[ it's not my problem you can't get laid. she backspaces. mulls it over. inevitably deletes the (obvious) provocation. not for eunhyuk's sake, but her own. something in his approach feels like a concussive strike that renders her dizzy with inexplicable nausea. ]
wow. you must think you're pretty special. i don't talk about you at all.
no subject
wow. you must think you're pretty special.
i don't talk about you at all.