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boof boof

oof.

I usually don't understand why people get happy....It's confusing

Are you alright?

rubs his face

Meow

miau miau

I'm quite alright.. just a bit sleepy, and you?

how are you, youngbin?
/salutes two fingers at you

when he's hot and bothered by your moles.

*waves at everyone* hey!

I spot people, hello.

oh. yawns. i guess so? eh

you're cute--like a puppy or something.

squints to adjust his sight. wha

how cute.

rubs his eyes

@p. yuri /aviators set atop his chocolate regalia that frames his face and spiteful, plush tiers--the lower of which pierced by his canine in agitation--as well as a cream tie, ivory dress shirt, and navy suit and jacket to match, his leather briefcase being tossed to the side of the doorframe the moment his eyes catch sight of yuri, making swift pursuit of the figure before he hides himself away into the faceless bodies milling about the room; wordlessly, he seizes his wrist, dragging him away to a private room as any kind of plea the other makes falls upon his deaf ears. once safe behind a locked door, jinyoung promptly fishes out a white envelope from the inside of his jacket pocket, an obviously thick sum held within. the few requirements this job requires, and yet you're unable to hide those damned moles appropriately? /releasing an exasperated sigh, he looms closer over the other's figure, pinning him against the wall as he closes nearly every centimeter between them, his palm preventing any means of escape as the other snakes around his side, slipping the envelope into his back pocket, making an excuse to fondle his cheek. i've had such a stressful day. you had better do your job properly.

Hmmmmm okay.

more than him.

how many do you have?

because he doesn’t have as many followers as my instagram.

why poor baby yuri?

poor baby yuri.

What kind of pictures? Can I see them?
*frowns when you stop scrolling and covers my kitty ears*
Heyyy~

just scrolling through some pictures /puts my phone down to boop your kitty ear/

*plops down on the floor right next to the couch* whaaat are you doing?

lays on the couch and scrolls through my instagram

@k. boa jaewon briefly glanced at the bartender then at the mysterious woman sat beside him - he didn't really understand the dynamics of this club so he didn't find any point in arguing the partnered ownership. but whatever she was, she was interesting to say the least and her attempt successfully caught his attention. his focus fell back to his caramel-colored drink, elevated to take another sip, an inch closer to his muddling hangover that he's ecstatic to overcome in the morning. his eyes glided towards her as a smirk and a chuckle softened up his features. "really? i prefer being alone anyway." his tone gloomy, contrary, to his grin lifting up the edges of his lips. he laid a fist against his jaw as he turned towards her, "why? what did you have in mind later?" he questioned with a faint grin. frankly, he thought it was rather charming having his drinks paid for him but was there something she was secretly implying?

*takes a few steps back from Ten, keeping my clipboard pressed against my chest*
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