"I don't have a type, I never, uh, I never dated. I like converse highs and ... like a white shirt, jeans. I dunno. I never really thought about type. Not that I don't know shit, you know? I've fucked. Dunno if they were my type but I did it in prison." And that pretty much said as much as it needed to say. He shrugged, unsure what else to do with this talk. He didn't know if he had a type. Was Jin it? ... Was Yoongi? "You're pretty handsome."

So. There. He looked back at the phone and shook his head. "For being rude, you don't get to hear it. You can just forever wondered how cool my converse song was."