrounding them in the name of Christmas glee was revolting. He couldnât comprehend the reason to any of it. He understood the season, he understood it from a standpoint of his Christian upbringing. His grandmother had drilled into her children the need for Sunday services, and they went, grandchildren and all, they went. Ryu went, frequently when she was alive, though less so when she passed. Not that he had no belief in God, he believed, he was just busy at times and then his own self got in the way other times.Â
But Christmas for the masses rarely including celebrating its namesake. The overzealous atmosphere and need for perfect gift giving, grew each year until the season just became annoying for the male.
Not as annoying as the look on Yoonseoâs face, but still annoying. Her barking did amuse him though, smirking at her with some mischief. âYou know if you want the big ones, no need to be jealous and rude. Put it on your Christmas list. Iâm sure this Santa Clause will be glad to help you upgrade. Heâll probably throw in the low shirt too, thatâs a deal.â
The longer she spent with the male, the more she wondered why she even wanted to make sure he had a good Christmas. He was such a grinch and seemed proud of that fact but the naive, dopey girl had wanted to try and change his mind of the holiday by trying to make it enjoyable for him. Was she ever wrong and idiotic for the thought. He was so stubborn and no matter what she did, he found a way to suck the Christmas spirit from her, just like he was doing now. Half of her believed he had ogled at the clerk on purpose to annoy her, another part of her wanted to believe he just didnât have any self control. That wouldnât have been a surprise.
She tried her very best to ignore his smirk knowing if she gave in to that look of his, sheâd end up ruining her holiday spirit and trying to rip his eyebrows off. Neither was suitable for a public place and if she were to be honest, she was just stubborn enough to pretend to be cheerful so he didnât âwinâ. She would put up a false image of holiday cheer just to get under his skin the way he did with her.Â
She stopped in her tracks, disgust evident on her face. âI donât need a bigger rack, you jerk. Unlike that bimbo you were staring at, I have a personality.â she sneered, yanking her bags from his hand before turning to continue her march through the throngs of stores. He wasnât going to ruin her shopping trip, he wasnât.
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âYou know I always like the spinny chairs you get at these places.â
She couldnât help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched the man who had earned the title âevil maknaeâ finding joy from playing with the spinning chair. She had often seen a different side of him on programs so it was a pleasant surprise seeing him being so unscripted. âIâve had bad experiences with spinny chairs. Too much wine, too high of heels, if you catch my drift.â
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   IᎠwasnât uncommon for Yoonseo to find her way to the young boyâs apartment.  Her schedules always seemed so strange, and so early, and it just so happened that Jihoonâs apartment was just a few blocks from the radio station.  So for him to come inside his apartment to find the female had turned the heat onâbecause he tended to keep it near freezing inside his little sanctuary just for his own sakeâand taking food out of wherever she was rummaging through.
   HᎠreally didnât mind though, after all, she was always kind about it, offering to take him somewhere to eat or just to spend time with him in exchange for him giving her a place to come to for a quick nap and some food.  But unfortunately for the female, Jihoon hadnât been grocery shopping in quite some time.
   âNáŽáŽĄ what am I going to spread on my toast?  Your tears?â  The words took him a bit by surprise, but the way it was said with a teasing smile had the young boy laughing, his hands grasping at her sleeves.
   "HáŽáŽĄ about we go to the store and get you something then?â
Her morning had ran a little longer than usual and by the time she got off from her first shift, the blonde was absolutely exhausted. She knew she wasnât going to make it to her own apartment, which she had so stupidly purchased clear across town, so she opted for something much easier; Jihoonâs apartment which was her third home, after her own and the studio, of course. It was well kept, fitting her need for perfection and tidiness, not to mention it always had food-- the most luring premise of all.Â
Stumbling into his apartment, she let her purse fall to the ground and threw her coat across the arm of the closest couch, immediately creating a to do list in her mind: turn on the heat, find food, put on something to fall asleep to, get a nap. It was a simple to do list and as she heard the heater kick on she let out a sigh of content, trudging her way to the kitchen.Â
A spoonful of peanut butter had just made its way into her mouth, though she was still busy rummaging through cabinets, when the owner of the apartment caught her off guard. She pointed the spoon at him, the tip still covered in peanut butter, giving him a very pointed glare. The glare dissolved instantly with the promise of new food and though moments before she had been near exhaustion, the thought of having an outing with her friend gave her a new source of strength.Â
âYes, I will take this appeasement. Let us embark on our journey.â she bellowed, her flair for the dramatics acting up once again. She slid on her jacket before holding out an arm to the male. âShall we?â
i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
"Listen, I don't want the rest of KARA to hate me for giving you a big head, but I think we're already there." she teased, reaching a hand up to playfully ruffle the youngerâs hair. âYouâre super adorable but on top of all that youâre also a maknae so everyone wants you to be their little sister. Youâre officially too lovable.âÂ
Confession: you're someone cherished, truly. when i talk to you it always puts a smile on my face.
Thank you so much. This really means a lot.
âYou are enough.â
"Sometimes it's just hard to remember that, y'know?" Her eyes were boring into the bottom of her glass, unable to pull away and look anywhere else. She felt ashamed, embarrassed, of the funk she had been in lately. It made her horrible company but yet the female sitting next to her only had kind things to say. She wished she could see herself through Cheretteâs eyes, see something good in herself. She needed to find a reason to like herself because nowadays when she looked into the mirror she felt empty. âIâm just going through a rough patch. Thank you for being there.â
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