kimjoongki
He leans fully onto the table in the &Empire lobby now, forearms extended in front of him and chest pressed to the surface. His arms are bent slightly at the elbows, his hands hovering a few inches above as he grasps his cell. He laughs, pleasantly surprised with the answer this time around. He actually got a name. Mark already knew the name, courtesy of the notification he received, but playing dumb always adds wonderfully to his little game. Joongki; the makeup guy. The red-head never actually paid him a visit, seeing as trainees didn't get gussied up and there had been no events for them yet but he knew of him already. He hums to himself, tapping back a reply.
[SMS] ayyeeee joongki [SMS] yeah i'm legal for sure [SMS] send them nudes over