#emikang

“𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ?” it’s an all too innocent question, hidden behind batting eyelashes and a lipstick stained smile — but there’s nothing innocent about the jealousy looming at the bottom of brooke’s stomach, gaze emitting flashes of green at the person whose figure begins to retreat into a mere silhouette. scoff leaves parted petals as eyes roll in disbelief, initial indifference threatening to crack to allow her envy to shine through. “i don’t like being kept waiting. also your coffee got cold. make him pay me back for it.” / @emikang​  !