❛ I suppose we can go shopping but only because I don’t want to make you sad by saying no. ❜            

          ❛ What did I tell you about this.. I didn’t need you to follow me.. ❜            

Wonho hasn’t noticed that he was being stared at — a small sound leaving his lips of acknowledgment when he realized, shoulders tensing slightly before he realized they probably didn’t mean any harm to him. ❝ Sorry, did you need something from me? ❞ Wonho had looked up from his laptop at the person standing before him, a small sound leaving his lips — he was looking at him, a small smile and then he was trying to be polite, moving over to offer a seat for them, letting them sit with him if needed since they were in a packed cafe that night.

He sighed softly before biting his lips to keep himself from making a snarky comment about the person in front of him, letting out an over exaggerated gag. " You just spilt something all over yourself, you know.. "

⋮ ‧˚꒰🍋‍🟩꒱༘⋆ Wonho’s hands were on her waist tenderly holding her as he pounds into her, hearing her call for him — looking up as he paused his motion, using the mirror to look into yaya’s gaze.            ❛ Is daddy moving too fast, and harsh yaya? Do I need to stop… ❜            Wonho’s voice came out raspy as he tried to get yaya to speak about whether she was comfy or not, hands gently stroking up and down her sides while he resumed his motions but slowly, moving softly, leaning down to kiss her neck, yaya’s gaze on the mirror as their eyes stayed locked the whole time. Her hole was leaking and he knew it was his fault, however Wonho wasn’t done with her yet — they were having way too much fun, helping her shift her weight so that Wonho wouldn’t have to worry about her tipping over midway through their third round.

✧. He let out a soft shy sound as he sat at the table of the cafe by himself, trying to figure out who he could ask for help without the fear of being judged even for just doing something as simple as asking for help, his fingers clung together as he fiddled with them, anxiety spiking but he ended up choosing to not get help , since he didn’t want to feel like a bother anyways , a soft exhaling sound leaving his lips as he continued to look anxious. Pausing when someone came up to him. ❝ Can I help.. you, sir? ❞ Wonho asked shyly — a small tremble leaving his body from anxiety.

" Oh jas, come on you have to get up. Don’t pout at me.. let me see your pretty face. "