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Aw, thanks cutie. And yes, I'll make sure to pass it along.

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Did you- did you just-- 

rubs your face

yes… yes it did

:——)

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waterlemon-minki said: MASTURBATION MEANS PLAYING BALL WITH YOUR WOOHOO. MASTICATION MEANS TO CHEW, AS IN CHEW FOOD.

"Playing ball with your woohoo."

That's it. That made my night.

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HEY KIDS WANNA BUY SOME DRUGS

What do you have?

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MASTICATION IS NOT MASTURBATION

Do tell me the difference. 

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DO YOU FEEL IT POKING AT YOUR RIBS

I do, in fact, I feel it right now. 

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MY HEART IS ERECT FOR YOU

Oh really? 

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Kodaline - All I Want

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die a happy man I’m sure

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Glancing over at the area where the girl had pointed to, Chom puffed her cheeks and quietly made her way to the desk and chair. As she placed her jacket and other belongings on the flat surface, she sheepishly ran a hand through her hair, soon twirling the ends around her finger. Her back turned to the other, she immediately curved her neck to settle her gaze on the rack of clothing and table full of makeup that Naeun was talking about. "Huh? Oh yes, of course- Thank you." She nodded a few times and walked over to the cosmetics section, sitting down in front of the mirror, leaning her head on her hand. The only thing she did was play with the makeup brushes. She didn't want to put anything on yet until the stylist came, just in case she happened to mess up on something, causing her to start all over again.

Pursing her lips, she looked at the photographer’s reflection in the mirror and softly huffed. Things were too silent between the two of them. She wanted to bring up a conversation, but every time she opened her mouth to say something, nothing came out. Chom didn't like things to be too quiet, especially between two people. It created a low, aggravating buzzing in her ears and it bothered her greatly. She would have to hum or make noise for it to go away, but that was unlikely in this situation. Instead, she only hoped her stylist would come soon; it could ease up the awkwardness a bit. “So how are you, Naeun?" It was the first thing she thought of, but it was a start to something.

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She felt quite proud of herself for remembering someone’s name without the awkward introduction to come beforehand. Saves time and effort, so she’d like to think. There’s a brief chuckle escaping her pair of lips, they curve into a soft smile afterwards. Not wanting to make it seem quite awkward between one another. She met people, plenty of them and sometimes it never works as plan. Partially, she considers herself to be at fault for it most of the time. Due to the uninterested demeanor she portrays along her visage half the time.

"You can drop your things over there." Extending an arm out in order to point over to the direction where the desk was along with a chair. It drops within seconds before she glances over at the right corner of the room where they currently were, article of clothing and supplies of cosmetics were in display for the models to pick and play around. Or for the designer to choose for them. Naeun doesn’t pay attention to all that since it wasn’t her business nor interest either. "If you need to get ready, everything else is over there. The stylist should be coming to lend you a hand."

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For whatever we lose (a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.  - E.E. Cummings

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-hopes you are having a good day-

{`hopes you are having a good day as well`}

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Hearing the second pick up line the other girl had spat out, Chom snorted from amusement and threw her head back. "Not bad, not bad." As she nodded a couple of times and crossed her arms, she tugged the corner of her lips to form a rather broad smile. "Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?" She crinkled her nose after the realization that it probably sounded pretty stupid compared to what the girl had told her, but she raised a brow and smirked, patiently waiting for a reply.

An automatic smile swept her face hearing the compliment. Her lips formed an ‘o’, enjoying her moment just a bit. It wasn’t something she usually did, stopping people right then and there just so say something stupid but.. she wanted to this one time. “And your name.. let me guess, is it.. Mine?”, Bora spat out another line with a bigger grin from ear to ear than before. 

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Her fair skin became an immediate shade of light pink once she heard the other girl compliment her. Breaking out into laughter, Chom glanced down at the side walk and gently kicked her foot against the curb. “Oh, Irene. You’re ultra beautiful yourself. I've always admired your charm, you know.” She grinned widely and started to nibble on her bottom lip as a nervous habit. She didn't like to admit it, but she was right. Chom was always busy, and she couldn't help it at times. She felt bad enough, though; she really didn't want to leave an old friend for something she can easily make up for on another day. After all, who knows how long it will be until the two of them see each other again. "Oh dear, what are you talking about? I was already late before I stumbled into you, I can just postpone it to another time. I’d rather catch up on things with you instead." Chom nodded a few times to reassure the other. "What time do you have to go back to work? Maybe we can get something to eat in the meantime?"

Irene’s eyes were focused on Chom’s hand as she saw the phone being taken out to check the time. She knew the other girl was in a rush to be somewhere, so she nodded to herself a couple of times in understanding. “Oh Chom, look at yourself. You’re an ulzzang, isn’t that just great? Everyone else wants to have a face like yours. You’re ultra beautiful.” Irene’s lips curled into a faint smile. Complimenting people was always nice, as long as they didn’t become cocky as a result. She was as smooth as ever. “Ah, is that so? I can say that your schedules are similar to mine.. but I’m actually on break right now so I thought of getting lunch. Most likely alone, because you seem to be busy as we speak.” She chuckled sheepishly, feeling bad that she might make the other late to the location they planned to be at. “I have been well, as stated before. The café is where I am usually, so if you are ever free.. which appears to be rare, please do stop by. I’ll treat you with a free cup of coffee.” She reached out to pat the other’s shoulder, sighing in delight. “I’m guessing you have another photoshoot to head to. I don’t want to waste your time any longer, so I hope we speak again soon dear. Don’t overwork yourself.”

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As she slightly bowed to the other, her hands that were once pressed against her thighs were now rubbing the nape of her neck in tenseness. Her shoulders were up stiff, and trying to relax only made matters worse. Sheepishly smiling, she slowly made her way inside the building and let a faint sigh escape her lips. She still couldn't believe she was doing this. After all, whenever her parents told her to stay away from strangers, she obeyed. But he wasn't technically a stranger now, was he? They both knew each other’s names, and he was inviting her inside his dorm to eat pizza. Shrugging her shoulders, she waited by the entrance for him and clicked her tongue. "Oh, don't worry, you didn't. I was actually hoping for something to lift my spirits and take me out of my boredom-- so thanks."

"Chomi, she’s Chomi," he nodded along as if it’s in realization and with an easygoing smile, he stepped aside and bowed to her. Though he was just as nervous as her, Seungyoon wasn’t allowing his anxiousness to surface in any way whatsoever. When he stepped aside for her to enter, he gestured ahead of himself and further into the house to welcome her inside. "It’s nice to meet you. Hey, I hope I wasn’t interrupting you in the middle of anything when I texted you." 

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Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.

Yoko Ono, 1977  (via bl-ossomed)