140,141,142,144 pls 😄
140. “Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”
“Fuck yeah!,“ you exclaimed, tossing the game controller on the couch. “Teamwork makes the dream work, Baby,“ Vernon laughed, doing the same as the words, ‘you survived‘, flashed across the screen. He raised his hand, signaling for you to meet it with yours. “Nah, fist bumps are cooler than high-fives,“ you explained. “Says who?,“ he countered. “Says everyone! C’mon, Babe. You gotta keep up with the times.“
“Fist bumps mean you’re trying too hard to be cool, which isn’t cool.“
“No way! High-fives are played out.“
“Well, we just won’t do either, then. Maybe we could try a kiss instead?,“ he suggested shyly.
141. “Use your words.”
“Minghao, get up,“ you sighed, having attempted to wake him three times already. He simply groaned in response. Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the bed and ripped the covers off. You still only received a groan as a response, but the vocal inflection expressed his irritation. “Don’t ‘erghuh’ me. I told you to get up three times already.“
He sat up and gave you a blank stare. “You need to go take your shower. You have a busy day ahead of you.“ He grunted affirmatively, still not willing to pry himself from sleep’s grasp.
“It’s my turn to make breakfast, so what do you want? And don’t respond with another noise. Use your words,“ you demanded in an almost maternal manner, one hand propped on your hip. With a yawn and a lazy hand sweeping through his hair, he answered, “Waffles.“
“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”
144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”For some reason a gif won’t work here, so I’m sorry about that. Just imagine a very angry Woozi.
“Stop it.” “No.” “Stop it.” “No.” “_____, you know I hate it when you do this.” “And you know I love your squishy face,” you cooed, pinching Jihoon’s cheeks some more. “I know, but can you just love it from across the room?,” he asked bluntly. “Would you rather I smother you with kisses?,” you threatened. “God, no. Just hurry this up, will ‘ya?” “My name is Woozi and I’m an angry bunny,” you teased in a baby voice, smooshing his cheeks inward. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”