[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[sms] depends. [sms] where are we going? do I have to get fancy or something?
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[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[sms] depends. [sms] where are we going? do I have to get fancy or something?
"Are you wearing my clothes…?"
He tried hard to ignore the question even as he drew your hoodie tighter around him and took a long drink from his pink lemonade, keeping his eyes locked on the movie screen. He couldn't ignore it long though. It was like a giant elephant sitting in the room to him once you voiced it even they both had known. Leaning close, he whispered so as not to disturb other movie goers. "You left it at my house last weekend. It's mine now. So no, I'm wearing my clothes." Though the hoody was at least a size larger than what he needed, he pulled the sleeves up to keep them from blocking his hands and settled back in his seat to finish watching the movie and hogging the popcorn.
Green... and Black
BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute.
"Seriously? I'm actually pretty surprised to hear this. As much as I complain usually but thank you, hyung." He smiled, laughing.
The smaller box contained a poorly cut piece of an attempt at the tiramisu recipe. Joon realized he wasn't as good of a cook as he thought, but in his justification desserts were never his thing. He wrote a small note and attached it onto the front of the box. "It looks unappealing, I know, which is why I got you another cake. Guess which one I made." Beneath the tiramisu was a much larger box that housed a chocolate and berry cake from a local patisserie. He left it with the doorman in your building complex, asking him to deliver it to your place in about an hour.
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"Not only did I not expect to get one, I got two now." He smiled softly. "Thanks."
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Preoccupied with his laptop and fiddling around with it, his small box of tools lay beside him on the bed as he began to work the back of it off to look inside. The fan hadn’t been running on it lately and it was making the entire computer get extremely hot. To avoid any overheating problems, he decided to take a look inside of it to see if there was anything he could do for it.He had been so immersed in looking at the various boards and searching for the fan that as you came into the room he barely even noticed until you were beside him on the bed.
His head shot up from his actions, eyes blinking several times until he huffed softly, eyebrow lifting as he taunted lightly yet playfully. “I don’t allow convicts with mental disorders in my house. Did you break in?” He turned his head back to his laptop, grabbing a cloth after discovered the problem, the fan had become clogged with dust. Gently starting to wipe it away, he murmured softly to you. “Should I call the cops?”
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"Is that right? To quote you, 'how do I know you're not an armed convict with a disorder'?"
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You are:
[] Cute[] Adorable[] Beautiful[xxxx] Sexy[xxxx] askjdgfj
If you kissed me I would:
[x] Kiss you back[x] Be shocked[] Smile and laugh[x] Push you away[] Slap you
If you asked me out I would say:
[x] No, sorry [ stranger. ][] Yes[] HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, YES
Can we cuddle?
[] No thank you[] Yes please[x] Sure, why not