#soohyks

“I do,” he admits, sheepish smile upon his lips. “I am almost entirely sure that it does not make the elevator go faster, but it kind of makes me feel like it does.”

{ sms : 이수혁. }:╞ oooh, oppa, oppa, oppa ~{ sms : 이수혁. }: ╞ since you asked oh so nicely, sure.~

[ ` her expression forms one of faux surprise, mouth forming an ‘o’ at his sudden revelation. ] My beloved sunglasses? Which pair would those be, huh? Not my golden Chanel ones, right? Those are my go-to accessory. [ ` clicking her tongue, Chaerin tilts her head, crossing her arms neatly across her chest. ] I suppose we are even, for now. Until I get my long awaited revenge... 

Aw, thank you oppa! Does this mean that you and I have to be twenty centimeters away too? {`tilts her head slightly.}

now that he was done reflecting on his whole life, a wink shakes off the pondering and he remembers he was with company. he hears a soft chuckle, not sure if it was from the other male or if he was hallucinating at this point. “yo, but forreal. i’ve posed for an apparel once. you think even if i’m not skinny, i can be a model somewhere?” he asks, as if a ‘yes’ was possible for an answer. “they could use my hands,” scratch that. his was ugly and full of callous. “...nah. but anything, really.” he rubs on his nape. he was just desperate.

{’ he says it to nonchalantly, with his facial features barely moving and just appearing solemn that it catches her off-guard; it doesn’t help that it takes the words to settle in with her a few seconds too long, a few seconds that she spends just giving him a confused, wide-eyed stare, before she suddenly laughs when she realises it’s a joke--or is it? } The poor guitar... what kind of torture did it experience, ah! Was it... {’ whispers loudly, trying to appear as if she’s playing along } ..peer pressure?!