#* taekwoon

...is it? ( * her gaze follows him down to the tshirt she's practically swimming in for a moment -- jiyeon honestly doesn't remember, but if it wasn't hers or jaebum's, it would most likely be his. maybe. ) sh--i mean, sorry--? ( * looks up at him, three parts flustered, embarrassed, and sheepish ) ...you don't want it back now do you? ( * bites her lower lip, arms rising to form an X over her chest slowly as she looks at him with a scandalized expression )

( * where did she even get this shirt from? jiyeon doesn’t quite remember, but it’s comfy, at the very least, and that on its own was reason enough to wear it out for a quick visit to a nearby restaurant for take out—she’s hungry—though quick is notably not how the story goes when she finds herself bumping into what feels like a fleshy pole of a person ) ah— ( * a glance up has her stopping, however, blinking a few times as she gapes at him ) it’s you.

( * peers up at the seemingly small (but big to her) boy, nose twitching as she sniffs the air before scurrying toward him, slipping under his pants and crawling up his left leg -- she smells meat! )