rhapsvdic:
❝ Oh come one you know you have plenty of space left to put one. Like your shoulders. Or arms. Cleavage. For fuck’s sake even on your forehead!!!!!!!
Minsoo turned his phone around towards the girl and pushed it into her face for her to read the words he had typed at the speed of lightning almost, his eyes rolling as he shrugged his shoulders.
Her eyelashes batted rapidly as the bright backlight of his phone strained her emeralds. She strained against the forced dilation of her pupils to sweep across his words once, then twice. With those exclamation points and his body language speaking louder than verbal words, Charlotte could feel the flames of dawn kissing the tips of her ears. Cleavage. Cleavage. Cleavage. She shoved his extended wrist away with what looked to be a short huff. The little pearl was draped head-to-toe in white lace and florals. How did he know she even had a sizeable chest to work with? Nevermind that! What gave him the gall to suggest it, in the first place? Her own pen flew as furiously over the notepad as he had been typing before. [ ✑Yeah, it'll say 'kiss my ass, oppa'. You're such a tool. Why even ask me if I want one, if you're just going to tease me? ] It was true that Charlotte had been curious ever since she discovered Chanyeol's newest ink, but she didn't feel brazen enough to brand herself with art, especially not Minsoo's art. Although he did have a way of bringing the boldness out of her normally fragile nature, almost challenging her to go to the extreme out of spite. She laughed, suddenly, at the notion of such vulgar words slandered across her forehead for all time. The ridiculousness of it had her stomach tightening, mouth unhinged in silent giggles and curled palm trying in vain to hide it.


















