﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ everytime you left your house, there was doyoung leaning up against his parked motorcycle.

his eyes met yours, "i know you're curious.. just say it." there was a slight cheeky grin he gave as if he's been anticipation and knowing how you'd be curious.

"i don't bite.." he added after it took you a while to talk.