After an hour of walking around Homi art store. He finally tells me he's ready to go. I look at what he is going to buy. I give him a "are you fucking kidding me" look because he has like three paint brushes and some packs of stickers. "Why the shit have we been here for an hour and you only have that." I say agitated. "Because I like to look." He says eye smiling. I almost combust right there in the poster aisle, not because I'm upset, bug because that was so fucking cute. He grabs my hand a pulls me to the check-out. The worker rings everything up and turns to Jiyong "Uuuhhh here lemme give you the discount... ok. 23.45." He says smiling a fake smile. Holy fuck, 23.45? "What the shit... are they made of the souls of the innocent." I say trying to sound like witch. "No just really good." He pulls me again. Asihhh.
We pull up to the house and TOP looks pissed. He looks like an angry grandmother who just found out that their grandkid snuck out on their watch. We get out and Jiyong walks in front of me. We get to the door and TOP extends his hand to me not unlocking eyes with Jiyong. I take his hand and he pulls me into the house. "First, why is my floor stained with paint? Second, why did Youngbae have to pick me up on the scooter that hasn't been used in 3 years?" He almost yells angrily. "Welll... because imma dumbass." Jiyong says back glancing at me. TOP snacks him on the back of the head "Get your ass in this house.." he says.
Jiyong grabs my hand and leads me to his room. He sits down in the bed with me. "Oops." He says not meaning it when I fall into his lap. I jump up when I feel his...friend is up and ready to go. "Let me paint your nails , playboy.."
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my little playboy (complete)
Fanfictiongdragon/// gdragon aka the biggest player ever to walk the halls of YG central high school. you a low life girl living with her abusive father after your greatest loss. this little playboy look tough and emotionless, but with a visit to his house y...
