endless.

matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!” “It’s not fair!” “I could kill you right now!” “Knock it off!” “Screw you!” “You’re a complete moron!” “I love this song!” “Bring that here!” “I hate you!” “I’m pissed off!” “Make me!” “I wish you’d never been born!” “I bought ice cream!” “Kiss my ass!” “Shut up!” “I can’t do it anymore!” “Take me home!” “Just kiss me already! “I can’t be in love with you!” “I can’t believe this!” “Piss off!” “I wish things were that simple!” “I love you!” “Jump off a bridge!” “You’re so hot!”

                   The blonde couldn’t say he was                  excited about having a man                   staring up and down at him                   but his polite smile never left him;                   a well-mannered young adult.                                 “I do? I’m really sorry, I’m bad with faces.”  

As much as she wanted to help, it seemed like the male has it all handled out. Nodding her head slowly, she offered him a small smile instead. “Oh. Then do you need help carrying those plastic bags instead? I mean your arm is hurt, at least let me help you in that way.” she insisted this time she won’t take a “no” for an answer. “It’s nice to meet you too Eden, Mr. Eden Park.” 

Eden’s eyes dropped to the bad of groceries he was carrying; filled with ingredients for that night’s dinner, before he’d look back at the woman. He hasn’t even remembered about the heavy packs he was holding. “As heavy as they would be, I’d never burden such a pretty young lady.” He smiled softly, tilting his head to the side casually. “It’s just Eden, Mr. Eden Park makes me feel as if I’m back at work again.”

“That’s just how I am….it doesn’t make me weak or anything. Usually people appreciate that I do.” She shrugged, putting the kit back to where she got it without saying much of a thing.

“I didn’t say that I don’t appreciate it, dear.” He smiled softly and moved a hand to ruffle her hair. “I just said you shouldn’t worry for every little thing that happened.” His smile still lingered on his lips, before making a sign with his head. “Hop on, I believe you’ll get in trouble and blame me”

“Mm…” it’s all that she lets out for the next few minutes because she takes her time, hands sliding under sheets and nails just lightly scraping over the muscles on Eden’s sides, leaning in to press a small kiss between his collarbones. “I don’t want to…” Carmen mumbles, breaking the comfortable silence and glancing at him when she finds herself on top. It’s not necessarily a position good for sleeping, especially when it comes to her back because she’s pretty sure she would wake up with a horrible back ache, so she sits up, her hands running down Eden’s stomach as her lower lip slides between her teeth because it’s such a lovely sight. “I can’t sleep…help me?”

He chuckles easily, feeling her kittening herself around him but still, a frown lingers upon his features at her words. “Don’t want to?” He mumbled, his voice sleepy, despite being so prompt in waking up and smothering her. “You can’t keep your eyes opened properly.” He adds right away, feeling her raising over him, slim fingers trailing their way up and down his chest. A content sigh left him, eyes closed, while his hands grip tightly onto her hips. “Noona,” he mumbles, not opening an eye, however fingers playing on the sides of her petite body. “You’re tired, I’m tired, how can you not be falling asleep standing?”

Whether it was a small abrasion or not, Jinri was still sorry for her own clumsiness. Mentally cursing and kicking herself, she pouted her lips, and nodded her head, giving up on accompanying the male to the nearest clinic. “Alright - how about let’s just wash it up. I think I have some bandaids on my bag.” she offered a small smile in hopes that the stranger would say yes. “I’m Jinri by the way, Choi Jinri – and you are?”

A helpless chuckle left him at the sight of her pouting him, listening to her words quietly. “No actual need to, I think I have a couple in my car too.” He said, glancing back at the blue car, a couple of meters away from them, before back at her with a wide smile arching the pulp lips. “It’s a pleasure to met you, Miss Choi.” He grins, bowing his head easily. “My name is Eden Park.” He adds right away, licking slowly along the pink rims.

Yoona shook her head, cracking a smile despite her still being worried. As the male opened the car for her to get the kit she made him sit down, standing in  front of his to examine the small wound. “Flatter me all you want, I’m doing this. And I always get worried, my friends describe me as a very caring person…so I guess it’s normal. Maybe I’m having a tiny little helper syndrome, who knows?” She mumbled as she cleaned the wound with a soft pledget before putting a plaster on it. Then Yoona stepped back with a soft and content grin on her face. “See, all done.”

Eden sighed and, as he sat own on one of the leather seats, he glanced back at the other. “I wasn’t trying to flatter you, dear, but I really think you’re bothering yourself too much with this.” He smiled softly. “Your little syndrome makes you into a little worrier, which is not nice. You could simply just let it go, nothing bad will happen from a scratch.” He sighs, eye closed as she placed the bad-aid over it, chuckling once she’s done. “Well then, will you still worry like a child about nothing?”

She huffs, a pout forming on her face. “Yah, now you even have the nerve to laugh at me…but at least you agreed. There should be a first aid kit in your car, right? Let’s get that one.” Yoona nods firmly, her face showing a determined expression.

Eden kept snickering to himself, but still, slowly made his way to the ca, helping the woman follow him. “Well, solely looking at your cute figure would make a man crack a bit in his stone heart.” He smiled softly at her, playing with the keys of his car in his pocket. “Why are you so worried, though? It’s not like it’s something so bard, really.”

                Eden was never fond of first                 greetings or things as such;                 and hearing a man's voice                 made him turn his head around                 blinking in surpise.                                 "No, I don't think so." he answers.

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