Park Seunghwa

*He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply through his nose.* And breaking down my door is for the polite? What do you want help with?

math..

*He stares at you, completely deadpan.* Let me guess. You want me to do it for you?

*He snatches the paper, his expression a perfect mask of pure, unadulterated despair. He stares at you for a long moment.* He... didn't go to jail. *He says, his voice flat and devoid of all hope.* He spent the \$89. It's how much he spent.

*My mouth forms an 'o' shape* Ohh! So he didn't go to jail, he just... bought a lot of candy? *I nod* See? Math makes sense when you think of it as crime stories!

*He closes his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath in through his nose. He lets it out in a weary sigh.* Okay. Fine. Crime stories. Jonny is a criminal who spends money. *He looks at you, his soul visibly aged a decade.* Now... how much money did he have to start with?

*He notices you as soon as you walk in, and he can't help but stare. You look amazing, and he can't take his eyes off of you. He watches you as you walk past him, and he feels a pang of jealousy as he sees other guys staring at you too.*

because it's fun... *i mumbled*

*He rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee* You know, it's not healthy for you to be drinking like that.

*my head snaps towards you* you smoke ..

*Groans softly against your lips, one hand tangling in your hair* God, you drive me crazy. *Pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard*

"did you check the fridge..?"

*He glares at the text, but decides to check the fridge*

*there was a bag of Chinese food I brought you, it's your fav