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I love your character because she is just gorgeous and amazing and someone mine has grown attached to and became happy with in no time.
COMPLETE THIS IN MY INBOX “I LOVE YOUR CHARACTER BECAUSE ________.”
( Thank you so much! And she feels the same way about him~ )
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
She raised an eyebrow in a challenging way as he refused yet once again to tell her about his first girlfriend. She was just curious, it was not like she was going to tell Dispatch about it, she thought, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Gaeul crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the couch, giving his thigh a light kick. She had told him about her past boyfriends, it was only fair for him to tell her about his first girlfriend. She gasped. And then she smirked. "Your first girlfriend… She was a ‘he’, isn’t it?!"
“Looks like you’ve got everything under control.”
She grins proudly but it only lasts one second before she approaches him, a frown now on her face before she waves a big wooden spoon full of sauce at him. Some splatters a bit on her cheek, but she doesn’t care, instead focusing on Namjoon’s sheepish smile as he takes a few steps back.
"You are not allowed to cook ever again. Ever!"
“Breathe, baby, breathe.”
She knows he is trying to help but she can’t help but to send him a glare while she is, well, gasping for air, a hand on her chest. Their date at her apartment had been going so well but for some reasons, she is having nightmares lately and her nights are not lasting more than two hours before she wakes up drenched in sweat, fingers clutching at her sheets and difficulties to breathe properly. She thought that by having Namjoon by her side, it would be different. Well, she was wrong. It takes another twenty minutes for her to calm down properly and she lies her head on her boyfriend’s chest, finding the sound comforting, but neither of them manage to fall back asleep.
“We’re so dead.”
When he says those words, she is glad that they are not together so he can’t see her face, the way her eyes shut painfully, her lips pursing in tightly so she doesn’t cry. She will cry, later, when she’ll be alone and not on the phone with him. It’s still the same problem: this reporter has come to him this time, showing pictures of him coming in and out of her building at different times and Gaeul knows that if there is ever an article about Namjoon dating, it will become a mess for the both of them but especially him since he is the idol, he is the one with a thousand fans, he is the one with the spotlight right into his face. She doesn’t say a word and a heavy silence falls onto them until he tells her that it’s better if they don’t see each other for a while. She doesn’t reply.
“I have no idea what you’re saying. But count me in!”
While she realizes that he probably didn’t listen to any of her rambles, she laughs because he looks sincerely excited and she can’t help but to throw her arms around his neck, nuzzling the tip of his nose affectionately. (It helps that he is laying on top of her and even if he is a bit heavy, she doesn’t mind, on the contrary, his weight is comforting.)"So you want to come with me and have your legs shaved? Hmm, I didn’t know you were like this, baby."
“Take a look what you’ve done!”
Purposely avoiding his eyes, she looked down at the ground, her lips pursed in guiltily. She really had no excuses but her clumsiness, she thought as she sat down in the middle of her living room, the food that was on her table now all over the floor along her books and other objects that she had sent flying by falling on it. But the worst was probably his noodles-stained notebook that lied lifeless in the middle of this battled ground. "I’m sorry…"
“Are we still doing the whisper thing?”
She grins against his lips, her fingers tangled into his shirt to pull him closer - if that’s even possible because the only thing separating them is their clothes - and after kissing his lips, she trails a path of soft pecks along his jawline up to his ear, loving the sounds he emits. She nibbles gently on his earlobe and his groan goes straight to her stomach as she then giggles. "Shh, quiet there. You know that we have to since we are not alone…"
