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[changkyeun]

& CAPTJUNG ;

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] Changkyun~ [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] are you doing well? [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] think of me ~ [ photo attached ]

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ah.. I tried ㅋㅋ

[ sms » 내_눈사탕 ♡ ] would you look at that!! it’s my girlfriend. [ sms » 내_눈사탕 ♡ ] 내 귀여운 미소천사~~ ㅎㅎ [ sms » 내_눈사탕 ♡ ] of course i’ll think of you.

[ sms » 내_눈사탕 ♡ ] my brain’s thoughts consists of 90% choi hyojung and 10% “what should i eat for dinner tonight?” [ mms » 내_눈사탕 ♡ ] (file attached) i love you.

[changkyeun]

&CAPTJUNG;

It’s late and she knows she shouldn’t be awake right now. And she definitely shouldn’t be thinking about sending a certain someone a message or ten. But he’s been stuck on her mind since they met and even after a few months of dating, that hasn’t changed. If only the two could meet up more often.

Instead of texting him - she blamed it on her cold fingers, but she actually didn’t know what to write - she decided on sending him voice notes. Maybe it was easier to speak out loud. All she did was miss him lots, really.

[02:34:16] “Changkyun-ah.. You’re sleeping, right? I hope you have your phone on silent. Ah.. What do I even want to say? I guess I just.. Wah, when did this get difficult?” A soft laugh escaped, her eyes forming crescent moons for the eyes of no one.

[02:47:32] “I’m really tired. It’s…” A short silence followed, she was taking a peek at the clock, slowly ticking away. “Almost three in the morning. Ah, you’re keeping me awake!” Another laugh.

[03:02:45] “Oh, Changkyun, it’s three already. I dozed off a little.” “…” “Hey. Let’s meet up soon. When you can. And our schedules let us.”

[03:03:28] “I miss you.”

[03:03:47] “창균. 사랑해.”

(☠)   —  A simper tugs upon his lips whilst the tape loops, enamoured by every detail the transmitter managed to capture. Her tones inundates him as he flutters his lids shut, reiterating her words in the form of a faint whisper; his own heart constricting against his chest. Everytime she pauses for an interlude, it was music in his ears: her voice creates music through each syllables she utters and appends in between bouts of exhales and inhales, and it was surely the best music he likes to rewind over and over again.

Though Changkyun did not reciprocate the exact amount of messages Hyojung sent him, he did reply but one:

                                                                   [00:00:59]                                                        “As I love you, noona..” “…”                                “We’ll meet in our dreams. So let’s both sleep soon, haha.”

[changkyeun]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

- Kiwi  ❤

[changkyeun]

Merry Christmas!

While schedules were hectic, especially at this time of year, she managed to somehow squeeze in some free time, as well as a short visit to the hospital. It was a bit difficult to sneak past everyone and to actually get close to where he was, but the closed door was now in front of her and she couldn’t really hide her excitement. Then again, when could she, really? Both excited and nervous, because if she got caught, things would be over really soon. And that wasn’t even the last thing she wanted, rather something she wished would never happen. Should she knock? Should she just walk in? She contemplated on what to do for a short while before going with the former, knocking once before entering. With a soft voice she announced herself. Seemed like he was asleep, the room was silent and his eyes were closed. Her heart was beating just a bit faster than usual, though she didn’t mind it one bit. Grabbing the chair that stood in the corner of the room she quietly put it down next to the bed before making herself comfortable. She had told him about the bracelet she made a while ago, though she ended up turning into a keychain as she had bought similar looking phone charms a few days earlier, one for each, that she attached to the ring. The phone charm had a tiny blue drop hanging on the black strap. Not actual couple items, but coincidentally having the same phone charms shouldn’t be too much of a deal. After getting up from the chair, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, not even wanting to leave but if she stayed away for any longer than ten more minutes, she’d probably be scolded. “Changkyun-ah, Merry Christmas.”

(☠) — Earlier, the pair had converse virtually, strings of messages briefly exchanged after another, holiday greetings following suit after a few colloquial greetings. It had been their world that the young couple had built, life and sentiment in between ones and zeros. Changkyun idly gazed at his handphone, the same familiar mien upon his features; though Christmas seemed rather superfluous without a soul to pay reverence it with, She was always what was best in his woeful days. Narcotics lulling him to a deep slumber, the brunet covets a dream that was only his to keep: her.

                                                               “Merry Christmas, Choi Hyojung.”

    Mouth dry, lids still doused with this morning’s medication, the boy sat up. A dull, monotonous ache throbbed down his leg— he was still unable to stand on his own two feet without crutches and see her. Only to spot an ambigous item just atop of his bedside drawer, he laces the dark strap in between his digits, scanning the keychain with curiosity. With mere mirth and joy, Changkyun sent his girlfriend a message, hoping perhaps she was still awake to chat for a bit more about Christmas.

[changkyeun]

Merry Christmas my little baby saeng!

This is our first Christmas together! I may not make it special, but I hope you’ll know how special you are to me. You may be young, but you’re definitely a mature one, in fact, much more mature than I do. I may not like you at first, when you joined No Mercy, but you’re just too precious that I ended up loving you and accepting you as a part of the group. 

Always know that you are very special to me.And you always know that if ever you need someone to talk to, or miss home, I’m here, a big brother that will listen to you and make you comfortable. Now, enough with this drama! I’ll get going on the gifts.

I got you a Boston shirt! So you can feel at home.

And here’s another one,

I just think you might like it, because it’s so cute.

Merry Christmas saeng! I hope you’ll have a good one! I lov you!

(☠) — Head rested against his cot’s header, Changkyun sat, overwhelmed with solace. His bed adjacent to the hospital’s window, all that was present were the lingering scent of antiseptics and Seoul’s incessant view. A designated nurse recurring once in awhile, it was definitive that he the brunet was going to spend his Christmas alone; his members and girlfriend pursuing activities, his mother settled across the country, his father overseas. His individual unit was filled with only sheets rustling beneath him and the clock’s unabating ticks: solitude has never felt so lonesome.

    “Merry Christmas,” he mutters, an attempt to occupy what did not exist– what wasn’t there. The door swung ajar, Changkyun would have heard if he paid some heed. Just promptly after he lets sleep inundate his whole body, boisterous yelling chorusing with mirth was heard. 

                                              “Merry Christmas my little baby saeng!”

“…Merry Christmas, hyung. Where have you been?”

[changkyeun]

「 I made something for you. I wondered if it was too cheesy of a thing to do, but if someone were to do this for me, I’d appreciate it a lot, so I figured you might too. A collection of songs I like, plus an extra song that may or may not be an Oh My Girl song. I hope you like it, Changkyun. A playlist of my feelings, let’s call it that. 」

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