#we need a thread

What the fuck were you thinking? (Or, by far the most obvious choice)

Are you incredibly stupid? What if you—

How did you—

Why?

But Gunwoo’s never been good at tying up the ends of his thoughts, so why seems like a convenient choice. It fills in all the gaps on its own, giving voice to everything left unsaid so Gunwoo doesn’t have to. Instead, to him, it sounds a lot more like—why would you do that for me? Why do you care? 

Rather, do you have a death wish?

I do. I don’t. I do. Or, not anymore, at least. You don’t have to worry about losing me. You couldn’t get rid of me as easily even if you tried. 

And, well. She’s just saved his goddamn life. He might as well show a little gratitude.

(So, thanks, I guess.) 

(Never mind that she’s the one paying for him and watching him stuff fries into his mouth. Or the fact that they make quite an odd pair, in this shitty diner at 3AM, scraped and dirty and bruised. Or that he’ll probably retort later and indignantly insist that I played a role in this too!)

Either way, he can’t complain.

But when the table’s inevitably cleared the air hangs heavy with the implication of something intangible involving feelings and Gunwoo hates it. Naturally, he’s barely armed with any words, and instinct tells him to flee.

(But I’m a werewolf, and you’re—) 

Trust trust trust. Shut the fuck up, Gunwoo. Fight for what you want this time. (How about my fucking friend, for once?) 

After all, he’s always fallen head first, eyes open, into unfamiliar dangerous territory. He supposes that this time, it’s no different.

Don't be so fucking blindsided.

Nevermind if but Can’t promise you much, but. I’ll try. Kinda. Maybe. For you, this time. (Don’t bank on it.)

“Okay, Seongie. Let’s talk.” 

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

"You okay over there, man?"

"Uh...yeah?  I need another fuckin' drink..."

The next morning Ash woke up and walked over to her mirror, as she usually did when getting ready. She blinked a few times, after she saw her reflection, slowly backing away from the mirror when she decided she did actually have pink hair.

       ”WHAT. THE. F U C K- ANTHONY EDWARD STARK GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE N O W” the demon growled, obviously angered by the change of style.