^_^ Oneus Imagines ^_^

So What? 🐱

I let out a loud screech as the sight of it dawns on me.

"Nooo my gorgeous nails!¡" I cradle my hand as if it is badly injured.

Having your fresh manicure go south IS the worst feeling, don't you think?

My bestie's laughter fills the living room, and I've never felt this annoyed by the sound. I turn my head creepily to him who is situated on the other side of the couch.

Damn, he just laughs more instead of getting intimidated.

"Your face *snort* is so priceless!" Youngjo shoves his forefinger towards my face, his other hand clutching his stomach.

At this point, the corners of his eyes are wet with happy tears as the laughter eventually dies down.

"You should have opened the can for me! My poor babies don't deserve to be scrapped," I pout while still grieving over my nails.

I should do it over, I can't stand imperfections. I mean, it gets on everyone's nerves when they accidentally nicked the paint.

"I've told you, you don't need to drink if you want to protect your 'babies'," Youngjo states in a-matter-of-factly tone, sipping on his beer.

The glint in his eyes portrays how much he is enjoying himself.

"How dare you, crashing into my apartment with beers and expect me to not drink? And had the gut to laugh when a minute ago you whined that you're stressed out?" I hiss through gritted teeth.

A chuckle escapes his throat followed by a relieved sigh.

"You know, hanging out with you never fails to cheer me up. You're really my comfort zone and I thank you for that," he reaches out to ruffle my hair, but of course I avoid.

"Well I'm glad to hear that," I sarcastically remark, bringing up my can of beer to drink.

However, the glimpse of my nails made me groan. I slam the can onto the coffee table and proceed to my room to retrieve the small glass bottles.

When I return to the couch, Youngjo has his eyes on the nail polishes in my hand.

"You don't know how easily these mess up and even small damage irks me," I state clearly before he could voice anything that could infuriate me.

Oh how wrong was I to not know better about his skills on infuriating me.

I was uncapping the bottle when he chirps out, "I bet I wouldn't get any scratch on it."

Hell yeah I am tempted to wipe that sassy smirk off his pretty little face.

"Is that a challenge?" I point the brush towards his face before adding, "I'll make your nails glittery and flowery for the whole week if you can't keep it intact for the next few hours, deal?"

"And if I don't get it chipped, you have to wear flipflops to work for the whole week, deal," he finalize while grabbing my hand in a handshake.

"Wait, you can't be serious! I'm an office worker you dumbass," I try to retreat my hand but he holds on tighter.

"So I can go around with sparkling nails? Nu-uh," he shakes his head, lips pursed.

"You're only in the studio making music! Ask Geonhak to get you lunch or something," my other hand smack his sturdy chest. Curse those chest workouts.

"You can say that you hurt your feet or something too. Plus, heels are bad for your backbone," there's a tiny bit hint of concern at the end of his words.

Okay he is absolutely correct there. Until now, I still don't understand why it's necessary to wear heels. It's fine if you're comfortable with it, but what if you have health issues? I hope I can change the rule, yet I'm not the CEO *sigh*.