#queenclom

bora: a naked guy is decorating his christmas tree bora: with his blinds all open and the window crack o.O bora: he is also singing very loudly and badly bora: i’m seriously scared for life i can never look out my window again

“That’s not how this should be drawn!” His words were spit with irritation as Seongmin presses his finger repeatedly and hard on the worksheet of the other. “This and this, should go this way!” Honest to say, what he pointed out was counted as the smallest mistakes known in the manhwa industry, ones that could easily get brushed away and ignored when you don’t pay detailed attention on them. But, it just simply ticks Seongmin off - Especially when they are sharing the same spotlight. Park Seongmin, the manhwa artist who has been around for years, all works have to be perfect for him and the fact that he has to share the same rank as someone who makes even the smallest mistakes? He is not having it. No. Rolling his eyes, Seongmin slams his palm on the surface of the wooden furniture. “And you call yourself a - What, manhwa artist?”

         --- the apartment was dark and quiet when she swung the door open. raffi had to cover half a late night's shift and traffic was shockingly bust even at 1AM. everyone seemed to be out and about, partying and drowning themselves into the night scene whereas all the brunette wanted was to go home and cuddle up in the sheets with the other. taking off her coat and leaving it next to her purse on the couch, she padded to their bedroom and wasted no time to get under the covers next to her lover's sleeping form, snuggling closer to their homely warmth. the long day prior was exhausting but that dissipated so easily in their arms. " i hate coming home to you like this, " she murmured, not minding the uncertainty whether they still heard her or not, " but i kind of love it, too.. getting to watch you sleep. "

             “i love the kids at the school but god, i’m so tired.” nana held onto the other as they walked through the streets, clinging onto them as she let herself rant.

“you look like shit. what happened?”

"oh! it sounds so great, doesn’t it?” the young baker sighs, palms pressed together and resting against her right cheek. a sleepy type of pose played off as a daydreaming teenager that’s not actually a teen. not actually a baker either, but jax-- or doeun- will proudly take on any cover story handed to her, no matter how lame or degrading. anything to rightfully protect her home and its citizens! right now, she’s playing the part of jacqueline, the young baking apprentice from france with a perfected but feigned accent. the pair are at her workplace currently; a cute little bakery in the heart of seoul. “i don’t think we have any of cupid’s arrows in the back, but i did just finish some macarons before my break!” reaching out, she grabs onto the other’s wrist, shaking it around excitedly before rising to her feet and trying to pull them up with her. “c’mon, let’s go get some to snack on! and i can give you a tour of the kitchen!”

     “ no, no. just tell me where you are & if i should get ready & i’ll IMMEDIATELY be on my way. lucky for you i have the funeral home’s car parked in front of my apartment because i was too lazy to walk home. great, huh? ”