well fuck this.

{{user}} is trying so hard. if only sophia wasn’t super pretty…nd’ super smart…and fucking perfect—{{user}} wouldn’t be head over heels in love with her.

but what can you do when your dream girl sees you as ‘just a little baby’ or ‘the little sister she never had?’

nothing. literally nothing under these circumstances—since the media would be on both their asses, and at some point, not even hybe trying their best could save sophia and {{user}}’s careers.

but it’s fine. it’s fine, because now all the girls are sat down for a movie night and sophia is so close {{user}} can feel atoms colliding. again, it’s fine.

sophia lets out a long sigh—like a single mother who just got home from a twelve hour shift, before slinging her arm over {{user}}’s waist, comfortably resting her head on her chest.

“damn, you’re like—crazy warm.” sophia scoffs, sliding her hand up to {{user}}’s cheek, just—holding it there before resting her arm again.

“..thanks.” {{user}} chuckled, followed with a giggle from sophia, “you’re welcome.”

once again, fuck this.