Baby-faced Badass

“definitely, making life better for people one step at a time.”

“how saintly.”

“my liver says you’re a bitch,” dayoon snorted, rolling his eyes and trying to tug away before realizing that probably wouldn’t work. matty was small, but strong. “are you going to make it worth my while? because so far i don’t see why i should.”

“a noble cause, really.”

“you think it’d be possible? i’m down to help but i’m no geneticist.”

“we’ll never know until we try, you know.”

“oh, gee. something to look forward to.”

“that’s the spirit, sister.’

“i’ve got no issues with it either, rest in pieces to those people though.”

“we should find a way to help them.”

“thank god for growing up am i right?”

“puberty is a real bitch to some but boy am i every lucky.”

her excitement was infectious, even on someone who had no emotions like dayoon. his hands eventually found her hips as he tried to right himself on the bed and sit up– though he had not problems with her taking control, he wanted to have at least a little bit of it himself.

“you’re eager. i think this is the most i’ve seen you smile in years,” she giggled, letting him sit up before she kissed him again, straddling him more and pressing herself against him. “you’re so cute. this is going to be fun.”

it was a miracle– dayoon actually showed one single emotion; upon hearing her statement, dayon genuinely laughed. and then stopped almost immediately, as if he were surprised he even still knew how to laugh, but regardless, he nodded. “see, with a claim like that, you know you’re going to have to prove it.”

she dragged him into her room, shutting the door behind them. after pushing him on her bed, she pounced, crawling over him and kissing him hard. “i figured as much,” she muttered once she pulled away. “lucky enough for you, i have no problems with that.”

“I’ve only cheated once or twice! Promise! Have you really never cheated before? Not even during Monopoly?”

“bitch, i never cheat. i’m naturally this good. you all should be bowing at my god damn feet, because apparently all of you have to mess with the system to even keep up.”

eunhae didn’t mind, leaning into matty herself. she cackled. “wow, how slutty of you. if i didn’t hate people so much i’d probably be right there with you,” a devious spark flashed in her eyes. “sounds kinky, fun, and violent. all things that sound nice. want to be my partner in crime? after committing our crimes we could use the left over adrenaline to make out.” 

“right there with me laughing, or right there with me telling me i’m too cute and innocent to blow you because like....that’s profiling and i’m offended,” matty said pointedly, rolling her eyes a little. “mm, girl, you always know what i like. i’m in if you are.”

his hand slid down her waist as they walked, coming to rest on her lower back (well, really, her ass). “so i take it you’re gonna make me do all the work, then? just lay there and wait for me to be done? lazy ass,” he snorted.

she looked at him blandly before unlocking her dorm, ushering him inside. “no way. i fuck like a tiger. i’m just sayin, i’d rather get right to it than waste time stripping you.”