#psych0pthic

Soojung.

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | no | maybeFavorite thing about them: “Our personalities match somewhat. It’s very amusing to be around someone with a similar air indifference.”Least favorite thing about them: “I’ve yet to discover.”

          This boy is so tall-- Kyungsoo is positive he’s 90% legs. And his face.. Ah, he looks like he’s from an anime, or one of those girly mangas where all the men are drawn to look like dream-boats. The tiny florist doesn’t realize how badly and obviously he’s staring until-- ‘Are you threatening me?’ What. Kyungsoo snaps out of it, the embarrassment clear on his face as he bustles back a step or two. “How? I-- Ah, I’m sorry!”

[ msg : Ed ] Your house smells like cherries and regret.

       a smile seemed to instantly fall on his lips when they landed on the other male, it was obvious that he was having some difficulties about moving around the table by his own, and yoongi couldn’t see why he shouldn’t be helping; and maybe throw in a little spite compliment, as he always did. ❝ do you need some help, handsome? ❞ asking with a brow raised higher than the opposite.

     It was obvious that the male was having a bit of difficulties with reaching a calm and steady breath, and out of assistance she softly patted his back even if it couldn’t help too much in the situation. “Just stay slow and steady, in and out. If you rush your breaths it’ll only make it a bit more difficult to get cooled down.” She hoped it hadn’t sounded too bossy, it was only in her best interest to help.

  There was no avoiding the mess displayed all over the floor; with a broken milk carton leaking, packets of once-wrapped food sprawled out, and not to mention the different yogurts splattered everywhere, the different flavours making a colourful mess. She had caught the entire scene go down, with the strange male just waltzing in and creating a mess. It was obvious that he had no remorse, the moment after his frustration had been oddly taken out in the aisle of a grocery store he was on his way, about to leave as if nothing had happened. Based on a first impression she could tell he wasn’t someone she’d usually socialize with, and after the event ended she hoped to never see that particular side again. Not letting him get away with the actions she followed him true the bustle of the aisle, quickly pulling onto the sleeve of his shirt. She knew he saw her previously, so she doubted that her presence would be a mystery to him. “Take responsibility.”