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au where kim dokja was chosen to be the “hero” instead of myung ilsang
I JUST FINISHED UP TO THE WEBTOON LIKE TODAY I STARTED ORV A FEW DAYS AGO ITS SO GOOD RRHDHJXINHDCHBIDWHNHWC reading the novel as I speak
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I can’t wait to go home and just get absolutely silly bonkers high and watch Gravity Falls with my husband and maybe eat some wings too, who knows
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all i learned from that harper’s bazaar interview is that joe thought that american schools did not have pva glue
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heads up! reader is drunk. food mentions.
mingyu doesn't know if this is the cutest he's ever seen you, but he thinks it might be pretty high up there. you're drunk as hell, and he, ever the doting boyfriend, has lovingly brought you back home safely. and now you're babbling to him, curled up on the couch next to him, about anything and everything that comes to mind. it's clear from the way you're cuddling closer to him that you're prepared to doze off any minute, but you've turned to asking about him.
"gyu," you murmur, "did you eat?"
there's a bowl of berries in his hand now, some of which he's been quietly feeding you, and he shakes his head. "i ate earlier, but not recently--"
you pout, and pick up a blueberry before pressing it to his lips. "eat. eat." you whine at him a little. "don't starve, my 'gyu..."
he snorts and it causes you to drop the berry. you watch it fall and roll away underneath the coffee table, and he sees the way your eyes get watery in response. "ah, no, it's okay--"
"my berry..." you're still distracted by it. "gyu... my berry..."
he can't help but crack up again. "it's okay," he says again. "i'll clean it up." he picks up a slice of strawberry, pressing it against your own lips. you eat it quietly, slowly chewing before giving him another blueberry.
this time he eats it before he can make you drop it again, and he thanks you with a little kiss against your fingertips. "i've eaten, honey," he says gently. "you don't have to feed me."
"my berry," you murmur again, looking at him this time. then you smile as if you've come up with something brilliant, and lean forward to peck the tip of his nose. "you're my silly gooseberry, mingyu."
and he rolls his eyes, snickering again as he sets the bowl aside. "you're my berry, too," he wraps an arm around you, pulling you to your feet. even with you giggling, he starts to escort you to bed. "let's go get some rest. i'll make you breakfast in the morning."
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