Update: Now we have Chen! And I changed Chanyeol’s eyes. And a Kai, too…
I might be a -little- obsessed with exo at the moment >.> Now to finish the other half of the band lmao
12 members omg
Did I Just Get Dumped?
“Oh no. it’s an exact science.” He teased and crossed his arms over his chest, daring a glance at the other.
he just giggled, myungsoo groaned to himself and stuck his lip out in a pout. he nudged the other male over to the side and finished up the order, because this was taking way more time than a normal person would take, and people looked like they were getting as annoyed at Myungsoo was. “He’ll have lettuce on it. please make it to go.” He dug in his wallet for money and tossed it onto the counter. He grabbed up the bag when their sandwiches were finally done and took a good look at Baekhyun before disappearing outside.
"Humph." I grabbed onto my bag and held it to my chest like a plushie, my hands curled around the noisy plastic as I skipped over towards the exit. I frowned and sighed dramatically, "MyungSoooo, won’t you come baaack? Why you leave me all alone like thiiiis?” I pouted and dropped my chin onto the sandwich, “At least let me say thank you first, humph.”
Don’t make me kick you.
Running a hand through his hair he exhales slowly and gives the other a strange look, “What are you going on about? I like kosher dill if you must ask. ” Purposely not commenting on the innuendo that dripped from Baekhyun’s voice. “I like biting them in half and then hollowing out the middle and eating the outside last…”
I bit my bottom lip and gulped down a chuckle when he looked back at me, my eyebrows raising, “Wow, that’s quite a technique you got there hon, probably got pickle juice squirted all over your face by the time you’re through…”
I turned away from him and placed a hand over my mouth, my shoulders shaking slightly as I giggled to myself. I finally flipped my bangs away from my eyes and turned towards some subway chick behind the counter, “Umm…can I have like,” I limply pointed a hand down at the glass shield, “Oooo what the fuck is that…it smells good though, gimme dat, and like…” I turned towards MyungSoo and softly elbowed his arm, “Should I get green shit number 1 or green shit number 2? Can’t make up my mind…”
Looks Like Homeboy Got Scurrrred…
He could tell the other was getting annoyed at him, but it only caused him to laugh again. “so touchy.” He mumbled under his breath.
“I can…’t understand you. What are you even saying? What’s sliced up mean?” He felt like he wanted to rip his hair out of his head but sighed, swatting at the hand that circled around his face. “Look, just order your sandwich so we can don’t have to continue this…I don’t know what..any further.” He blinked and stepped up to the counter. “I’ll just have roast beast. and cheese.”
My lips curved into a mischievous smirk as I gazed curiously at this frustrated man, wondering just how far I could push him before he explodes in rage. I watched him move towards the front counter and stood behind him, lightly tapping a hand onto his shoulder. I whispered in a low voice, my breath gently ruffling his hair, “Do you like to put pickles in your mouth, MyungSoo…? Do you like your pickles to be smooth or bumpy…? Do you like a flexible pickle or a hard one…?”
Dat’s Right Gurl, Hush…
This man was crazy, he thought and tried to stay as quiet as possible listening to him speak. It was hard to remember that he was a guy and not a woman by the way he spoke. “You can have whatever you please.” He answered, not sure if he was in the mood to eat or not.
he laughed at the reaction he received, he didn’t mean anything by the diet thing but it was amusing to say the least. He grinned up at the male and shrugged, “I wasn’t saying anything it was just a question. I haven’t looked at your thighs.” he shook his head and ruffled his hair in frustration.
"Mmm Hmm.” My eyebrows jumped under my bangs, head cocking to the side as I loudly popped my lips. Was waiting on his ass to say just the wrong damn thing so I can cut loose on his ass. He started laughing but I didn’t see what was so damn funny, fool don’t realize just how close to death he is…he don’t know what’s in dat purse…I walk around with an armory hanging off my wrist…
I shifted my weight onto one hip like a diva and gestured a flamboyant hand in a circle around his face, “Now look…sweetie…how come you don’ wanna look at my thighs—are they not appealing to your eyes? Do dey look more sliced up dan da roost beef behind dat subway counter? Dat what you sayin’ boo?”
Do I even want to know…?
“Baekhyun..got it.” He nods and looks in the direction the other is looking in and lifts up an eyebrow, wondering what he was looking for or who.
