@ daisuki desu. I cannot believe someone can write a massive paragraph about themselves sitting in a corner and contemplating Ken doll homicide...Baha.
And now I feel, because of that final GIF, that you were actually contemplating raping Donghae... Wow, the ideas my stories must give.
Okay. I'm going to give, like, an actual comment, since I haven't given one to anyone in such a long time. Let's start.
I don't think I have ever, for the life of me, been described as "the brunette." I fucking love it. But, then I'm the brunette you sat "in the corner." Like, I didn't really notice this, but I was skimming it and my weirdo isolated this statement. Before your brain moves on to the second part of the sentence, lets just look that "the brunette sitting in the corner." WHAT IS SHE DOING THERE? LIKE. I'm referring to myself in third person. AM I PERHAPS CONTEMPLATING MURDER OVER THERE IN MY LITTLE CORNER? WOULD I MAYBE JUST BE CACKLING AS I THINK OF DIFFERENT WAYS TO RIP THE HEAD OFF OF A KEN DOLL. CREATIVE WAYS. Because I've already done it once with my bare hands. True story. BECAUSE KEN OBVIOUSLY PISSED ME OFF WITH HIS FAKE PLASTIC HAIR. I WANTED A REAL MAN, OF WHICH I COULD NOT GIVE MY BARBIE. ONLY THE BEST BITCHES FOR BARBIE, OKAY?
But she's just staring at a Christmas tree. Okay. That's cool too.
Surprise!” Donghae exclaimed, spreading his arms out for an awaiting hug.
His girlfriend continued to stand there, arms crossed with a scowl painted across her face.
I AM MY OWN WORST COCKBLOCK.
BUT IT'S THE SAD REALITY.
Okay.
I'm done.
But I positively loved this. Like, a whole lot. It was beautifully written and so so so amazing. Donghae is just so innocent.
OMG. Asdfghjkl; This is perfect. And kind of really a lot of accuracy. What? Omg. I JUST LOVE YOU. COULDN'T BREATH FOR A FEW SECONDS. THAT WAS ADORABLE. AND I'M UNWORTHY. c''''x I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.