Lee WoonHa
WoonHa smiled triumphiantly when he saw the very vibrant blush on Akahito. Seems I'm doing my job right. Over hearing Ms. Moon's announcement, the fashion designer smirked even more. "Who's all gonna be paired up Ms. Moon?" I sure hope I get the cutie named Akahito. He couldn't help, but chuckle softly at the thought. Who would of guessed that Lee WoonHa would be flirting with a ghost, a dead man for crying out loud. Maybe he was that desperate or maybe he needed to get another friend besides relying on JoKang all the time. With his leg over another, he examined his own hands again, remembering and tracing all his multiple scars in them. He had one nasty scar the started from his right middle finger to the top of his wrist. That was when WoonKang wanted something to eat and swagger his needles and cutters. One of the heavy duty cutters fell on his hand, in which left his cat continuing to swat and making the cut deeper. It made him wince just remembering the scar. He heard Akahito say something about not like the smell of blood. WoonHa made a mental note to watch himself so he doesn't get hurt again. The one small male ghost made him Amil sincerely. He reminded him of a much younger self from middle school. "I know one thing...I'm ready to sleep until dinner. I'm a little tired from the blood loss." He grinned as he made it sound like he was shot or stabbed. He also exaggerated his actions.
WoonHa smiled triumphiantly when he saw the very vibrant blush on Akahito. Seems I'm doing my job right. Over hearing Ms. Moon's announcement, the fashion designer smirked even more. "Who's all gonna be paired up Ms. Moon?" I sure hope I get the cutie named Akahito. He couldn't help, but chuckle softly at the thought. Who would of guessed that Lee WoonHa would be flirting with a ghost, a dead man for crying out loud. Maybe he was that desperate or maybe he needed to get another friend besides relying on JoKang all the time. With his leg over another, he examined his own hands again, remembering and tracing all his multiple scars in them. He had one nasty scar the started from his right middle finger to the top of his wrist. That was when WoonKang wanted something to eat and swagger his needles and cutters. One of the heavy duty cutters fell on his hand, in which left his cat continuing to swat and making the cut deeper. It made him wince just remembering the scar. He heard Akahito say something about not like the smell of blood. WoonHa made a mental note to watch himself so he doesn't get hurt again. The one small male ghost made him Amil sincerely. He reminded him of a much younger self from middle school. "I know one thing...I'm ready to sleep until dinner. I'm a little tired from the blood loss." He grinned as he made it sound like he was shot or stabbed. He also exaggerated his actions.