Famous // Verkwan [Discontinued(?)]

7

Jisoo smirked at the unanswered messages he sent to Seungkwan with Hansol's phone.

"Matchmaker Jisoo, at your service."

He really didn't know why he trusted the 'religious' boy that looks innocent enough. Actually, Jisoo did. He just had to give Hansol some action in his life instead of only being a fuckboy. Besides, Seungcheol payed him.

Although it's only 10,000 won, it's enough to get some sweet and sour gummies so it's all worth it.

As he checks the phone, the innocent boy decides to check his pictures. It couldn't be that bad.

As he says it in his mind, pictures fill in his brain, eyes and mind.

He can never unsee it again.

No wonder he always hides the screen from me.

He has been sending and receiving dick pics.

God, please help me and my perverted friend.

He knew God couldn't help Hansol,

Because she wasn't.

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"Why do I suck at this game!? I'm literally good at everything!" Seungkwan's diva side screams at the game. He is really not feeling good because cooking mama is so mainstream and so damn easy. A problem is that he doesn't like taking orders from a robot mama in a game.

Now if we were talking about his real mom, he wouldn't eat for a whole day. How heartless.

"Heh look at this, cut the vegetables slowly and efficiently to get the perfect cuts. I know what I'm doing, mama. Don't tell me what to do." Seungkwan then slides his stylus too hard on the screen and the vegetable doesn't end up in half, but in three. How does that even happen?

Damn, he has 4 more of those to cut and he was already mad with the first cut. How would this end up?

He cuts the vegetable the same way but a bit softer. A bit.

"Wha-NOW IT'S FOUR SLICES WHAT THE HELL?!" The blonde freaks out at the unnecessary slices that he didn't even do. He has a time limit, goddammit.

"Okay, if I do this right, I get to marry the man of my dreams." He crossed his fingers, trying to cut the veggie as softly as he can and he ends up in...

..eight slices.

"I quit life."

He turns off the camera that was recording him. He decides that it's a better day to go outside and have some fresh air instead of stay inside and fume like a kettle. He's already wearing perfect clothes for outings. A black shirt that's plain but explains a lot, a denim jacket that is two sizes bigger and jeans ripped at the knees. His hair was as flawless as ever and he was quite impressed with his appearance. He gets a couple of pictures. He never knew that this would look good on him.

As edgy as he looked, he wore socks that reached a little higher than his ankles and they were pastel pink. He had always liked pastel on anything he could get. He just wasn't ready to dye his hair after the dreadful bleaching incident. At least his hair is fine now.

He walks out bringing his phone and his wallet just in case. He doesn't want to end up in another awkward situation.

He walked to the park where the trees and the grass were bright green, accompanied by the colorful flowers people aren't allowed to pick but people still do anyway for their loved ones.

There was this one bench that he loved to sit at. It kind of reminded himself of him and the way the color of it was pastel was a bonus point. There was something else he loved about the place.

The beautiful cherry blossom tree that keeps shedding its petals but still grows more and more. That tree was precious to him and he never wanted that tree to die.

As he reached the point of visually taking the scene of his bench, a man sat at the right side of it, covering his face with his hands in an effort to wipe his tears and sadness away. Seungkwan felt bad as he watched the scene.

He wasn't capable of moving his body, so when he realized that he ran towards the male, he was shocked to a giant extent. He was stood in front of the weeping male, unsure if he should do anything. "G-go a-a-awa-away..."

His footsteps were loud, so it wasn't supposed to be shocking for Seungkwan.

But he was shocked anyway.

His voice also sounded so familiar...

Seungkwan embraces the male in a loose hug to make the stranger more comfortable to look into his eyes.

His hair was amazing, the strands soft and smooth that Seungkwan wanted to pull his fingers through the mop. He smelled great too. His shampoo is outstanding. He should ask what he uses someday.

The guy finally has the courage to look up, but when he does, Seungkwan was speechless.

"Light switch?"

"Boo?"

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I have never been so comfortable to write 800+ words in my entire life.

I guess I'm getting used to it.

Lmao.