“You go to subway often?” He asks opening the door to let the other in and shakes his head, “or are you trying that subway diet, I hear it works really well.” He purses his lips up in thought and grins.
"Thanks hon," I swiped my brush across my perfect bangs and dropped the wooden handle inside my purse as I walked through the open door like a boss. I tapped a finger onto my chin and furrowed my eyebrows in deep thought as I looked up at the menu board, "Hmm…do I want my shit toasted or not, what you think MyungSoo?…damn, so many—huh?”
I glanced over my shoulder at this dude and grinned, “Oh, umm…uhh…” I thought about what he just said for a few moments…and gurl I stomped my foot onto da ground, ballin’ my hands into fists as I scrunched my nose up in rage, “Gurl I don’ need tuh be on no damn diet, you tryin’ tuh tell me my azz looks fat? Tryin’ tuh tell me I got craters in dese thighs? Huh?! Dat what you sayin’ boo?”
Do I even want to know…?
Myungsoo twisted his face up in displeasure, “I am not Edward Cullen. I don’t sparkle in the sunlight. I like to eat..just not what you like to eat. Though fried chicken does sound good to me right now….” He trails off in thought and blinks over at his company, “what was your name again?”
I knit my eyebrows in confusion and folded my arms across my chest, dartin’ my eyes ‘round da sidewalk fo’ a safe place to hide from dis nut, “You can jus’ call yo’ gurl Baekhyun den, ‘kay mayne? And like, what kinda shit you be usually eatin’ den?”
I sighed in relief upon finally walking up on a subway and stared into the gleaming windows, “Thank God there ain’t a thousand bitches hoggin’ da front counter tuh’day.” I stopped by the front door and softly cleared my throat, “You gonna be a sweetheart and open da door for me babe?”
“You don’t really want me to try it.” He narrows his eyes and scoffs quietly. He nudges the other forward and continues to walk ahead grumbling mostly to himself, relieved that the subway sign is up ahead. It was almost like God parted the clouds and sent rays of light over the restaurant.
“I’d rather have blood instead of this food. Waste of my money and eating food makes me have to use the bathroom. I’m too lazy for that.”
"Humph," I groaned at the hand nudging my shoulder forward, sighing deeply as I continued walking ahead. I glanced over my shoulder at him and frowned, "Hearin’ that didn’t exactly make me feel any better—damn, what is up with you, hmm? You tryin’ tah be like Edward Cullen or somethin’? Kinda fucked up that you don’t like to eat…” Dude is starting to seriously creep me the fuck out…
One Cannibal Ass Queen Over Here…
“Oh no you did not just snap your finger in front of my face.” Myungsoo clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “I will bite your arm off and then beat you with it.” He places his hands at his hips and glowers.
“I—I’m not a she, and I don’t usually eat sandwiches, but i prefer roast beef with cheese and mustard and mayo.” He wonders why this other male is so weird and lifts the purse he still carries in his hand and swats the other with it, “you need to carry your own purse.”
"Try it, please. Let’s see what you got,” My lips moved into a smile against my will at his childish pouting, but my neck soon turned away at a row of bushes lining the sidewalk, muttering under my breath, “This is one cannibal ass queen over here, threatening to dismember bitches, dafuq's his problem…”
"And I know what you is hon,” I pouted when he slammed my purse into my shoulder and sighed, lowering my eyelids in annoyance, “But everybody is a girl in my head, so get used to it, and judging by your taste buds you might have a thirst for blood eating all that damn meat and cheese. I don’t be fuckin’ with that shit, I only like cold turkey and fried chicken…”
“Sorry, you’ll have to use those feet today” He lifts his eyebrows as his jaw drops open. “Honey? few stings? I prefer to stay away from the bees nest, if you catch my drift.” he tries to hold back a laugh but fails to do so and ends up chuckling, “I’m Myungsoo, It’s interesting to meet you, that’s 100% sure.” He nods.
“Guuurrl,” I craned my neck towards him with my eyebrows raised dramatically, loudly snapping a finger in front his face, “Now don’t test me boo, you have not studied for this one baby.” Need to put this man in his place…
"Now," I reached a hand into my purse dangling from his hand and pulled out a small brush, neatly swiping the bristles across my bangs, "What do you like to put on your sandwich….MyungSoo…? You can learn a lot about a hoe by what she likes to put in her mouth—you put mustard on yo’ sandwich mayne?”