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Whoever this girl Naomi continued to spew hatred towards, Howon had no clue whatsoever, his English was nowhere near as fluent as needed to pick up on the details of her post-phone conversation ranting, but if there was only one thing he could be certain of it was that she had to be some level 900 bitch of the sort and he couldn't get a word in edgeways...
"Naomi... yah. Hey?! I thought you wan-- screw this."
With a smirk curving up on his lips, the only other certainty here just had to be that he knew exactly how to silence her rambling, so with one lunge, he caught her lips tightly into a kiss, grasping her jawline firmly to keep her in place, lingering for several moments until lazily pulling himself away to rasp.
"In Korean, please?"













