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.
-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.