» slow

5 hours later and I’m finally getting energy

why am I still so tired

faceplants

then good thing--i need my eyes to see in the afterlife.
he shakes his head, his laughter soft before he noted the way the other's gaze lowered. a brow raising up at him before he cleared his throat.
what kind of tip?

I would but I am blood connoisseur, not an eyeballs aficionado, darling.
-he bantered, his chuckle a baritone rumble. his crimson orbs look down then back up.
I won't object if you'd like to tip.

then i think by the end of the night, you will have my eyes rolling out of it's sockets.
but very well, a peck on the cheek it is for your food.
he returns, lips pulling into a smile whilst he trailed after you. fingers squeezing your hand in his own.

eye rolling already? I haven't even begun yet, taeyeob.
-he remarked dryly, leading you towards the door.
I will cook. the price would be a peck on the cheek.
deal?

he chuckles, shaking his head as he rolls his eyes.
i can decline your invitation to dinner still, soohyuk hyung.
he teased, playfully nudging you to the side.
i mean it, cook for me.

-raises a brow.
were you the one who wasn't serious, hmm?
-runs his thumb over your knuckles.

he kind of... stares at you like you're crazy. but he takes your hand anyways with a low hum.
cook for me. i'm not that fancy.

-holds out his hand.
shall we then?

fancy dinner, or something more intimate like cooking for you, hmm?

i'm free... well- now?

oh-

of course. I am pretty obedient.

... wait seriously?

alright, pretty one. let me know when you're free.

....
snorts before he brushes your hands away with a roll of his eyes.
okay, mr. sweet talker. take me out to dinner first

.

just kidding

-he dodges your hand, almost instinctively. a smirk on his lips as he squishes your face in between his cold palms.
what if I were to say that your presence is electrifying? your ethereal beauty gives me goosebumps.

snorts, swatting your hand away with a roll of his eyes.
power bank? i am not made of electricity!

ahaha, I am sorry.
-tickles under your chin.

then power bank?

truce... but don't call me pocket sized. hmph.

truce?

wrinkles nose and takes the candy ig

-offers a candy as peace offering.

...

I guess I can do well with a pocket-sized fun

I prefer if you were salty