#minhyunchoi

Indigo couldn’t help snort at the male’s words. She rolled her eyes as her hands traveled through her golden locks, arms crossing over her chest. “Nobody’s starting anything. I simply gave criticism to something you called me in to help you with. You don’t take it constructively…” She paused, shrugging her shoulders. “Then oh well. That’s your problem, honey, not mine.” Despite the emotion she heard in his voice before, hers was completely void of any feelings whatsoever. Her words were blank and nonchalant. “But that’s what happens when you request assistance from someone. They put in their input. If you’re not gonna be able to deal with mine, then this isn’t gonna work then, hm?” Indigo tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, letting out a small sigh as she looked around. “So, is this done,” she motioned to him and the negative body language she was perceiving, “or can we continue on because I think it could get somewhere. But, that’s up to you. Just decide now because I can go get myself something to eat instead.” 

[ txt ] Your confort words help me a lot. Really. [ txt ] There’s no much time left. I’ve been here for a year already. [ txt ] Would you come? That sounds fantastic! Please come! I’ll be happy to meet you!

“well. it usually helps yes. and my name is aya. ueto aya. and yours?” she smiled back at him.

good luck in life, bitch.

The sound of laughter and chat was muted through the tall walls and thick wooden doors - the atmosphere a little quieter out here in the lobby, with only one or two taking a breather by an open door leading out into the hotel’s gardens. Jessica watched a couple or two amble through the darkening evening through a break in one of the rose bushes, her head cocking to the side as she fell into thought. She wondered how long she’d have to wait - surely the client would recognise her from her profile photo from the agency. 

Who the hell is Namjoo?? He felt like he was in a really bad, cringe worthy, too-hungry-for- ratings  K drama.  But he wasn’t wearing the obligatory wig to compliment the idea , and was clad in his hometown’s logo from the waist down. So, he gawks beneath furrowed brows, eyes far too wide for his own good as he all but rolls off the bed and crashes to the ground. “Yah!“ He echos, with a spike in pitch that betrays his nervousness.  “What are you doing  thinking about a wedding I haven’t consented too? Huh...? This is crazy!”

Pursing his lips, he glanced up, flashing a small smile, “Not as cool as you seem, tall person. It’s nice to meet you! I’m Taemin, yes.”