“You love me, right?” ( jihye )
four word prompts — ( accepting )
with knees pulled together in her lain position on the sofa, gyuri’s eyes are concentrated on the movie coming from the screen before her and jihye on a night which sees everyone else dispersed throughout the mansion; the pair had taken ADVANTAGE of a rare case of an empty theatre room for their endearing, rom-com viewing pleasure and snacking — that being said, rinna’s nearly through her portion of popcorn and m&ms. they’re chatting on and off, a smile on her face more often than n o t when she peers to the adjacent couch upon hearing jihye speak ( not very off-track from their discussion ) , eyes widened curiously before a furrowed brow reduces them once more. “ of course i do, ” she soon grins at the doe-eyed brunette, “ it’s impossible NOT to, jiji, in case you haven’t noticed. ” it’s a fact; from the moment she’d spoken to the other, gyuri found her cute and kind, and was soon wrapped around her finger as a result — not like it's hard for such a thing to happen, fellow softies tend to have that effect on her. with that, she shifts onto her side, still facing towards the tv, but her eyes are trained on jihye. “ i don’t LIKE having to look over to see you... cuddle me ? ”