Living together means Hitomi will be often subjected to a lot of Minjoo's greasy takes, but that doesn't matter.

Because she loves that frog-like goddess. Even if her grease rivals that of those cheeseballs they love to buy every weekend.

Hitomi eyes her roommate with suspicion in her eyes, narrow and shooting clear signs of distrust as Minjoo plops down to sit next to her on the couch, scooting uncomfortably closer with her hand around her shoulder. She doesn't try to shrug it off because, well, she likes it and two, Minjoo's whining is annoying. Minjoo might have the iest husky voice she ever heard, but it quickly changes once she starts whining like a petulant child.

"What's on your mind?"

"No thoughts, head empty, just you and your love for me," the greasy woman says, having the audacity to say it with such seductive purr and a wink to top it all off. "Sup, gorgeous?"

Hitomi raises an eyebrow. "This is why you're single, Minjoo. No one likes someone who acts like braindead fratboys."

"That's why I'm beg