Bai.

"You have no friends, Park Hyungseok."

There the male sat; one leg crossed over the other as he stared at the blank wall ahead of him. “I do too have friends..isn’t that right, Miso?” Hyungseok reaches a hand down to caress his palm over his cream-colored kitty, his once pouted lips forming into a soft smile. “You’re my friend, aren’t you?” The cat let out a soft meow, it’s fluffy tail circling around his arm. “That’s ri—” His gaze follows the cat, watching it stand up, stretch, then strut to the other side of the room. “Fine then, lil’ shit. Didn’t wanna pet you anyway.”

This… This was his problem. He was foul-mouthed, sarcastic, short tempered, clumsy— The list could go on forever, but I’ll stop it there. On the bright side, he was handsome.. and could use some good friends that can put up with him. Even his cat is done with his shit.