â âso if i carry around mistletoe on a stick, and hold it above that cute girl i keep telling you about. do you think sheâll finally get the hint?â kei ponders, hands interlocked behind his head to support his neck. his eyes dart toward his friend, lit up in hopefulness. to keiâs knowledge, it was the holiday seasons after all, why wouldnât his idea work?
âoh, yeah, totally.â sarcasm is thick in her voice, nodding as her brows raise. âiâm sure sheâll definitely get the hint that youâre a total pervert.â soyi stifles a snort, waving her hand dismissively. âi mean, not that youâre not good looking but like youâre not song joongki good lookingâaka not enough to not have a girl smack you for pulling that weirdo shit.â sure, sheâs laying it on thick, but better that than to listen to his incessant (and repulsively silly) musings on how to confess to some girl. âwhy donât you just tell her? wouldnât that be easier?â








