#sojiero

You wish you were that cat, unnie. Let’s be real here.

It’s not important, it’s pointless. None of these are mutually exclusive, for me having to choose between them. The only mutually exclusive thing between Jiji and anything, is Jiji and my balcony...

How would you rather be rejected: by being unfollowed or blocked.

No way. But I’d definitely sniff my own if I could reach it! — That was a joke. 

...Thanks.

헐. Of course you would pick this one, out of all the possibilities. Are you going to mock me if I tell you that I haven’t ever really been turned down? Not when it comes to important things and people, anyway. And I’m not saying it just because I’m a narcissist. I suppose I’m just a lucky, pampered man like this. Whenever I ask for or pursue something--or someone--I usually end up getting it or them. Sometimes it’s not easy, sometimes it requires some work, odd ways and a bit (or a lot) of insistence, but the outcome is usually here. I’d like to think that it’s because I’m being generally reasonable when it comes to my life, needs and desires. Sure, I have some idealistic long-term goals and wishes, but when it’s here and now, I try to be realistic and go for things I know are within my reach--or just a little farther than it.

「🌸 」- “It’s so tiring trying to be confident when competing with so many talented rappers.” The briefest whine passed her lips.  

Even the stitches forming at her sides didn’t seem to be of much help to silence the laughter which essentially tipped her all the way down until she was on the ground. The ice cream the two shared was left forgotten in the back of her mind for some time, too caught up in the image which had automatically formed in her head. Situations like the one described by Sojin were ripped out of cartoons so naturally, Hyorin’s imagination went wild, perhaps too much for how the event truly happened. Whatever the case, she has an arm thrown over her stomach, clutching at it while almost pressing her face into the carpet but at least the fit was slowly reaching its end. “No way! No, that can’t be, unnie—! You’ve got to be joking, oh my god.” With much difficulty and vision blurred from the tears formed, she slowly pulls up even if the strength in her arms was no longer there, making the task more difficult than it should have been. “So how did you manage to get away from it, unnie? I didn’t mean to laugh like that but I swear—that sounds both funny and painful!”