"dude, this person is great as fuck"

myungjun slipped another copy of 'midsummer night's dream' into the top shelf and looked down to eye jinwoo. "what'd they say?"

"you're like the sun, hawt," he dragged out the a, "and lit"

myungjun bit his lip, trying not to laugh, and turned back to look at shakespeare. "that's nice of them"

"okay this is funny and everything but what if they, like, fall in love with me?" jinwoo gasped.

myungjun continued to stare at the detailed flowers on the script cover in front of him. "i think," he muttered, "they already have"