"I've been 'hearing you out' for the past two hour Jin-"
"But their so (pretty/handsome), like the way the sun shines down on them, it makes their skin glow and their hair pop--and the way their eyes shine-"
"Simp."
Hawjin shrugged, "I'll be that then." He leaned back in his desk, feet proped up before he reached into the chest pocket of his blazer. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes he cupped his hand around the smoke before lighting it. Hanrim Im puffed her cheeks, taking her delicate fingers she pinched her nose. "Do you have to do that here I don't particularly like the smell of cigars and the stench of you being hopelessly in love."
Hawjin nearly swallowed his cigarette.
"First off, it's not a cigar it's a cigarette-"
"Same difference." She shrugged, he scowled.
"Secondly I am not hopelessly in love with (Name)."
Hanrim hummed. "That's cute, I never even mentioned (Name)."
",,,I'm stepping outside." His scowl deepened hearing the boasted laugh of his partner. Stepping out of the Trpa headquarters door he took a drag of his smoke, puckering his lips slightly he exhaled the smog before pouting, Hanrims voice echoing in his head.
" 'm not in love-"
"Oh! Hey Jin didn't think I'd see you out here today!" There he goes again, nearly swallowing his cigarette.
There you were, in all your glory.
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