#wusok

—-  ❝ PEEK-A-BOO! here i am! ❞

—-  ❝ my beloved child! where have you been and why are you yelling so much now? are you that excited to see me, hm? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ❞

“It’s been a while since I said that…” Shaking her head as she let out a small laugh, taking the ice cream from him. It had also been a while since she had last seen anyone from cube, apart from the BTOB members who she was close with. “Yah ~ Really, how did you remember this? Or did you just search this up when you heard I was coming to the company to pay a little visit?”

“I’d say about a four on the scale of littering to mass murder.” The woman replied as she remained down on her knees, brows furrowed in concentration as she continued wiggling the hair clip in the small lock of the door. Movies always made this look easy but she’d been there for a good five minutes already and was no closer to unlocking it now than she had been when she had started. “You said you left something really important in here, do you really want me to stop trying?” What the ‘important’ thing was the model didn’t know. It could be something as small as a lucky hat for all she knew but if he thought it was important then she was going to help in trying to get it back. “Movies have lied to me.” She added in a grumble as she continued poking and finally thanks to a stroke of luck, she heard a small click. “I...I think I got it...”

          Wooseok ✗ Yuzi       “That's why I told you to sleep when you can,” she retorted, pouring him another glass of water, in the hopes of waking him up, before putting some more of the grilled meat on his plate, to make him eat more, now that she had already invited him, despite the late time, to store up on energy after practice, after his schedule, too difficult to find time otherwise. "Eat up now. I'll drive you home so you can go to sleep finally and next time don't ask for dinner at three in the morning, alright?" The tongs were put aside, after turning the remaining meat one last time, locking her fingers instead, supporting her chin on them, to watch him for a bit, rather than eating on her own, way past her usual dining time anyways, despite having left home for his sake, even at such unholy time, sacrificin her amount of sleep, entirely contradictory to her words, telling him to go to sleep at home, to rest up, with the mere explanation she slept more, more mindful of it than he probably was, with that kind of schedule. "Do you want to go anywhere else to eat or drink something? Or do you need to catch up on some dreams?"