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Plantilla —🌴

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Png de @ssdprii

El plantilla esta completamente creada y hecha por mi. No se permiten copias ni adaptaciones, tampoco se permite robarla o hacerla pasar por suya, Ni tapar o quitar la marca de agua

The problem with blind boxes was that they were not supposed to look accusing. They were supposed to sit there. Harmless. Colorful. Tiny cardboard squares of manufactured probability, stacked neatly under too much fluorescent lighting with cartoon faces printed bright enough to suggest innocence. The kind of innocent that asked for money first and then with consequences later. The kind of innocent that made perfectly grown adults stand in the middle of a store trying to pretend they had not already watched three unboxing videos before coming here.

The man standing before them now had absolutely not done any of that.

Unfortunately, the unknown had its own kind of thrill.

❝ Hmm. Last one. ❞

A murmur under breath.

Ears turning warm.

What a bunch of traitors.

A last box remains on the shelf, strategically tucked slightly behind the display sample, glossy corner catching light every time the automatic door opens. Plastic keychains swaying near the shoulder. A row of tiny figurines staring forward with bright, soulless patience, waiting for whichever potential adoptive parent the great RNG of Pop Mart had decided to humiliate next. Then another hand appears, elegant, familiar. Too pretty and alarmingly well-manicured for war, which somehow made this whole situation worse.

❝ ...Please don't tell me you're here for the same one. ❞

Words coming out low, muffled slightly behind the mask, polite enough to pass as casual and dry enough to expose someone who had already accepted defeat in at least its first three emotional stages. Thumb pressing once against the seam inside the trouser pocket. Once. Twice. Smallest rhythm. Body already doing what the face refused to admit.

❝ Because that would be very unfortunate.... ❞

A pause.

Hannam-dong, Seoul

❝ ⸻WONYBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE! ❞

The door had barely even has the time to unlock before a delightful squeal emerges, utterly familiar, still soft yet brimming with an impatient need as it curls in the cadence of those three syllables. Absolutely wasn't going to apologize for it, the way the name stretches like her lips have been personally suffering all day.

The anticipation for this night had been holding its breath, waiting for this very moment...

The long overdue reunion.

The critically necessary emergency debrief.

The highly sacred ceremony of wine, silk pajamas slutty yet tasteful lingerie and brutally honest podcast worthy heart-to-heart talks.

Extremely fond endearment immediately dissolving into laughter as that elegant silhouette appears, that particular goddess-like glow tracing around her, framed, as if the universe itself is announcing—'here, this is your partner in crime for tonight.' Not hesitating for even a second, decisive arms slipping around Wonyoung, pulling closer, soft cheek brushing against those healthy locks of dark hair. A firm embrace that's lingering, long enough to declare how long it's been since the last time.