chronic sunshine

it’s another chorus of getitgetitgetitgetitoh as hye nods along to the beat, obviously amused at how orias looks unamused as steve has him twisted around. “hey!” she shouts up to where he’s dancing. “do you take requests?”

his grin, if possible, grows wider and he flashes her a friendly wink, cheeks red. he’ll blame it on the alcohol. finger guns pointed at her, he yells above the music:

     some may say that steve is too nice to everyone. but the joke’s on them, because he’s only “ too nice ” to the pretty girls. hence why he’s standing in front of the summer house with a basket full of fresh fruit from the spring house, greeting the other summer kids who recognise him from the numerous parties he attends. he knocks twice before opening the door and stepping in, looking around until he finds who he’s looking for. “ fresh fruit delivery for a miss hyerim ! ”