#kvngchuls

“Oh!” Eunha stopped, stumbling slightly at the sudden words. She looked in front of her, staring at the manhole cover that had been left beside the open manhole, with no warning or blockage around it whatsoever. The volunteer placed a hand over her heart, slightly shocked from the thought of falling down there. “Thank you. . .” She turn to the stranger, smiling slightly.

[sms] who are y’callin’ a noob? [sms] m’not even makin’ the plans but ima cancel them unless y’take it back. [sms] :)

She squinted as she looks at the older male, her arms crossing almost immediately when she released a small huff. “Stop attacking me!” she was kidding, and both of them knew that. She was one to give snappy remarks when she was proved wrong and when interrogated by it. it’s almost like a defense mechanism. “It’s not my fault okay, i really really, genuinely, honestly, truly, thought that the harp was called a harmonica, okay-- let me live! I don’t even know how to play both instruments...” she grimaced, due to the feeling of exposing herself.

She nods her head and pays for the drinks. As she gives the cashier her bank card she turns to her friend. “Kang Chul. It’s fine. You’re lucky I own three tattoo shops and I’m really well off, imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t so popular,” she smirks. “But sure, Thursday it is! I’ll keep you on that one. How have you been?” 

Thanks bro. 😁 

The man’s talking the truth, that damn product indeed is making his skin turn grey-ish. WIth a serious expression, Miran reaches past the male for a wipe, pulling the damp object out of its box. Her slender fingers curl into the smooth fabric and the student grabs onto the male’s chin, wishing to keep his head in place while she would carefully rub the cream off his skin, in slow and circular motions, starting from the softest and plumpest part of his cheek, only then to have the wipe slide upwards to the thin layer of skin covering his prominent cheekbone. So damn tall. « You sure as hell should stop experimenting new products. » she utters, her voice soft, much like her gaze, as she focuses on her current task. « You can sponsor me, if you don’t know how to wisely spend your money. »

“a good kind of different? how so?” she raises an eyebrow. “that’s somethin’ i’ve heard often. but, t’me, it’s uh. the only good ting about me, i guess?” she laughs, throwing her head back before clearing her throat. “anyways.. i ‘preciate it. that y’notice.. the difference that i so-ca have. am i different just in general? or just.. between girls? ‘cos i know men are dicks. jokes.” she rubs at the nape of her neck, rolling it in a clockwise direction. “this is just.. very intriguin’ t’me. how’d y’feel if someone told this to ya? iunno. people think about me an’ think of somethin’. guess it’s just.. maybe i’m just impressed since most things don’t impress me.”

Her head turns to look over at her friend, “What?” She couldn’t believe him. Maybe because he didn’t understand her terminology or interests in the beauty market, but it still upset the female. “Chul, when you order something that’s worth $60 and it comes in shattered like this, it’s upsetting... I was really looking forward to this and the fact that I blew off $60, makes me mad.”