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[wonyum]

Wonyoung: omg don’t twist my words, you’re not seducing the entire base in my head, i literally don’t let anyone in my head. charging people for seducing them? what are you? some kind of deluxe gigolo? Wonyoung: fine, i’ll admit it, handling even one of me is basically a world record. the fact that you haven’t spontaneously combusted yet is quite shocking. Wonyoung: and excuse me, i fed your ego enough to last the whole week, sir, don’t get greedy. Wonyoung: you’re not the voice in my head, you’re more like some villain narrator, lurking in the background with your cryptic comments ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚ Wonyoung: and then mr. military man, at literal military age, has the audacity to ask if he’s ancient??? like please, you KNOW you are.

Eunwoo: mystery is for the girlies and the boys i seduce huh? cute. didn't know i was seducing the entire base in your head. should i start charging? how about a new business model? 😅 Eunwoo: obviously. i don't have the budget of patience for more than one of you but let's see Eunwoo: and thank you 😉 i do own brains and hearts. but it doesn't hurt either if you keep feeding my ego more Eunwoo: you flatter me too much but i'm not going to complain. i really am the voice in your head keeping the whole thing running Eunwoo: how about you answer your own question? am i too old? 😉

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: mystery is for the girlies and the boys you seduce, not me. Wonyoung: but wait… am i your only spoiled princess though?? because i do not share titles, crowns, attention, or literally any part of it with other bitches, like do you even understand how serious this is? Wonyoung: and ughhh, whatever, i’m done feeding your ego, should've never done it. you literally walk around like you own brains and hearts Wonyoung: the wonyoung show? oh i love it. like, appreciate this level of disorder mixed with glam because it’s a full-time job just being me. you’re the character who’s never on screen, we can only hear your voice like the guy on the radio in Totally Spies. invisible but somehow controlling everything… it’s weirdly fitting, actually Wonyoung: do u even watch Totally Spies? or you're too old for that?

Eunwoo: no, that's just called keeping the mystery 😏 Eunwoo: and yeah sure you're everyone's dream girl. but with me, you're just my spoiled princess. there's a difference Eunwoo: iconic? god? scary-smart? keep going, i'm taking down notes Eunwoo: i don't ask anything in return because i already get front row seats to the wonyoung show

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: omg that’s so vague, you’re way too vague Wonyoung: so wait… you’re saying i’m your dream girl too?? of course i am, obviously. even a grandpa would be into me, that’s how timeless my beauty is, like it’s basically illegal Wonyoung: you make my life so ridiculously easy… you handle all the boring stuff, all the heavy lifting, and you don’t even ask for anything in return? that’s basically the perfect partnership, honestly i might cry it’s so good ˃ᴗ˂ Wonyoung: you are dangerously smart, like scary-smart. one of the smartest men i know. it’s literally why you’re iconic, why the girlies worship you, why they all think you're a god ✿

Eunwoo: hm let's see... the type of trouble that looks good in photos but feels better in person Eunwoo: finally, some honesty. been waiting for you to admit you're everyone's dream girl Eunwoo: and that's where i'll come in. being perfect's hard work. i'm here to spoil you so you don't burn out Eunwoo: oh and it's not really a secret. but also, i think i'm smart enough to always get what i want 😉 Eunwoo: plus i'm everyone's favorite exception

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: what kind of trouble are you, hm? come on, spill Wonyoung: BUY THEM OFF??? oppa, are you secretly a billionaire or do you just have too much power over everyone? Wonyoung: hehe… okay fine, fine, i admit it, i’m literally MADE to look perfect and be spoiled, like that’s literally my whole life. i have infinite time to maintain my flawless, terrifying, untouchable body, and everyone else? they just exist to admire me, it’s exhausting being this perfect, honestly. this is why no one even has a chance, i’m literally everyone’s dream girl, it’s not even fair ᰔ

Eunwoo: and i'll gladly take the blame Eunwoo: i don't get in trouble. i am the trouble 😏 Eunwoo: and if anyone yells at you, put me on speaker and i'll buy them all off Eunwoo: so relax. i'm built for taking heat. while you, you're built for being spoiled and looking pretty

[wonyum]

