#spdxjunhee

☠ for a threatening text

[Sent to: Junhee (￣。￣)][Sent at: 11:20pm]I cannot actually believe you.

[Sent to: Junhee (￣。￣)][Sent at: 11:21pm]I am undeniably tempted to walk to wherever you are right now and burn it to the floor

AU where Junhee and Leo are close friends

Leo had fallen asleep on his couch but had managed to wake up at the sound of his apartment door opening. He didn’t have any motivation to do much more then sit up and wait for the person to show themself. It had only been Junhee who had come to check up on him knowing he hadn’t been feeling very well the past few days and it seemed like he was getting worse from the look on her face. Also he felt like his whole body was on fire with seemed to be confirmed when she had commented about his appearance.

The message on he’d received on his phone had caused Mark to get straight up from where he was sat and rush straight to his room, scavenging through his draws and checking each shirt. He sighed, kicking his drawer shut and sitting down grumpily on his bed. Mark wasn’t quite sure how, or why he’d left his shirt- his favourite shirt- at Junhee’s, it was all a bit blurry but nevertheless that did hide his annoyance.

Begging wasn’t something Mark was fond of doing, nor something he’d ever really done before, however the shirt that had some how come into possession really was one of his favourites. He picked up his phone with another sigh, something he had been doing a lot often and attempted to beg for his shirt back.

It’s an impressive amount of effort, for sure.

Howon watches as Junhee dumps the last of her gifts onto his bedroom floor, seven baskets and three boxes in total, all filled to the brim with pink and red and white, lovey-dovey mushy-gushiness. "Wooooow.." He stares wide-eyed at it all, leaning forward to poke and prod until Junhee slaps his hands away because they’re her gifts, Howon, and he grins cheekily back at her because sometimes he can’t help himself, Junhee.

She digs through the first box and finds it filled with flower petals and paper cutout hearts, each with a handwritten message neatly in its center.Kind of sweet, but more kind of creepy.Junhee and Howon exchange looks.

The next two boxes are more of the same: tacky jewelry and dying flowers, and Junhee is about to give up on everything and just burn it all, but Howon pushes a basket towards her.

It’s the baskets that cause them both to perk up— chocolate and sweets and treats. Howon watches as Junhee’s face glows, lips pulled into a bright smile, and suddenly he’s not sure whether or not he should be jealous of Junhee (for the mouth-watering chocolate) or the secret admirer / stalker (for eliciting the smile).He blinks at the realization and Junhee notices his sudden quiet, asks him what’s wrong with him all of a sudden, and he stares at her, cheeks pink, and says, “If— you eat all of that chocolate by yourself, .. you’re going to get fat, so— you— better share with me.”

sooyeon’s not too sure how she met junhee, it’s all a blur at this point. she vaguely remembers lots of alcohol in her system, but everything else is a scattered mess. but what she is sure on — is the fact that they are polar opposites. whilst junhee is fun, sooyeon is lacking in it; the jung heir is frivolous and snarling — a mess of emotions.

He was just walking alongside the sudden rush of strangers from the subway when all of a sudden someone snaked their hands around his waist. Being groped inside the train is one thing that Jongup wants to dodge but actually still being touched like right outside the train was just being too much.

He snapped his head around and looked at the petite figure before him. When he was just expecting an old male with a perverted gaze on his butt or body, what he saw was completely different from it. It’s neither a guy nor an old one, but it was a youthful lass with a short hair, clothes quite different from the usual females that he sees out in the town.