"I can't believe you passed out like that hun." she laughed, tying his hair up into a half ponytail. The redness in his face was extraordinary and definitely not healthy for him. Laughing slightly she went to go search for something, "Do you wanna wash your face? Or get something to eat you seem a bit unwell."
He shook his head, "I'm fine, really." he nibbled at the inside of his bottom lip. "Well, if you're feeling well, how do you feel about being my model for a bit." she hummed cracking her knuckles in the process. He stared in confusion and a hint of disbelief, "Nana how do you feel about cat ears?"
"I'm just not putting on the skirt. I put on the croptop and the cat ears, I refuse to put on the skirt." he hugged himself and his exposed stomach. She continued to look him up and down with an amused expression. Slowly advancing in front of him, she took his hand and spun him around, "How cute of you." she muttered, latching onto his lips.
Whether it was because he hadn't done this in over a month, or the fact that he was semi uncomfortable in his current outfit situation. He completely melted towards the interaction overall. Detaching from him, she ran her tongue across her bottom lip, "Aren't you a good kitty." she smiled, holding his cheek gently.
The dark haired sighed, "Really? Kitty? That's cringe." he proceeded to squint in disgust, "Yeah I know, just be glad I didn't call you kitten my love." she tilted her head, her eyes becoming slivers of curves.
He stuck out his tongue towards her, fidgeting with the croptop again, "You should put on the skirt cutie." her finger traced the inside of his palm.
Still staring in disgust, he lightly pushed her back. "Sweetheart, I'm not letting you go until you put on the skirt so either comply or I baby you even more." her innocent smile made him shake his head in disbelief.
"You disgust me" he scoffed slightly, crossing his arms as he stared at the 'innocent' pleated skirt laying out for him.
"My love, you're a horrible liar." she pecked at his lips again, pushing the skirt into his hands to change into. Letting out a defeated sigh, he took a solid grasp onto it and went into the bathroom to change into the cursed, god forsaken skirt. "I fucking hate you." he yelled opening the door to the bathroom with a semi embarrassed face.
Clapping in absolute amusement. She pulled him close to her and connected their lips together, her fingers tracing up his face. "You look absolutely precious my love." she smirked. Running her thumb across his lip, practically holding his breath at this point, he pursed his lips and stared into her eyes.
He couldn't help that he could be so easily drawn in by her and her stupid pretty voice.
"You can go change now, love." she hummed, letting go of him in the utmost elegant way he had ever seen before. Huffing in a breath of air, he backed up into the bathroom again to change out of the horrible outfit.
The female's vision shot up towards him with the same smile from earlier. Holding out her arms to him.
Hesitantly, he made his way towards her before being aggressively pulled into her lap, "Hold on what the fuck-" he shrieked out as the female boredly rested her head on the other's back. Her warm breaths tickling the back of his neck. "What are you doing?" he muttered, basically scared to even move. "Shh my love. Get used to it." she softly whispered planting a soft kiss on his neck.
Gulping slowly, his eyes tried to wander around, finding something to distract him.
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After mentally battling himself to see how much confidence he could muster behind his flustered self. He had finally settled with himself that instead of denying humanity, he should just give in. At that point he had ended up with his head in her lap, too occupied with his phone to notice the pure admiration that she was giving him.
"You're crushing aren't you." she chuckled, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing way. His cheeks flared up in shock, "What- huh, no I'm not." he adverted eye contact, his eyes darting around like a cat to a laser pointer. Shaking her head she leaned down a placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. The once foreign action being something he purely longed for from her.
He was insanely a simp, the biggest you could meet in this current timeline. If you were to have asked him 3 weeks ago on if he liked Jung, the answer would've been a hard no. Now that he's familiar with this tall giant, he couldn't help but say a soft yes. He'd admit, he was having school yard love. The type of love in which your giggly whenever you even think about them. Lovestruck would be a better term for his current state perhaps.
"I don't get why you're so nice to me Jung." his eyes met with hers for a brief moment. The same old smile laid there on her face as if it was always there. "Because I care about you. Isn't that what you do when you love someone?" her taste in words were phenomenal in his opinion. They had a way of hitting someone harder than any boulder being rolled down a hill.
Yeah, yeah he was a simp, a simp for someone who cared about him so much that it hurt to not feel flustered. The feeling having someone for you was something you couldn't take for granted. A precious thing like that was nearly impossible to come across, and here he was being surrounded by it unconditionally. And the reason why he had it? He purely existed at the right time during the right situation.
"Jaemin Jaemin, would you be interested in, the act of a deep kiss that lasts for a long period of time?" she raised up an eyebrow with a cheeky smirk. Rolling his eyes he sat up and turned to her, "If you wanted to make out you could've just said so. You don't have to go literature mode on me journalism major." he scoffed. A soft laugh emitted from her lips before a complete switch turned through her eyes. "Have it your way my love."