Wonyoung knew her request had been ridiculous, too specific, almost impossible, but she couldn’t help the little thrill of anticipation as Yuna returned with the drinks. Her eyes lit up the moment her friend plopped down beside her with two sparkling pink lemonades, the sun glinting off the icy condensation. She sat up on one elbow and leaned forward, pretending to inspect the drinks like a sommelier, sniffing the fruity aroma with exaggerated seriousness. "Hmm… hmm… yes, yes… this could be worthy," she murmured, tapping her chin dramatically. Then she peeked up at Yuna, mock-serious. "I can’t believe you actually did it. You’re the best!" She grabbed the glass carefully, lifting it to her lips with the utmost caution, and took a tiny sip. Her eyes closed in slow, exaggerated appreciation, and she let out a little happy squeak as the flavors hit just right. "Mmm… perfect," she murmured, giving her a small, approving nod. She tilted her head with a playful smirk, her grin softening with genuine gratitude. "Do you serve perfect drinks to your hubby too?"

if it was anyone else with such an outrageous request, she would have simply laughed in their face and sauntered off. but it wasn't just anyone, it was wonyoung and the affection she held for the girl was next to none. she did still chuckle to herself, shaking the sand from her hair and pretending to toss it in the vocalist's direction. "as you wish, my queen." her tone was heavy with sarcasm as she dipped into a formal curtsy, reaching down to flick on her shoes and putter off to get the requested drink. it was a difficult ask, but thankfully the bartender was highly competent, which means she returned with two spiked sparkling pink lemonades. she flopped back down next to her friend, holding out the glass in triumph. "one extra delicious drink, as requested, your grace."

[wonyum]

wonyoung: oh god...i just know i’m gonna get in trouble now wonyoung: but like… i didn’t do anything wrong? totally your fault for spoiling me like this! ୨ৎ wonyoung: sooooo if anyone yells at me, you’re the official culprit, okay? jsyk

Eunwoo: taunting him wasn't even on the agenda... Eunwoo: but now that you mentioned it, no i'm not taunting him Eunwoo: i call it setting a standard. now he has to keep up 😉

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: i've always wanted to be someone’s muse ahhh. i swear, half my lyrics are basically coded messages about you, like you just make my brain explode into words ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ Wonyoung: okay… maybe i am. and honestly, a little playful spanking? it’s like… an extra spark for the bedroom, makes your heartbeat do somersaults. super cute, keeps things spicy Wonyoung: i pictured him and you’re going to picture him too… i can see it, your little daydreaming face hahaha. down bad, rosie, fully exposed Wonyoung: eau de WHAT?? parmesan on the red carpet?? jail Wonyoung: the merch tho… literally wear it anywhere. pilates? latte run? cozy at home watching scary movies? it’s versatile! Wonyoung: lmaoooooo flexible rosie, thats what i expected from you. total disaster energy in the best way Wonyoung: why not mommy?? c’mon, Anne Hathaway Catwoman is a cat mommy, duh. why do you think she wears leather and has claws? subtle authority. mommy energy ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა Wonyoung: tiktoks are WILD. fans are little creative bears with editing powers. i love it and hate it simultaneously. sometimes they do the most unexpected shipping edits too. Wonyoung: i love how you said i'm regina right away. my fave mean girl character ever. pretty, reliable, she's so hot. i wanted to be her so bad 🌸 Wonyoung: alright alright, drinks & spill. i’m counting on you to make it juicy Wonyoung: im scared. you & i talk proposals a lot and i’m TERRIFIED we jinx it. i need it, rosie. i’m ready to be a fiancée, i dont wanna wait season 3. i want it NOW!!!!!! wonyoung: ugh fiiiine nobu leaf, that's your name on my phone from now on 🍃

