Oct 23, 2015
“No one has said “whoopsidaisies” for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.”
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“No one has said “whoopsidaisies” for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.”
"Hey I just met you. And this is crazy. But here's my number. So call me maybe?"
She hits the back of his head with a rolled newspaper and waits for him to turn around. "Mister. Peeking into people's houses is not a civilized behaviour."
Fay squint his stunning electric blue contact eyes before he stopped the first person he saw, "Excuse me. Can you direct me to these apartments?" He point to the map in his hand and spoke with a lisp, "I'm really lost. Is there anyway you can help?"
"Woobin! It's you." He laughed loudly. "Oh man, who would've thought after all these years, I would see you here of all places!"
"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to a certain place if you're not busy."
kyungsoomd:
Dubbed as a klutz in all his entire elementary school life was all fun and games until he reached maturity. It wasn’t as painful to have a few stains of drinks on his shirt when he was young than to have the same exact stains in front of girls he liked. That would be embarrassing, not to mention the teasing he’d get afterwards for bombing out on a missed opportunity. It (lacking for a better term at that age) sucked balls.
Now that he was a full pledged physician, his own job, his own car, even his expensive dress shirts and shoes, he carried on this clandestine trait but showed it at a minimum. Tonight wasn’t part of the minimum standard of little accidents though— it seemed like the motherload of all clumsy things he’d neglected to do in the past which accumulated. There was no way he could’ve spilled the entire bottle of Pinot noir on the Woobin, who unfortunately happened to be beside him in the hotel ballroom, and the effervescent bubbles sprayed all over his shirt.
He apologized to the him immediately, purchasing a new set of clothes fresh off the branded shops just beside the hotel. Lucky for him, Woobin’s temper wasn’t so bad that night, so the other complied without further questions. A man of few words, but his eyes told him all the vague threats he could have spat out but chose not to since he was treated as a friend than a criminal. Due to some event, a guest closed the whole area, incidentally placing a barrage over the men’s restroom.
Choosing a vacant function room, they both took their shirts off, chests bare as they held their wet clothes, fighting off the cold air conditioning units blasting at the 15°C temperature. Before they could even pick up their freshly bought polo shirts, a group of women charged at them and hold them by the arms. Kyungsoo gaped in horror as he saw the huge video screen, playing a set of photos of a woman before it pauses at the main title of the event’s name. Bridal Shower. It looks like they’ll be providing entertainment tonight; the women have already had their eyes on both of them, crowding over like a mob of rabid fans eager for their idol. Woobin didn’t see it, over the four women blocking his view uncomfortably. Oblivious to their situation, the older asks, “How’d we get in this mess?”
/DROPPED -- please refer to this post here.