calling 1-800-daehan for a good time / ft. @daehanbn
she’d almost parted ways with ‘tobi’ without hearing this golden nugget of information; bitna had raised her hand to predate a large, grateful wave goodbye when her dealer had spilled a valuable token of information. ‘i don’t really know why you’re buying the regular shit when daehan got the good stuff off of me earlier today.’ bitna had stitched together a poorly fabricated excuse as to her unknowing faux pas and quickly removed herself, rushing back to her dorm with only one goal in mind: to tackle kang daehan to the dirt for his crimes against her.
she slams her bedroom door shut, throws her bag to the ground, and whips out her phone to hastily text the object of her (dis)affection.
sms – king daehan ♡:
hey asshole
tobi spilled the beans
YOU GOT THE GOOD SHIT WITHOUT ME?!?
I’M SO OFFENDED
I’M COMING OVER, DON’T MOVE, DON’T BREATHE
WHEN DID YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME ON MY PHONE
she doesn’t wait for the ‘king’’s reply, and is almost out the door before she realizes: she’s not wearing a bra. and then bitna remembers the last time she’d had an ‘adventure time’ with daehan; rest in peace, her cute lace victoria’s secret. maybe bra-less is the way to go today. it only takes her a couple minutes, tops, before she’s standing outside of daehan’s door, one fist knocking incessantly and her face set in a deep pout of annoyance. “hey, daehan, open up you scumbag! if you started without me i’m going to cry!”