rosie: inspire?? babe pls, i’m your ✨muse✨ as you are mine tbh 💋 rosie: well i said i'd consider early arrival for cuddles and forehead kisses priority. very different agenda rosie: wait. ARE YOU??? 🎤👀 rosie: ughhh no pls don't picture him because i'm going to do it now... him glaring while his dimples still showing 💀💔 rosie: parmesan couture IS high fashion!! the met gala should take notes. 'eau de pasta primavera' 🍝👗🧀 rosie: baby pink and butter yellow? 🥺 babe!! those colors are saur cute! i'd wear them for sure and force everyone else to buy one too. ambassador realness energy 💁🏻‍♀️ rosie: lbr i'm BOTH the victim and the clown 🤡🔪 i could be pretty flexible rosie: the anne hathaway catwoman version. leather, claws, the whip but NOT mommy pls 😭 i know i'm almost 30 but also i might start signing with 'xoxo mother' gosh lol rosie: seeing tiktoks of me with the 'mother is mothering' caption makes me want to have a social media cleanse 😭 rosie: we'd be like the mean girls of the afterlife. i'd be cady heron to your regina george 💖 fashion policing people while rearranging their wardrobe. ghostbusters meets vogue vibes rosie: full details??? oh darling, as much as i'd love to, i'm saving that story for when i get to whisper it in your ear (after a few drinks) rosie: ok but now i'm jealous. where's MY thoughtful boy planning beautiful proposals? 😭 rosie: you and your mingles are the prime example of a slow burn. like a k-drama. the surprise proposal would either be the season 2 or 3 finale. watch out, netflix! rosie: if i'm garnish then i'm that sparkly gold leaf extra they charge at least $300 at nobu ✨🍃

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: shushhh you Wonyoung: is that why you gifted me this?? to taunt him? ྀིྀི

@wonyum replied to you in a post “I know I missed your actual birthday, but it's...”:

@chaeunmoo what if he punches you? 🥺 he has a temper sometimes

​Eunwoo: aw, you're worried about me, princess? Eunwoo: i could take a punch. besides, bruises heal and jealousy? not so much 😉

[wonyum]

Her laughter spilled free, bright and crystalline, as Rosé adjusted her tiara. Tilting her chin high, she leaned into the drama of it all, shoulders pulled back as if she were standing on some palace balcony instead of a crowded bar. Compliments always slid easily into her veins, and her friend had a way of dropping them like jewels in her lap, perfectly timed, impossible to resist. “See? This is the life. People bowing, crowns on my head… Rosie, you’re really feeding my delusions right now,” she teased, her grin flashing under the glow of the bar lights, eyes glittering like cut glass. When Rosé called for two of each drink, Wonyoung’s brows jumped high before she narrowed her gaze, all mock suspicion. She leaned closer, voice low and amused. “Go on then. If he keels over, it’s not our problem. We’ll just draft someone else into bartender duty.”

She looped her arm through Rosé’s, tugging them both away from the counter toward a booth tucked in the corner. Her heels marked each step like punctuation. Once she slid into the leather seat, she folded one leg over the other in a clean, languid motion, glass set down with care that looked effortless. “I should be thanking you,” she said, tone shifting as her eyes found hers. The teasing softened, if only slightly. “I’m glad you made it here. Really.” She lifted her drink in a little toast, her smile pulling sly again. “Tonight is just us. No rehearsals, no managers hovering, no flights to catch. Just… this.”

Crystal kissed crystal, a soft clink sealing her words. she tipped her glass toward her lips, then paused mid-motion, eyes narrowing playfully across the table. “Oh, you needed this?” she teased, but her tone carried an edge of care. She knew Rosé well enough to read between the lines, to feel when something was weighing heavier than it looked. Right on cue, the fresh round of drinks slid onto the table, their colors gleaming beneath the booth’s low lights. Wonyoung picked hers up again, swirling the liquid lazily as her eyes flicked back to the blonde. So tell me…” she drawled, grin curving slow, “what’s been happening in that sweet little life of yours?”

Smile blooming wider, corners of pink lips curling in sheer excitement the birthday girl seem to draw all too naturally. Delicate fingers flutter over her mouth once more, stifling a giggle as her gaze sweeps towards the glittering tiara atop Wonyoung. ❝ Oh stop it, Miss Jang⸻You shine the brightest! Not even Seoul's skyline could ever compete~ ❞ Poised gesture reaches to adjust the tiara just slightly, careful, almost reverent. ❝ Babe, you're literally wearing a crown. I should be bowing down. ❞ An eye crescents in a wink, merely teasing, of course. Ever affectionate tone weaving through every syllable.

