/Leisurely updates/ ❝ I don't need a Friday fix, if you'll become my lifetime addiction. ❞ ♚ "You know, there's a word for people like you," I said. "It's called 'playboy'." "Wrong. The correct term is 'fuckboy', and there's a difference." The apple in his fingers went up and down as he tossed it into the air. "Still a better calling than being a sissy, though." He let out a scoff as he eyed the BTS sweatshirt I was wearing. "What kind of a boy digs male groups?" I swallowed, suddenly feeling very aware of the bag of lingerie and makeup I was now holding behind my back. My fingers crinkled the plastic, tensed, and in the room it sounded very loud. His eyes narrowed. "What was that?" Shit.