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pshinhye replied to your post:"Hee, you should, I dunno... you should buy me...
"Buy me ramen, c`mon!" Shinhye then proceeded to pout up at the taller male, huffing out through her nostrils softly, in hopes to win him over with her cute charm.
He laughs softly at her and rolls his eyes. “Why does everyone try to act cute to get stuff with me?”
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pshinhye님이 포스트에 댓글을 남겼습니다.:[text]:Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going...
[ sms → yumyum ] Shit was hot, Yum. It hurt!
[text ] why are you calling me yum.
[text] MAYBE YOU DESERVED TO BE HURT
[text] did you do something bad in a past life
"Hee, you should, I dunno... you should buy me ramen, totally."
i should... what? -laughs loudly- where is your mind, lady?
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If he didn't know better he'd say it felt good to have so much sun on his skin. Bare feet pressed firmly to the charcoal colored rocks below him, a small palm reaching out for the females beside him to help steady not only her but him as well. “If I can be honest,” They continued their descend towards the bright waters, sloshing softly against the rocks and sand. “I don’t know how to swim all that well so, don’t play. Alright?” Though it wouldn’t exactly matter if he- well, died, again; he didn’t want to chance showing her something inhumane like that.
pshinhye :
Blinking once, ShinHye gave a light chuckle and waved toward the other. “Krys, hey! Nice to see you again, sweetie.”
Taking a few steps closer Soojung stopped at an arm's length of the other female for the purpose of personal space, a smile stretching out on her lips as she reached up to push back her hair more out of habit than anything else. ''It's nice to see you again too, unnie. It's been a while.'' It really has, she couldn't remember exactly when she had last seen the other female but she knew it was during the time when Shinhye and Jongsuk filmed for their drama and had Minhyuk and her visit them at the filming set. ''How have you been lately?''
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pshinhye:
"I-- yeah. That's surely what I meant." Shin Hye allowed herself to nod slowly, her eyes glazing over the other's attire, only to speak in a softer, more gentle voice than before. "You don't know who you're marrying... that surely is sad."
He blinked repeatedly, releasing his hold on any remaining befuddlement as he latched onto the topic, "Ayahh. Can you imagine it? I don't know if I forgot or if I ever knew. Maybe I wrote it somewhere on my arm-- ahh, is it on my face?" He pats around his face, dreading the moment when his fingers would come away with black ink.
It would become increasingly clear that he could easily talk himself into believing the babble that jumped from his mouth (if only for the delivery of what he thought as "perfect humour").
"I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel."
It could be considered almost comical the expression that slipped onto his features (an expression that stated his befuddlement). As though he weren’t exactly sure of the implication, he inclined his head every which way, placed his hands on his hips as he decided that what the other had said was meant to be some kind of pun.
“Is this a joke about me wearing all white? I didn’t like anything else in my closet.” He frowns down at his attire and picks at stray lint on the arm of his (very white) sweater– (much like the rest of what he was wearing which were, in fact, varying hues of the colour).
“I look like I’m about to be the best man at someone’s wedding. Maybe even the groom. Who am I marrying? I don’t even know. That’s so sad.”
