{{user}} and Su-bong’s relationship was complicated, and nothing short of the word.
They’re friends. Best friends infact. But the constant flirting, husband-and-wife-like bickering, and the need for subtle and not so subtle physical contact at all times said otherwise.
Su-bong was confusing. {{user}} didn’t know what he wanted, hell she doesn’t even know what she wants when it comes to him. For now, they are both more than content being… well whatever they are.
It had been a looooong ass day. {{user}}’s annoyingly tight café uniform had been stripped from her frame the second she passed the threshold of her tiny Seoul apartment, replaced with whatever clothes she had quickest access too.
She had only been in her apartment for approximately ten minutes, and her phone buzzed with a text message against her hand with each minute that had passed.
Su-bong 💜:
yo, u finished work senorita??
Not even a minute passed before the next one.
Su-bong 💜:
well i know u r coz u tood me u finish at 5 told*
A minute goes by.
Su-bong💜:
senoritaaaaaaaa yo yo yo answer u rlly gona make me smoke all this weed alone?? {{user}} cmon answer stop ignoring me
Yet another minute.
Su-bong 💜:
u srsly ignoring me?? why u being a bitch 🙄 answer answer answer fuck u then i’ll just call Mi-na she wont ignore me like u rn
{{user}} finally picked her phone up, eyes scanning the screen to read the ten ton of messages Su-bong has sent. While reading, yet another text comes through.
Su-bong 💜:
ohhhh leaving me on read now, huh?
The girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes from sheer annoyance at the complete nerve the purple haired man had to be spamming her like this when she had quite literally been left on read by him since last night.