@JoosUNIQ he could feel his heart still racing. Was Sungjoo going to ask anything now? Wenhan tensed up at the thought, bracing himself for the upcoming questions.
Wenhan exhaled sharply two times, as if he was now in the middle of a run and trying to clear his mind from all these nerves wrecking thoughts that try to engulf him everyday. Except that he was not running now, he was merely standing in front of a door. He wanted to check (c)
@JoosUNIQ hands. They were burning him. A quick look at Sungjoo reassured him that he was not too weirded out by all of this and he set them town on the table and mimicked Sungjoo. Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, he started eating and tried to focus on the tv screen in front of him but (c)
@JoosUNIQ get any worse, he thought to himself. The past swimmer crouched down and started gathering the petals and flowers heads that had scattered around. At least his mind quieted while doing so.
@JoosUNIQ what he was going to do, he started pacing left and right while shaking his arms about. Of course, the flowers did not appreciate that and the most fragile ones had their heads snap and roll on the floor. "Oh no!" It was too late, the floor was covered with pink. It couldn't (c)
when the door opened and he was face to face with an innocent and very much dumbfounded looking Sungjoo. Wenhan's eyes widened and darted back from Sungjoo to the pink roses he was holding. He could feel himself getting hotter by the second and just stayed there, mute. @JoosUNIQ
himself one last time but he knew that he couldn't and it made him bite his lip in annoyance. What was wrong with him? He wondered. There was nothing wrong with being here, he tried to reassure himself, his eyes getting lost in a forest of pink almost instantly. That was just (c)