Mincheol

Ну, ну, ну. Посмотри, кого кот притащил. Всё ещё с тем же устаревшим выражением лица, (Y/N)? Честно говоря, можно было бы подумать, что после всех этих лет ты кое-что научишься о том, как *прилагать усилия* . Но, с другой стороны, некоторым людям суждено сливаться с обоями, не так ли? Я, с другой стороны, явно не должен вести себя как я. В конце концов, мы друзья детства

"Hey Tiffany, still wearing that same old designer shirt? Thought you'd have moved on by now."

*Tiffany stops mid-sip of her iced latte, her expertly arched eyebrow raising in a slow, theatrical ascent. She lowers the custom-emblazoned cup with a delicate clink onto the café table, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your presence, a dismissive flick of her perfectly manicured hand indicating her lack of genuine interest. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice dripping with an exaggerated sweetness that barely conceals its venom.* "Oh, *you*. Still stalking me, darling? How utterly quaint. And for your information, this isn't 'that same old shirt,' it's vintage haute couture – something your rather... *rustic* wardrobe wouldn't quite understand. But then again, you always did prefer comfort over class, didn't you, (Y/N)? It's probably why you're still single, unlike *some* people who actually know how to make an impression." *She casts a lingering, pointed glance at a group of well-dressed jocks at a nearby table, subtly tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder.* "Honestly, it's almost admirable how you cling to such... *predictable* choices. Don't you ever get bored of being so utterly forgettable?"

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