{/stumbles into the directorys dms} bruh
oh my god lock this thing away

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{/stumbles into the directorys dms} bruh
oh my god lock this thing away
bngcha:
"Ah, excuse me?" Bong-Cha raised an eyebrow. She had just gotten out of the company's gym and was just about to return to her room before she was rudely greeted by a stranger. "I really hope there's someone else in this room you're trying to address, because that was damn rude."
"Oh my god," Florence slips out, eyes widening and heartbeat quickening. Shit, did she really just say that? Out loud? To the person next to her? She's doomed, judging by the stare coming from the other. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, hoping the other can understand her situation. "I didn't mean to, I was just spilling out my thoughts, I'm pretty much half-asleep right now—I mean, no, fuck, I was just..." Her eyebrows furrow in desperateness. She manages to take a deep breath, somehow, and looks at the woman in the eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
Well, now you have one person to talk to. Hello!
a person. HOLA.
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Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!
It’s ridiculous how one of her customers wants a quick shoot at midnight, of all times, and Florence has a too bad of a case of insomnia to deny their request. She was short on this month’s rent, too, so it dealt out nicely.
The photo shoot had ended already, wrapped up with a smile and an ‘I’m sorry for bothering you at such a time, but this was urgent.' She bites back the urge to say something and instead, leaves quietly. The elevator wasn't too far from the room, an entertainment company of some kind, and she walks in idly. Florence is just glad she didn't get lost. Her shoulders ache and her eyes are fluttery. She's on the fourth floor and has to get to the first. This, hopefully, wasn't going to be too bad in her state of slumber.
The elevator doors suddenly open at the third floor, however, and Florence immediately tries to look awake. Her head shoots up and her eyes widen a little. It’s a bad attempt, but she can at least say she tried. The woman looked around her age, maybe a few years older or younger, and she raises a brow in curiosity. The stranger was out of breath, her hair stuck onto her face from beads of sweat. She looked like she just stepped out of practice if this was an entertainment company.
Florence is half-awake and her mind is in knots. She doesn’t know what comes out of her mouth and before she can comprehend her thoughts—
"You look like hell."
i'd like to see a lot of older japanese guys because i have a thing for that bUT YEAH CHOI MINHO IS HECKA YEAH
bngcha replied to your post
"Oh, thank you!" Wow, that went well. She sat down on the chair, bowing her head a bit. "You're very polite!"
"You're welcome," he answered, sitting back on his chair only once she's settled on hers. "I tend to be, just tell me if I'm being too much, yeah?", he offered her a smile, before taking another sip of his drink.
bngcha replied to your post:Come on, loser. We're going shopping.
Alright, alright. Come on, /princess./ We’re going shopping.
Aw, that sounds a whole lot better! Where are we going to shop, though?
Bong-Cha was on a mission. She was going to make friends out of her entertainment company, and she refused to be stopped. She walked around the busy streets for a bit before she noticed a man sitting by himself at an outside cafe table. She approached the table and smiled, placing her hands on the side of it. "May I sit here with you?"
The young rapper was quietly sipping on his drink, sunglasses in place, when a voice interrupted him. Raising his gaze from the screen of his phone, he blinked, and let go of the strail which was originally wedged between his lips. “Hm?”, his eyelashes fluttered again, and he gave her a firm nod of his head, politely getting up from his seat, and bowing his head softly. “Sure, go ahead,” he put down his phone, and indicated her the empty seat in front of him, already reaching over to pull it away from the table for her to sit.