dohyuns
“Y’know, if you’re gonna throw away my gift to you, the least you could do is not leave it sitting on top of the trash in plain view for me to see.” Reagan’s tone started off casual, with that hint of playfulness that was just default to them, but the more that they stared at the gift-wrapped box sitting among thrown out food and crumpled up papers, the more they couldn’t help but show how visibly upset by it they were. Not that they expected it to matter to Dohyun, but they couldn’t continue to brush off how all their attempts to be civil was met with nothing but rudeness. “Like... Have some fucking decency, would you? I didn’t have to get you anything, especially knowing you would probably do this-- but I still thought about you and did. Really, don’t you think we’re both too old for these kinds of games?”