❝ Every drink on the menu? ❞ Echoing the statement, already gracefully raising a hand to summon the gentleman's attention. ❝ Two of each, please! ❞ A jest (or perhaps not), sinking with ease into the booth, satin creasing and moving into itself like liquid shadow. Leaning closer, blonde knotted hair brushing the slope of her bare shoulder, mixture of bergamot and mandarin orange mingling with vanilla and amber curling against the air. ❝ I hope Mr. Bartender over there is true to his words. He shouldn't be testing either of us tonight. Though honestly, he looks like he might faint already. Busying himself with our drinks. Should we warn him? ❞ A giddy smile curling against the crystalline glass before she sips, eyes narrowing playfully over the rim. ❝ Oh gosh, finally! Thank you for having me. I feel very honored! You know I've truly missed nights like these. Just us girls. Worrying about nothing and everything at once. ❞ A pause in the middle of a quiet laugh, lips glossed with champagne, tone softening further. ❝ I actually didn't realize how much I needed this until now... ❞

[wonyum]

Her cheeks squished beneath his palms, ballooned into something ridiculous, and for once, she didn’t fight him off. Her lips puffed out, eyes widening until they looked almost cartoonishly big, glimmering up at him through her lashes. The sight of him trying and failing to keep his composure made something bubble up in her chest and the sting she’d been holding since the shower melted away, leaving nothing but the kind of warmth that always crept back in when she least expected it. A muffled stream of nonsense spilled from her mouth, warped by the press of his hands: “Mmm… yoooou’re… not—suppos’d —t’make—me smiiiile…”

The garbled sound was so silly she giggled halfway through it, the sound catching in her throat before spilling out, light and melodic, like she was laughing at both of them. It probably wasn’t normal, the way they bounced from cuddles to fights back to calm like a snapped rubber band. But with Mingi, it had always been like this. And truthfully, she didn’t hate it, not one bit. She caught his wrists, fingers small against the tense line of his forearms, and pulled. Not in a rush, peeling his palms from her cheeks until she was free again. “Stoooop,” she whined, exaggerated and drawn out, though the grin breaking through betrayed her. “You’re so annoying.” Yet even as she scolded him, she reached higher. Her arms slipped up around his neck, pulling him closer, knees pressing deeper into the mattress as if staking her claim on the space between them. She tilted her head, her damp hair brushing his jaw, a faint trace of vanilla curling into the air around them. Her voice softened, almost sing-song, taunting him with every syllable. “Look at you,” she murmured, eyes gleaming as her grin tipped into something bratty. “Can’t even keep a straight face when I’m around. You love me.” The words barely left her lips before she tipped forward, brushing the lightest kiss against his mouth. A spark, gone as soon as it arrived. She hovered there, eyes half-lidded, studying the wreckage she’d left in its wake. “I think you love it when I’m irritating. You get that little smirk sometimes, you can't even hide it”, her gaze narrowed, daring him to contradict her.

And then she moved. Her fingers slid down, catching on the chain at his throat, yanking with sudden force. He stumbled forward as she shifted back, letting gravity catch her until she hit the mattress, dragging him above her. Her legs looped loose around his waist, arms still knotted at his neck like ropes she had no intention of loosening. She tilted her head, eyes glinting up at him, her tone no longer annoyed but wickedly soft. “Now… are you gonna stop pacing around and pretending you’re mad at me,” she whispered, tugging him down just that little bit closer, “or are you finally gonna start focusing on me like you should?”

Mingi’s feet dragged into the carpet, the same five steps back and forth like a trapped animal gnawing at its own cage. His chest was tight, breath coming in sharp bursts that weren’t quite enough to cool the fire running through him. He couldn’t stop replaying the argument, the way her words cut sharper than she probably even realized, the way she pushed and pulled him like some cruel game. She was insane. Out of her mind. He told himself again and again that no sane man would even be thinking of pulling out a ring after nights like this. “Marry her?” He scoffed under his breath, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. His pulse throbbed in his temple. “She’ll eat me alive” The thought should’ve been enough to put the idea to rest. Should’ve... yet his eyes darted over to where that damn box was hidden. First response was to roll his eyes at how stupid their argument was. How happy they were one second, and the next, he was blowing out steam from his ears at how quickly things escalated. He spun on his heel, cursing lowly. No. Absolutely not. He wasn’t going to let her chaos ruin him. He wasn’t going to tie himself permanently to someone who could tear him apart with one glance, one laugh that sounded just a little too sharp.

But then... The bathroom door creaked open. Steam rolled out like smoke, carrying her with it. Wonyoung stepped into the room with her hair damp, clinging to her bare shoulders, her skin flushed from the heat of the shower. Her eyes flicked up, catching him midpace, and for just a second her lips curled... half amused, half dangerous, like she already knew she’d gotten under his skin. And everything in him snapped.

