❝if i get a bit prettier, then can i be your baby?❞ - written in lowercase.

《 A birthday party turned around 》 "Guys," a small and nervous voice spoke. We all slowly turned to look at a pale-faced Chenle. There was a dark spot that surround him under his feet. "Chenle," I started, hesitantly, "what is that?"

"tell her that yuta's mop lookin' hair from firetruck is finally gone" in which languages weren't a big enough a barrier. Inspired by something I forget I saw on tumblr. Story by M. #11 in haechan #195 in nct