#` — park shinwoo : interactions.

[iinvu]

                         ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ to. @liquorsoda

                    " yeah, yeah, i'm listening. i can't go tomorrow. i had my assistant write down when i'm free next. " putting down his fifth coffee of the day, fingers rummage around a cluttered desk for a small scrap of slightly - wrinkled paper. " okay, here, february first. twenty twenty - five. "

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                         ↬ @lovegates ♡

                    " what will it take for you to stop talking? a house? a car? a private plane? name it. "

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               ↬  @lowskey​  ♡

          “  what are you doing here  ?  if my father found out,  he’d throw you out the window  — —  ”

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               ↬  @protcsts​  ♡

     ”  marry me.  ”  words are mumbled against the skin of the other’s neck after one too many glasses of wine,  but the sentiment was genuine.  “  just the two of us,  wherever you want.  ”

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@yecnjns​ ♡

      “  i can’t spend christmas with you.  ”

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@80sluv​ ♡

      “  don’t ask me to choose between you or them. that’s not fair.  ”

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@bckdoors​ ♡

      “  hey.  ” the front door to the apartment ( not his of course, but one courtesy of his family, who couldn’t stand him living in squalor ) is opened, a delicate smile playing atop normally vacant features. traces of fatigue are still peeking through despite it, though, because a long day of encumbering tasks that he didn’t care for, coupled with many drawn out meetings about mediocre problems, wasn’t exactly his idea of stress free. the only truly FREE time he had was when the sun wasn’t up, exactly six hours before he’d have to up again, which meant the only truly FREE time he had to see yeonjun was in the dead of night when he was supposed to be asleep. it was okay though, it was good actually, because he’d much rather feel alive for a few hours rather than DEAD for twenty - four. “  you ready to learn how to use a garlic presser ?  ”

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open to  :  m  /  f  /  nb plot  :  shinwoo has an embarrassingly Fat crush on ur muse and has too much people phobia to say anything abt it so alice, his trusty self-appointed translator and spokesperson, has decided to take matters into her own hands !!!

“  can i ask you something?  ”  an overwhelming amount of mischief is practically RADIATING off of her aura, unabashedly feigning a sense of bashfulness as she pulls a genuinely bashful shinwoo from behind her (  where he was hidden, albeit pretending as if he had something urgent to read in his notes from that day  ). and despite all of his protests, both verbal and silent, he’s situated right next to her.  “  what do you think of shinwoo? isn’t he cute? because the truth is ... he’s secretly pining for you! hard to tell, huh? it takes years to be able to differentiate between diffidence and timidness with him, but luckily for him, and you, you guys have me! i was going to wait until he told you for himself, but it’s SO painful watching him be so pathetic. ”  

god, if only he had brought duct tape. the more alice spoke, the more sheepish he got  —  he should have KNOWN something was weird when she offered to take him out to eat. things were never so simple with her. he could feel his face heating up, even more so with every single damned word alice spoke, sinking further and further into the confines of his sweater. just avoid eye contact, avoid eye contact, avoid eye contact.  “  alice, shut up.  ”  and then to the other, awkwardly & clearly uncomfortable, he’s mumbling,  “  s – she doesn’t know what she’s talking about ... we’ll just ... leave you alone now ...  ”