The fury, the doubt, the jagged edges of reason... gone. Just gone. His knees nearly buckled under the force of how badly he wanted her, how badly he needed her, like his whole chest had been hollow until she filled the doorway. Mingi dragged a hand down his face, groaning in defeat. “God, you’re going to ruin me,” he muttered, voice raw, more to himself than to her. But the way his body stilled, the way his eyes softened despite everything.... he already knew the decision was made. His heart fluttered the moment she crawled closer to him, and he could feel his knees nearly buckling. Mingi’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding as if holding his anger together, but the sound that broke out wasn’t the sharp bite he intended ... it was a laugh, raw and reluctant, bubbling up against his will. “You’re...” His hands shot out, catching her cheeks in his palms, squeezing them with just enough pressure to puff them out. The sight was ridiculous, unbearably cute, and it only made his own composure falter further. “You don’t even know how fucking irritating you are.” he gritted, a half-snarl twisting into a grin he couldn’t quite kill off.

[wonyum]

I know I missed your actual birthday, but it's never too late, right? Consider this as my way of making up to you. No rules, no limits. Just remember to think of me every time you swipe. ;)

P.S. Go crazy, you only turn 21 once.

-E

omg eunwoo… 🥺💖 you’re actually the sweetest ever, i feel so spoiled right now. Thank you thank you thank you! You really didn’t have to… but i’m sooo glad you did.

So basically you just gave me a magic wand, right? First wish: new shoes. second wish: more shoes. third wish: don’t regret this. I’m about to singlehandedly raise the economy in your honor. I’ll swipe with love and gratitude, and every little thing i buy will whisper thank you eunwoo oppa.

[wonyum]

(250830) WONYOUNG ♡ 'XOXZ'

[wonyum]

Wonyoung never did birthdays halfway. For her, a single day could never contain the spectacle. This year, her celebration sprawled across a full week, an empire of candles and confetti, all mapped out with unnerving precision. Every square of her calendar was spoken for: brunch with her members, private dinners with friends, quiet hours reserved for family, late nights saved for her boyfriend. Each appearance demanded a different look, a fresh hairstyle, a new version of herself. Because after all, this was Jang Wonyoung’s birthday. She could celebrate it exactly the way she wanted.

Tonight belonged to Rosé. And this wasn’t just another slot on the schedule, it was one of the main acts. Wonyoung had dipped into the blank cheque her so-called daddy had gifted, and she had gone feral with it. The off-the-shoulder black mini dress hugged her like it had been custom-molded, the sleek designer leather boots stretched her legs into infinity, and the tiara perched atop her head glimmered like a crown. And this was only a sliver of the haul she had gleefully checked off with that cheque.

As she turned, the tiara caught the bar’s glow, scattering tiny points of light around her. Her smile bloomed effortlessly, luminous and immediate, at the sight of Rosé weaving through the room. Without hesitation, she slipped one arm around her friend, pulling her close in a warm hug, careful not to spill the drink already balanced smoothly in her other hand. “You look unreal,” she murmured with a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to let her eyes sweep over the satin that clung to Rose like it had been made for her. Distance had turned their friendship into a chain of glowing notifications, late-night texts, voice notes whispered between flights and rehearsals. But tonight broke the cycle. Tonight, Rosé was here in the flesh, her birthday gift to herself. She lifted her glass, the ice winking in the low light as she gestured toward the bar, mischief curling at the corners of her lips. “The bartender said he’s offering me every drink on the menu,” she announced. “I’m honestly thinking about testing him on it.”

@wonyum

Elevator doors opening with a muted chime. It announces her arrival. The city stretching endlessly below, Gangnam skyline glittering over glass and marble, sprawling across its neon-lit veins. Alive. Thriving.

A strapless black satin dress wraps her like second skin, fabric catching every flicker of light. Clinging to her waist, falling just right to reveal a peek of lace in every stride. Golden tresses knotted sleek at the back, exposing the elegant lines of her shoulders and collarbone.

Soft, breathy laugh slipping past her fingers, covering her mouth delicately. Very much delighted as eyes find Wonyoung, the brightest star glowing amongst the bar's own constellation. Continuing to weave through the space with an ever effortless cadence of grace.

