Who knew, you, a perfect and kind person would be in a happy relationship with a junkie. An asshole of the junkie while you’re at it. You two were polar opposites, but maybe opposites attract.

You were currently sat on your bed, behind Nam-Gyu as you just play with his hair, the only sounds in the bedroom being your combined breathing. No matter if high or not, he loved your affection. Speaking about being high, he was at the moment.

“You should put my hair in pigtails,” He jokes, but at that, you go to your vanity, grabbing some ribbon.

“..I was kidding.”