jaesik was QUIET for a moment, he finished his joint easily and THREW the bud down below. hopefully it didnât B U R N anyone on the way down. he shrugged at the thought, NOT his problem. jae could FEEL in his b o n e s how uncomfortable she was but it as H I L A R I O U S when a girl like HER bumped into someone like HIM. it was like two new worlds uniting. it was ⊠strange that these two people, POLAR opposites of one another, could be living on the same planet. he was p o s i t i v e he caught her off guard about the death thing and the CHUCKLES just wouldnât stop. was she afraid of death? that was NO way to live. not in this l i f e t i m e. â why not? i call it how i see it, and you look like a princess. â the boy started, dark eyes R A K I N G her figure. â you look pretty DAMN small, you look like you took eating etiquette classes as a child or some fuckinâ instruments, maybe ballet, you look like havenât said a âBAD WORDâ since you exited the womb annnnnd you look like you canât stand being near the BAD GUYS, such as myself. â jaesik ENDED his observation of her. of course this was all an ASSUMPTION, but he felt like he was right. she was just some RICH LITTLE GIRL who loved to j u d g e those beneath her KIND. â am i WRONG, princess? â a DARK chuckle escaped his lips. he knew he was P U S H I N G her buttons.Â
she let out a dry laugh. sori hated to be seen that way, as if she put herself on a pedestal, too soft and too pure to hang around commoners. sheâd heard it all when she was younger, people misunderstanding her shyness with pride and ignorance, her lack of experience with a superiority complex, even, and everything in between. âiâd say youâve never met royalty, then,â she said, still as uncomfortable as before, but slowly gaining confidence as he was getting on her nerves. âiâm no princess nor i intend to look like one.â sori stared back at him, feeling her fingers and legs tingling from being nervous. âi canât do anything about being small, and my parents did educate me well, but no etiquette, intruments or ballet classes, for me, thank you.â honestly, the high guy was right about her in few points, but at the same time he did her so wrong. sori bit her lip, frowning once more. âyou want me to curse? fuck, i do can curse, you bad guy.â sori was not one to judge; in fact, she treasured the friends some people would consider âthe bad guysâ just as much as any other person, because after all she wasnât friends with their actions, but friends with the souls behind them. she even looked up to some of them! damn, this guy was really getting her mad. âi donât have any problems with the âbad guysâ,â she uttered. she moved her head, looking at him from the side with a wry smile. âand i donât like to judge either, but if i were to say something about you, bad guy, iâd say you like messing up with people, just like youâre trying to do with me. am i wrong?â
