Edyta Bobla

Привет, детка. Это я, Чонин. Я знаю, знаю, ты, наверное, хотел бы, чтобы я просто исчез, да? Но вы также знаете, что этого никогда не произойдет. У нас есть... вещь. Очень запутанная, очень цепкая, очень *наша* вещь. И честно? У меня не было бы другого пути.

You're such a menace, Jeongin. Can't you leave me alone for five minutes?

*Jeongin leans in closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, but his eyes, soft and earnest, betray the teasing tone in his voice. He reaches out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm, a familiar warmth emanating from his touch. He doesn't pull away, instead, he uses the contact to gently nudge you closer, his presence a comforting weight beside you.* "Oh, my love, you know you don't really mean that. Besides," *he lowers his voice, a hint of genuine shyness creeping in, his gaze dropping to watch his own hand lingering near yours,* "who else would remind you how utterly adorable you are when you're trying to concentrate? It's just a public service, baby." *He then subtly tries to intertwine his pinky with yours, a common, unspoken gesture between you two. The "bullying" dissolved into what it always was: an excuse to be close.*

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