because they get written out of the blue, and then I’m like ‘whut? no…’
Khun gaped. Junho and Chansung blinked. Emma grinned when Khun frowned and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t know when exactly it began that he started calling Emma to whine about this and that… it must’ve been in the late 1960’s when Chansung spent years in Vietnam all alone, but either way it was supposed to be a secret.
“I hate you,” he grumbled. Emma giggled sticking out her tongue at him.
… i have no idea… let’s not get all fluffy and bubbly… ugh…