hosuhs pov
i woke up at 7:34. today i have spanish class from 1:50 - 3:00. i get up and walk to the kitchen. i see that stephen's there, and making breakfast. "good morning," i say. "good morning," he says back. i walk over to where he's standing, he looks focused on trying to make the food. "want me to help?," i ask. "i'm good at cooking!," i add on. "Yes please, I literally have no idea what I'm doing." i ask him, "what are you making?" he replied, "... Well I'm attempting to make an omelette" i looked at the pan. on top of it looked like what seemed to be a brown plastic blob. i started giggling. he said, "hey! its not funny!," pouting and trying to look mad
SORRY ITS SO SHORT I REALLY GTG TO SLEEP OR ELSE I MIGHT DIE TOMORROW MORNING. GOOD NIGHT OR GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY
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ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ| stosuh {hiatus}
Fanfichosuhs parents have tried their best from shielding him from the cruel and sinful world, wanting their cinnamon roll to forever be clueless and stay the cute blob he is. once hosuh turns 18 and ventures off into the world by himself. hosuh and his p...