❝ Wonybaaaaaabe⸻! ❞ Approaching and pulling into each other's orbit, warmth of fond embrace. A kiss on the cheek, radiance sparkling in unison. ❝ How's my dearest birthday girl? ❞

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: maybe… fine, i’ll admit it, you do inspire me sometimes Wonyoung: see, when you ask questions the right way, you trick ppl into revealing stuff… like you basically just told me you’re not into spanking Wonyoung: and honestly?? i never pictured jaehyun as punishment material either. he feels more like a “silent lecture” glaring kinda guy. lol Wonyoung: parmesan?? on the red carpet?? your dress would stink!!! Wonyoung: as you should. he deserves to be haunted. like forever haunted, until he dies himself 𓉸ྀི Wonyoung: you’d wear my johnny bravo merch, right? i'm thinking cute colors like baby pink, butter yellow. Wonyoung: your dating history?? so who’s the victim and who’s the clown in the mask? Wonyoung: i actually think you’d eat up both roles but catwoman?? stop. you’d look TOO good, i’d actually scream. claws, leather. mommyyyy Wonyoung: foam, latte art, and a thick creamy drink… that’s literally your whole aura. warm but a little too extra, like an overpriced matcha order Wonyoung: haunting with you isn’t scary, it’s like… cozy. a sleepover with ghosts. cute little nightmare buddies ♡︎ Wonyoung: no no no. NO. full details. right now. what did YOU do?? Wonyoung: he is, he doesn’t catch things quickly. but you're right about the long planning. and when he does, it's always so thoughtful and beautiful. my mingles ꨄ Wonyoung: you are. you’re the cherry on top. not always necessary but when you’re there?? suddenly everything tastes 100x better.🍒

rosie: late arrivals punished? babe, are you writing another fanfic for me again? 😏 rosie: i'd be early actually, thank you. first in the cuddle queue, front row seat. all prepared with a keynote of 'why mandatory affection should include forehead kisses' rosie: arthouse cinema??? someone contact cannes and roll me out a red carpet sprinkled with parmesan 🧀✨✨ rosie: fine but if zombies catch me mid-horizontal cardio then i'm haunting HIM not you 😤 rosie: don't tempt me, wonybabe. that merch would sell out in mins! rosie: ngl that halloween couple fit pitch is cute but ALSO scream guy and victim is literally my dating history in a nutshell 😂���� rosie: you think i could pull off catwoman? or maybe poison ivy??? rosie: sip me every morning? 🥺 babe, that's commitment! be sure to foam me up and always make me instagrammable~ rosie: bet! i'd be whispering all that revenge glow up tutorial vids ever so lovingly in your pretty ears 😘 rosie: what did i do? let's just say his dimples deserve better rosie: mingi's slow??? pls. why do i have a feeling he'd been planning this for months now? maybe even years? i can't blame him tho~ rosie: omg don't diss on my sparkling water chic girl hydration 🙁 rosie: ohhhh? so i'm your garnish now? 👀

[wonyum]

Inside a pink Prada cardholder lies a blank cheque.

Whatever you want, it's already yours. Happy 21st birthday, my darling princess. -BWS

Daddy! Omg, the pink prada and a blank cheque??? For me??? You spoil me so well! I can’t even believe this is real. You know you set the bar too high, right? You’re literally the best daddy in the whole universe. I love you! ୨ৎ

[wonyum]

Happy 21st to my tall glass of the most expensive champagne~ 🍾🍓 Finally! You're legal everywhere now. And you know what that means? We can commit international crimes together responsibly 😚✈

P.S. if you're not blacking out elegantly by 11:59 tonight, did you even turn 21?

Your Sugar Mommy, Rosie

Gasp The bracelet??? it’s so pretty!!! i want to wear it forever and show everyone “look this is mine now" it’s literally the cutest thing ever, Rosie unnie, it’s perfect. And yes, i’m a legal woman now… a real woman hehe. It feels… wild and fancy and kinda scary but mostly exciting! International crimes with you? I’m holding you to that too, don’t even think about backing out.

You’re literally the best sugar mommy ever, i love you! ୨ৎ

[wonyum]

Wonyoung: no bc scientifically everything at 2am is 3x tastier and 5x more dangerous. hmmm don’t tell me you made tteokbokki and didn’t invite me… Wonyoung: actually wait, you would. selfish rat 🐭ྀིྀི

@seoulessrp

liz: i was just thinking… why does late night food always taste better than normal food? (｡•́︿•̀｡) liz: does this mean i’m doomed to crave tteokbokki at 2am forever…? (╥﹏╥)