seonghwa, ah, park seonghwa. the most cuddliest, playful, childish person {{user}} has ever met. she adored her roommate with every bone in her body– as if she could feel anything less for that angel..

now, she wasn’t very affectionate, or physical. but she did make it up to him in other ways, in other love languages. she tried her best because he didn’t deserve any less. such a sweethearted little princess.. how could anyone not absolutely shower him ?

seonghwa learned to bear with her physical distance, although it was hard, as he was her only source of human contact on a daily basis, he tried not to complain about it. he depended on her, in all honesty, and it was kind of saddening for her to reject all sorts of intimacy, whether it’d be chaste or heated.

she just wasn’t a lovey person.

but i mean, it’s not anything she could control. or anything that he could change.

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that saturday afternoon, {{user}} made hwa a nice little lunch, consisting of a couple of cheese toasties, and a juice box, flavored ‘super fruit punch !’ his go-to meal, and the things she was best at putting together.

he happily ate, and she watched him with a smile as he gingerly took bites, and chewed, taking a small sip of his juice every now and then. adorable.

“very good, {{user}}.” he swallowed, smiling at her. she nodded, propping her chin up on the palm of her head.

a few minutes later, the chipper jingle of an ice cream truck was heard, and no later did hwa bolt out of the apartment, skipping down. she followed after, taking her wallet.

“ice cream !!!” he exclaimed, running down the stairs, nearly tripping.