#seokmin.

Buscar al señor Krill, Alasia piensa, no debería ser tan difícil. Pero en los últimos diez minutos les han dado tres direcciones diferentes que ya no sabe si deben o no aventurarse a caminar dos calles hacia la derecha en la siguiente esquina. Suspirando, con las ideas sin parar en su mente, se voltea a su dupla. "¿Crees que tal vez el señor Krill se está escondiendo de nosotros?" A pesar de su pensamiento inicial, sus pasos la llevan por la dirección que les señalaron. "Si nos ha costado encontrarlo, solo puedo imaginar lo difícil que será armar un anzuelo" ── @cseokmin

       “hm.” seokmin let the single phrase drag out in thought, like he truly needed to think it over. “the second one — massage for massage. me first, of course.” it was said with a teasing tilt to his voice, and there was a smile to match. said smile didn’t go anywhere as his body turned a little more towards his friend, though moments after that he was coming to his feet. they had ice cream to obtain, after all. “and we can sit inside. take a little break from this crazy sun.” a hand was offered to help ash up, brow cocking as he did. “if they don’t have black raspberry today i might cry, you know. are you prepared for that? to have to comfort me in my time of need?”

( text ): i’m so sorry ( text ): please don’t be mad ( text ): can i call you?

       “why are we even here — lets just go.” did seokmin even have to explain himself? wanting to be able to freely talk, instead of having hushed whispers in the bathroom (as if that isn’t just asking for a mess). “come on, this is risky.”