❝ 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃, 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔? ❞
-❛ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, a bored twenty-year-old model
posts an application for hot bitches
to become their side hoe for fun,
not expecting for legit fine ass people
...
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SEVEN (tw: death threat)
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"Hurry up"
"Geez fuck calm down wont'cha?"
The sky was clear, and so was the highway you're driving at. Shinsou tapped his fingers impatiently very secretly; "can't you go any faster? the road is literally all yours to take" the purple haired male motioned his hands towards the empty path - he was so close to driving the car himself.
He sighed for the nth time.
"I thought you weren't so excited about this, why are you quite literally in a hurry right now?" you questioned him, but you never tore your eyes off the road. "You're going to be late, that's why" he spat back. "what? what's the time?" Shinsou opened his phone and showed you the time - and slightly laughed to himself as he realized you weren't able to take your eyes ahead of you as you were very cautiously driving. "7:50 am, your shoots at 8"
Your shock swerved the car ever so slightly, eyes widening as you stare at Shinsou; "fuck?!" "hey watch out you're going to kill the both of us..!"
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"What's that on your face"
After a deadly ride on the car, you finally arrived at the building. Now you're walking with him on your left in silence, up until you decided to break it and ask a question Shinsou refused to answer directly. "what's what on my face?" he asked back."that" you moved your hand to lift his chin to reveal a thin, two inches long wound on the left side of his cheek, just below his eye.
He retracted his head from your grasp and you did the same; you could tell he was hesitating to answer "papercut" was all he said. But you knew it wasn't true, so you decided to taunt Shinsou even more to get the answer out of him. "does that look like a paper cut to you huh? literally dripping blood" you aggressively wiped the teeny-tiny bit of blood with your thumb making him twitch in pain. "you fucker — got into a fight alright" your brother shook your hand off of his face, while you glared at him; "are you fucking serious?"
