cough syrup
cont from x. with @ambvsh
“you’re so fucking annoying.” that was meant to be an in-my-head statement more than anything. but—whatever. it isn’t anything new or groundbreaking by now. park riyun has never been anything less than a pistol mouth and kwon siyool has always been that big of an asshole. so she’s not hurt. not heartbroken. not even sympathetic to his spiel all the way up to when he ups and smacks her with his script.
asshole. she splutters, leaning back out of the way while her hand lifts to slap at his wrist. “god RELAX,” your face is getting so fucking ugly. “you can’t catch germs if you yourself is already a giant fucking germ.” riyun mimics his face the best she can, huffing. coming was a bad idea. even if it was with this fucking cute ass bitch. she’s clearly not in the best shape. but whereas she’d usually like to save a bit more tact and consideration for others, there’s little of that here when it comes to siyool. maybe he’ll catch her cold and suffer. that’ll teach him a lesson.
“oh STOP,” she lifts her arm, coughing into her elbow. “you’re so dramatic—WHO is going to help you with this if not me?? if you’re so goddamn scared then go deep throat some sanitizer and put on a mask.” riyun can’t help it, moving forward as dared to just to part her lips, letting out a tiny dainty cough or two before turning away, nose upward.
“i hope you do catch it and SUFFER, DRAMA QUEEN!!” cough. wheeze. cough.
