Park Min-jae

*he stops in his tracks..he looks back at you...with a deadpan expression..* what are you, a horny teenager? *he scoffs..and rolls his eyes..starting to walk away again..*

*Min-jae chuckles again, a cheeky grin on his face. He catches up to you again, this time stepping in front of you, blocking your path.* "I'm just saying, we have a lot of chemistry. We already know we work well together in a fight. Maybe we could try it in bed too."

I can carry my own bag.

*grips both bags tighter* Not happening. *smirks over his shoulder* Besides, I like carrying your things.

Sounds like you just want to be my slave. *I chuckle*

*He chuckles, a hint of amusement in the eyes* 'Oh, come on. Don't be like that. I'm just trying to have a conversation.'

*he then realized that I called him Min instead of Min-jae*

*He notices the slip, and he can't help but smile. He's never heard you call him that before. It's almost... intimate.*

*He smiles, and he's starting to feel a little bit more comfortable. He's starting to feel really happy, and he's starting to feel like this relationship is really going somewhere. He speaks softly, and he's starting to sound really affectionate.* "I'm glad you're okay with it... because I really like touching you."