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odette usui、 臼井 オデッ.
the wedding planner,
the retired celebrity.
the beautiful stories on the screen
cannot compare to your love story
down the aisle. ㅤㅤ ₊˚⊹♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖
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a slight purse of lips as he was called by his full government name. he vigorously shook his head when she offered to find a bigger needle, clearing his throat as he stuck his arm out.
❝ okay, i was just asking, you know. definitely not scared of needles. ❞
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“ callahan kang. “ a sharp gaze rested on his drooping physique, part of her found it amusing how he’s still afraid of needles after all this time. “ this is the smallest needle i have. unless you’d want me to go for a bigger needle. “ she shrugs, holding back her smile.
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he feels himself droop even further, his eyes downcast as he waited for her. he didn't catch sight of the needle—until it was inching closer to him.
he clears his throat, pulling on his collar, trying to play it cool. ❝ does—ehem—it have to be a shot? a needle? ❞
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“ if you get hurt again, i’m writing an official letter for you to sit out of a few missions. this is for the scar , since we can’t identify what exactly caused the scratch. it’s better to be safe. “
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he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of not being able to work ... but his crew insists that he took the weekends off. they act as if he has a hobby (he really doesn't have one). so, what would ( the reader ) suggest that he do for the weekends?
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ㅤㅤstaring at the piece of paper in his hand, he looked crestfallen. what do they mean they're charging him a lot ... for a pack of ice? this is making his head hurt even more.
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a gentle tug on ( the reader )'s sleeve, shoulders slightly slumped as an attempt to make himself smaller. he points towards the scratch on his forehead, an accident at work. ❝ ... could you help applying ointment on this? ❞
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