wendy: so, what's your ideal type like?
irene talking loud enough for someone to hear: i kinda like bad boys. you know, the ones that go against the rules.
jackson pouring milk before the cereal: hey noona! i left the toilet seat open too!
wendy: erm... you're not gonna fall for that right--- huh? unnie? where did you---
irene already leaning over jackson's table: hmm... have i ever told you that you look great wearing this leather jacket? but i'm sure you would look even better without---
wendy shouting: next time just say that jackson wang is your ideal type! and if you're that direct why not just talk to him straight away!!
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Incorrect Jackrene
Short Storyjust a bunch of very short ideas I think about but never commit to write because i'm a lazy ass...
