"B-but Daehwi....I'm not cold....I'm just scared"
Bae Jinyoung, the rumored to be "Cold Guy".
Lee Daehwi, the popular, friendly social butterfly.
Both hiding secrets bigger than their existence.
Both overwhelmed by the power of social judgments arou...
How are we almost at chapter 20? This is moving too fast I can't-
In case you don't know, I've drafted out the entire story and it approximately has about 40 chapters soo were halfway through already and I cant believe it O-O
Btw
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Boy I don't know if that's a fake earring or not but goddamn it looks soo good I'm in love with it. I already fell in love with Jihoon's piercing during L.O.V.E and by now it's evident how much I love side-ear piercings, but this one just got me by storm.
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J-Just look at it 😩😩😩
It was a Thursday evening and once again, Jinyoung's parents were out, leaving him home alone. On a normal day, he would have called Daehwi over (huhu piercing boy, ok sorry, I'll go now bye) but it turns out that the younger was busy.
Jinyoung's parents were leaving the house a lot lately, which seemed a little off but he really didn't care much about it. There was only one thing in his mind that was really worrying him. It had been 2 days since he and Daehwi had started officially dating and so far, it was all normal. Obviously they couldn't be affectionate and all that in school, for obvious reasons but still nothing was happening. If Jinyoung was going to be honest, it was all a little boring.
He called Samuel over but it turns out that the guy was too busy to come as well; apparently he was hanging out with Jisoo. Not knowing what to do, Jinyoung flopped back on to his bed, boredom taking over him.
"Ahh~ what do I do???"
"Good evening, Baejin"
"Gah!" Jinyoung exclaimed, falling off his bed and landing on his butt on the floor, looking wildly around him for the source of the voice.
