#girlfound

here’s the scene: it’s just a tick past two in the morning, and you hear the doorbell. you’re probably betting that the boy in his tiny one bedroom is shaking, ready to yell ‘who’s there!’, but in actuality, all inwoo does is let out a sigh. a sigh that’s evoked by the fact that he has to pause mid-game and get his ass off the chair, and the fact that he already spoiled himself of this specific scene through his previous actions on the same day.

there is only one reason why the boy’s not at all terrified: hearing the doorbell means there is no ghost present, because ghosts can’t ring doorbells. duh. and if ghosts can’t ring doorbells, it must be a human, duh, and inwoo prefers humans over incorporeal beings any day! but actually, there’s a second reason why. because let’s be real, there is no one else to ring his doorbell at this time other than–––

“bona. really?”

the door creaks open, and she has the same snippy look that she puts on whenever she decides to invade his place. so he holds the door halfway open, lips pursed in faux contemplation. “sorry, but business is closed for today. why didn’t you believe me earlier when i said you caught a little something at the subway station?” he continues by rummaging through his pocket, pulling out a long, yellow strip of paper and then lightly smacking it onto his friend’s forehead. presto!

MY GIRLFOUND DREW MY OC I LOVE HER SOO MUCH GO FOLLOW HER ON INSTAAAAAA GO FOLLOW TRACCULART ON INSTA AND ALSO ON ARTFIGHT

this is my oc as i drew them originally btw

their name is leyland :>

* soft angst starters!

when you continuously toss around what is considered a ‘joke’ and what is ‘genuine’ in 1:1 ratio, it gradually becomes the norm where your utmost intentions become hazy. inwoo, in this mess, finds the perk in throwing his honesty here and there with a cloak of jest. oh, you know–––just to beat around the bush. maybe get the same honesty masked with sarcasm from the other end too, if lucky.

“what am i, your boyfriend?” he takes a big risk this time. bona dawdles in front of her apartment entrance, her expression in a flurry after what he’s said about the dangling head right down the ledge of her window. he expects something along the line of, ‘you wish, loser,’ or some kind of counter that will keep this tricky game rolling. on the other hand, inwoo thinks it’s time for a change, so he throws a straight ball.