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[ text : namjoo ] high high touch the sky~ [ text : namjoo ] but i want to be a mermaid.
[ text → chanyeol ] so is that a yes to being high?? [ text → chanyeol ] ..... oh my lanta, what am i even gonna do with you?
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crownroyeol replied
[ text : namjoo ] high high touch the sky~ [ text : namjoo ] but i want to be a mermaid.
[ text → chanyeol ] so is that a yes to being high?? [ text → chanyeol ] ..... oh my lanta, what am i even gonna do with you?
[text] I think I’m a mermaid
[ text → chanyeol ] i think you might be high [ text → chanyeol ] also, you’re a dude so you’d be a merman.
8.
Our Muses get pushed into a small closet together by some strange means, They need to wrap their arms around eachother to make Room.
Who the fuck thought it’d be a good idea to put two gigantic men in a tiny ass closet is beyond Yifan as he sighs, feeling the beginnings of a migraine forming behind his eyes as he tunes out whatever Chanyeol says, it’s a habit he’s formed since the two don’t ever seem to meet eye to eye even though they’re of the same height. Though being the same height, everything aligns a little too well, Yifan feeling uncomfortable because of their touching groins. He moves an arm from Chanyeol’s back, attempting to subtly slide his hand down and slot it between their nether regions. He narrows his eyes subtly when the other comments. “Shut up, it’s your fault we’re in this situation in the first place.” Yifan remarks, tilting his hand to send a warning flick with his thumb to Chanyeol’s crotch.
“Fucking hell.”
“You’re telling me.” Yifan scowls, wiping the dirty street water from his face, flicking it ungracefully at the other CEO after another car rains on their already shitty parade. He looks down at himself, inspecting his black designer trench coat only to regret it when he sees the filthy gray and brown spots of water pebbling over the fabric like a dalmatian gone wrong. He glances at the latter, seeing Chanyeol in no better shape. “You do realize this is your fault, right?”
crownroyeol:
{’he turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder} Book? {’he asks, looking towards the one the girl was talking about; he reached up for it, holding it out to her after} Here you are. {’he returned the others smile}
{ ` she was a bit taken aback when she sees the other’s face since it’s really familiar to her but seeing the other doesn’t seem to recognize her at all, she concludes it’s not the person who she thinks he is. as the other holds out the book to her, she takes it from him, a bright smile plastered on her face } Thank you. And I’m sorry for bothering you. But you seem like the only who’s tall enough to reach it.
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Hey. {‘he grins, returning the wave} Guess we should start with names then, huh? I’m Chanyeol.
Mhm. It’s nice to meet you, Chanyeol! I’m Seolhyun. [/she smiled brightly;] How are you today? Are you new around here?