#sseui

Hearing the older female’s words he had to stop for a second. Maybe she was right, maybe he had gone into it too deep and it might give it’s bad results in the nearest future. “I guess it’s not like I don’t want to. The routine of my daily schedule got me to the point it’s normal for me to work in this pace. Does it really look that bad?” He looked at her, letting out a sheepish smile that spread upon his lips. The brunette surely felt some kind of embarrassment at the moment, being told off by a stranger wasn’t one of the nicest things on earth but definitely got him back on earth quickly enough. “This sick pressure of perfectness at everything is hitting us all these days so we practice until the last breath.” He admitted, taking a small tissue in his hand just to wipe his forehead quite carefully just to keep his make up in the same state as it was before. 

— ❝Well, I most certainly could, but I think you’re rather asking me if I’m willing to, aren’t you? ❞ the male asked with a playful air to his tone, a quiet snicker escaping past lips before he gave a nod to confirm her request. ❝Is there any story you would like to hear that will help you sleep better? I know plenty that I could tell to you.❞

[ ✉  ➝ mama seul ] And what about you?

The squint of his small eyes seized as it gradually returned to it’s normal size. Whilst raised his head to it’s norm as well, after narrowing his attention to the female. He could read in her face that she was indeed worried about him. Albeit Jaerim could not point out why it’s deeper than it should be. “Why would you think I am dead? I’ve been gone in 2 weeks and you thought of that? Genius.”

Message sent, phone stashed in his pocket. Myungsoo doesn’t wait for her to respond, he doesn’t care for whatever she has to say. He’s the owner of the jacket, and as the owner, he was going to pick it up whether she gave him permission or not. Stepping around the desk, the pads of his fingers brush along the surface as he proceeds toward the exit of his home. It takes him no longer than two minutes, a spare jacket fetched on the way out. Night has befallen the city; it’s his favorite time of day.

[ SMS ] Or both.

He grins, his nose crinkling up playfully when she pokes it-- and he tugs her into a tight hug, nosing his face against her shoulder. “How could I not know it was you? It was so obvious.

[ SMS ] I told you to slow down, didn’t I?