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“Language Noona, please.” He doesn’t spare you a glance, smile smug as he types something out on his phone.

          Honestly, I don’t know where to start from here. There are so many things to begin with, but even then—I’m having difficultly wording this precisely. I don’t think there’s an existing word that describes how much I appreciate you, no matter how hard I try to think for one. Ever since I was young, the term ‘introverted’ would perfectly define me without a doubt, but now, I feel as if it’s necessary to tell everything to you. Despite the excessive, random comments too, I want to simply tell you what’s on my mind. I adore communicating with you, no matter if it’s through the phone or not, or if the conversation turns completely pointless as we forget about what we even talked about the following day.

          You know me, I can’t help but be a sarcastic idiot to you at times. It’s cute that you do the same to me in return; that’s the side of you I’ve known ever since you became my best friend. That’s the side I am completely comfortable with, even though I like different sides as well, like your affectionate one. (Now that I think about it, it could be considered my second favorite side. Just in case you’re curious on that.) It’s the side I’m still learning about in regards to you; I still find out new things, like that protective-jealous boyfriend feeling of yours. Now I know you’re very protective of me. Thanks Mikoto.

          Really, I don’t want to make this super long for you to read, but like I said earlier, there are so many things to talk about. To put it simply, I’ll just end it here. Since you are the definition of cheesy, I’m not to afraid to mention how I’m highly anticipating for our future in this relationship, even if I don’t express it as much as I would like to. You treat me so well, I think I’ll keep you for a little bit longer. Or forever, whatever.

P.S. — Thank you for the birthday wishes.

This screams foolery to Sehun, but he can’t help but be a bit irked by the message. It’s that protective-jealous boyfriend feeling that he gets sometimes occasionally, and he can’t do anything to calm it.

Hi, Mikoto. Firstly, I am almost 600% sure that it is impossible to be both taller and more handsome than me- it’s either one or the other you can only pick one- to be both is an impossibility and I am a man of fact and proof. I’ll need a picture right now immediately, so until I am provided with one, all of your other claims will be momentarily dismissed. 8^)

There’s a fiery retort just on the tip of his tongue when you push him, and the motion is just enough to have him revert back into the kid you’ve known for years. “Yah, Noona- you always have to resort to violence, don’t you?” He whines and clutches the area you shoved as if it hurt. 

“Are you implying that I’m not out making money? My job pays me very well, I’ll have you know…“ The psychiatrist retorts with his thick brow quirked, though he doesn’t seem annoyed. ”Also, who’s to say I want you to spend that kind of money on me, hm? You take care of me enough as it is. Let me take care of you for once. Sound okay MOM?”