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Before the male could leave, she grabbed onto his hoodie. She whispered, “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“I live with another girl, which is my band member. And if she sees a guy coming out of my bedroom, she will kill you and me.” Wheein quickly got up, putting on her clothes. “Just wait here and I will go check if she is awake or not.”

As she got to the door she turned around, “Also I am not that rude to let you go like that, sodon’t treat me like any other girl that you’ve done.”

he’s not surprised or offended when it happens, when that silent awkwardness settles in between them. he has been there, done that, and definitely knows how it goes. no big deal. it might suck a bit and remind him of how unstable his life is in general, this being just another instance of it, and he might beat himself over his morning coffee when he finally gets it, but that’s all. nothing he can’t live with. but then she stops him, and talks, and it gets all kind of weird -- interesting? -- very quickly.

“i don’t know much about celebrities but wouldn’t murder be something that not even you guys could get away with?” he quietly questions her immediately, although in a slow, slightly sluggish manner, the sleep still evident in all his motions, going hand in hand with amusement. he pulls the hem of his hoodie down in last bits of attempt to appear decent enough to go out, (where the hell are my socks though, he thinks dazedly, eyes searching around briefly), and then proceeds to watch the female dress herself too. it’s a bit shameless, he has to admit, but he has always liked watching attractive people dress themselves just as much he likes watching them undress.

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“i know. why do you think i’m here?” he asked, one of his eyebrows playfully quirked up, going strangely hand in hand with the half-amused and half-intense expression of his face. at first it was just his head peeking inside the small change room (but still bigger than most, because apparently this store was too posh for tiny ones), but soon his entire body followed, squeezing between the door and frame, and closing behind him quietly.

he honestly had no clue how he had found himself in this position: shopping for clothes with a really pretty and really funny girl whom he had hooked up and had a breakfast with, who also happened to be an idol and who apparently had low enough standards to hang around with someone like hojun. he wasn’t really anything special -- his bleached hair was dry, his wallet definitely couldn’t handle the kind of stores she was used to and he was an absolute mess at anything that had to do with relationships (be it friend-ships, or romantic-ships, or really anything that went beyond a simple fuck or an even simpler fight) -- but for some reason she seemed to dig his company and he wasn’t one to say no to an attractive woman’s request for a day’s worth of entertainment.

so he followed her around, carried her bags like a champ, bought her a refreshing milk tea drink between one store and another, and gave honest opinions on every piece she tried on -- even if his honest opinions were mostly focusing on how the pieces hugged the curves of her frame, the estimate time of taking them off (because it was obviously an important feature of all clothes) and generally a load of dirty (or mildly suggestive in best case scenarios) remarks.

but then, he got kinda bored. and the dress she tried on was kinda really hot. so he slipped in that goddamn changing room, where mirrors were placed on all the walls and the bright lightning left no place for imagintion, and he looked at her like he could eat her. figuratively. literally.

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                                                                                 "I–” 

                  There she was, showing that weird sound on her phone again in an attempt to make him laugh. Wheein would probably never give up on doing that even though she said they wouldn’t be friends anymore. It was difficult to imagine seeing how bright of a person she was, and he wouldn’t lie, she was a fun person to have around. 

                   As always, Edgard had that serious expression painted over his face that some people wouldn’t even be scared of, but it soon vanished once hearing her words, letting a (small) smile curl the corners or his lips when looking at the much smaller female in front of him.

Inbox me a K-Pop group and I’ll tell you:

fan or not: Kinda. I don’t know them well

how long i’ve been a fan: I have known about them for like a year I want to say

the first song i heard by them: I honestly couldn’t tell you

my favourite song as of now: I don’t really have one

the first mv i saw: I have no idea

my favourite mv as of now: I don’t really know