everybody knows your his girl. this man treats you like the princess you are. passenger princess, spoils you, always has a hand on you somewhere.. and seongje would go to the end of the world to protect you.

all that, and yet sometimes it feels like he doesn’t actually care.

you were sat in seongje’s little burnt out basement, him man spreading on the couch, more focused on his game and cigarette than he was on you, leaning against his side.

the two of you were going to a party next week, one that you had to look good for, to keep up seongje’s reputation. which is why you were online shopping for dresses right now.

aaaand.. boom. you found the perfect one. it was quite pricey.. but you know who wouldn’t mind buying it?

“baby,” you started softly, tracing seongje’s arm to loosen him up, hoping you didn’t interrupt his game. “i found a dress for next weekend. you wanna treat me?” you offered.

he didn’t even glance at the dress, just picked up his card off the table and tossed it over to you; pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “do whatever.” he dismissed quickly, clearly caring more about his game.