she seemed to have ignored all his attempts at giving her a signal. she was going on about something – he was far too distracted by the sudden urges he was experiencing to actually know she was talking about this time. his eyes were automatically drawn to her lips and he has to physically hold himself back. it lasted for a good few minutes but then he was back to where he started. she kept talking and he kept idly nodding his head at the sound of her voice. finally, when he couldn’t restrain himself any further, he leaned down due to their height difference and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. and for the first time in several minutes, she finally quieted down. 

he takes a couple steps forward until he's standing in front of her. the back of his fingers slide across her cheek, swiping off the bits of flour present. he then raises his hand to comb through a few of her now white strands of hair, attempting to clean off whatever's remaining. ❝ i think you need a bath. i'll go run water for you and then i'll clean this up. okay? ❞

              A hiding place is not most likely to appear easily in real life. Even horror movies suggested that unless you are in great commitment with faith, you most likely won't survive a ghost attack.               To actually thought horror movies as an example made Yoonhoo chuckles to himself, smiling despite the strict of his situation. He is in chase, obviously. A bunch of goons looking after him and probably scheme to break his bones for good.                      ❝ I killed no one -- sh! ❞             He covers her mouth instantly as he notice one of the men looking around the vicinity. He uses a newspaper he found earlier to cover their faces.  ❝ I'm pretty sure it's my funeral you're going to visit if they caught me so keep quiet ❞

( whoooooa, hey girl, you come 'round here often? insert typical flirty boy face here. you're a cutie && of course i enjoy writing with you and your character!! their relationship is interesting so yessss. thank you!!

    She found herself staring at the ethereal quiet the entire time. How long had she been there? An hour? Probably even more than that for it had been a long while since she had relished in that kind of eerie tranquility. Hongdae was just too full of the younger, rebellious crowd along with indie bands that played in every corner of the hip town. Sophia took in a deep sigh and was about to eat the kimbap that she had prepared for her little, recreated spa session before it slipped out of her dead cold hands and onto the sidewalk that was under her feet. "Oh..."