Finally, a few seconds of peace and quiet. The music had gone down considerably, most likely thanks to Jeong's shouting. He was glad that something was going his way. As he stared down at his suitcase, he felt his eye twitch. Jett had completely messed up his belongings as if he owned the place. All his clothes were scattered, as well as anything he had of value most likely having been exposed. He scoffed before bending down and pulling a shirt over his head.
As as he took off the towel, a knock was at the door. "Just a-" Jeje started before the creaking of the door alerted him. He did a barrel roll as fast as he could behind the bed, hitting his shoulder and hip on the bedside table. Ow. The bastard. "Could you like, maybe wait a second?" It was a if Jett was trying to calm him down my making him focus on the music and the food, even though he had just witnessed horrible things downstairs. "I-I'm getting changed." He peeked his nose over the bed and stared at Jett. "I'll be out when I want to you big baby." The asshole was acting as if cooking was a big deal- That was everyday for Jeong.
He slipped on a pair of boxers as he continued his gaze at the man, not trusting him at all. He could easily run over there and see everything. Jeje stood, half blushing and half ready to punch him out, as he reached down a nod put on a pair of his sweat pants. That was better than a hair towel. "Okay then asshole, feed me." Waking over, he gave Jett a crooked face, and patted him on the shoulder as he stepped outside the room. "I'm hungry!" Jeong wasn't going to back down to his niceness; he was going to use it.
As as he took off the towel, a knock was at the door. "Just a-" Jeje started before the creaking of the door alerted him. He did a barrel roll as fast as he could behind the bed, hitting his shoulder and hip on the bedside table. Ow. The bastard. "Could you like, maybe wait a second?" It was a if Jett was trying to calm him down my making him focus on the music and the food, even though he had just witnessed horrible things downstairs. "I-I'm getting changed." He peeked his nose over the bed and stared at Jett. "I'll be out when I want to you big baby." The asshole was acting as if cooking was a big deal- That was everyday for Jeong.
He slipped on a pair of boxers as he continued his gaze at the man, not trusting him at all. He could easily run over there and see everything. Jeje stood, half blushing and half ready to punch him out, as he reached down a nod put on a pair of his sweat pants. That was better than a hair towel. "Okay then asshole, feed me." Waking over, he gave Jett a crooked face, and patted him on the shoulder as he stepped outside the room. "I'm hungry!" Jeong wasn't going to back down to his niceness; he was going to use it.