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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
(sms: that bitch) you know that deep down i do genuinely like you right — deleted!
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
(sms: that bitch) iMMso fucki ng bored(sms: that bitch) wanna get high lmao
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✉ ; ø
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
(sms: that bitch) you know that deep down i do genuinely like you right — deleted!
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
(sms: that bitch) iMMso fucki ng bored(sms: that bitch) wanna get high lmao
“Who were you with?”
Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!
It was 3 am.3 IN THE MORNING.
Wonpil rolled away from his phone and covered his head with the cool side of the pillow. A muffled groan escaped his lips as the phone kept ringing, even after he didn’t answer 2 times already. Who could be calling him at this hour. Not his family would call more than once after a no answer. But this one just kept going. He rolled closer to the phone and his swollen eyes checked the number. He didn’t recognize it and that just made him more confused.
“Hello?”“Who were you with?”
Wonpil closed his eyes and let out a sign. Drunk dial. Just his luck. He licked his dry lips as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Look, it’s 3 am and you have dialed the wrong number. Have a good night.” After that, he clicked end and turned off his phone.
[text]: word on the street is you got laid last night. i need all the deets!
✉️ Replying @247baekhyun!
[ Text - Bacon ] But I don’t kiss and tell ;)[ Text - Bacon ] Shit tho, who sold me out??
“I’m not doing this.”
four word prompts - closed!
His personal psychiatrist said if he doesn’t try to make peace with others, then he will not be able to achieve peace in himself.
That sounded like what a philosopher would say for Jeongguk, and not a real advice.
Being “positive” and “trying to reach peace” were things Jeongguk actively sought out. Sometimes the world doesn’t try to help him have them, and his mental state was not taking it well. That’s why there’s his psychiatrist to help him, right?
So why did the doctor advised him to meet up with Baekhyun and “try” to mend things up? (Which was really weird to begin with because they have nothing to try to mend; they hate each other, and that’s it.) It took a very hard blow in Jeongguk’s pride to swallow it and ask him personally to spend time with him. Just the thought of it made his skin crawl from disgust, and now that he’s actually doing it? Might as well throw up then and there in front of him.
So guess what happens when Baekhyun did not realize what Jeongguk was trying to do by “asking” him to hang out, and replied with a simple four word sentence; an enraged Jeon Jeongguk, losing every peace he had stored in his self and inevitably blow up with an exasperated groan.
“Listen here Byun Baekhyun,” he had grabbed the other at his collar, closing their great distance to a rather very close proximity against their faces that their noses are just a few centimeters apart now. “I’m trying so hard to keep up with you, alright? I want peace, and if I can’t have that by at least being civil with your face, then don’t be an asshole to me whenever we breathe the same air around.”
He had then let go of the other, not letting him speak as he had turned his back on him to let go what truly hinders his peace.
“Just stay with me.”
FOUR WORD PROMPTS — accepting
The light is lazily sneaking in through the blinds, soon washing over Jiyong’s face with pleasant warmth yet also with brightness too irritating for him to keep his eyes closed. Leisurely glancing over the place to state his current location first of all, the familiar surroundings ring a bell immediately. Although he easily recognizes Baekhyun’s apartment, their clothes scattered across the floor and an empty bottle left among them aren’t helpful enough to recall the last night. Well, not like he searches for any hidden meaning of it. The scene is clear-cut.
A raspy chuckle escapes his mouth as he’s busy with scanning the state they left the room in. Fortunately, he hasn’t noticed any shattered vase for which’s damage he could be blamed for later on. Trying to noiselessly roll onto his other side, he slightly pulls the blanket closer to himself before Baekhyun’s asleep face falls into his sight.
Getting up by a bit in attempt to spot his phone somewhere around, in this silence he’s probably making too much rustle so he chooses to lie down again and stare absently at the ceiling, whilst trying to figure out what hour it might be. Not like he’s hurrying anywhere, though. He’s just used to for being gone in the morning but at the same time his empathy tells him not to disturb the younger male’s sweet sleep.
Even a barely audible sigh seems to be thunderous when it’s solely their stable breaths filling up the quiescence. Looking beside, he notices his jeans to be within reach. Checking on Baekhyun whose mind is most likely still occupied with dreaming, Jiyong stretches his arm towards his previously set aim. And then the sudden voice decides to almost give him a heart attack.
Turning to the other, a gleeful grin lifts the corners of his lips as his arms swiftly wrap around Baekhyun’s waist. “But only for ten minutes more,” He whispers lowly, gently tightening the embrace.
“You always this quiet?”
FOUR WORD PROMPTS — accepting
None of the memories of Baekhyun he has made over the years is worth remembering, yet he undoubtedly left a permanent mark which only makes this single year in Cheongnam High unable to forget. After graduating Junhoe simply wished for their paths to never cross again. However, his dreams rarely come true, especially when he hopes for something with his whole heart.
A few minutes have passed from the moment Baekhyun decided to sit by the same table as June, although the café still had plenty of chairs spare. And the so awaited morning coffee couldn’t bring him any joy anymore. Every next sip seems to be even more bitter than the previous one, its warmth almost burns his throat as he attempts to be done with his cup as soon as possible when the male before him is in no hurry. The smirk spreading across his lips immediately remind him of the cursed senior year he’d had. All the books that fell prey to Baekhyun’s spiteful excesses unceasingly linger in his mind. May they rest in peace.
He keeps on avoiding the gaze that nearly pierces through him like a needle or a sharp knife. As he raises the cup up to his mouth again, in order to have the very last sip and flee, then the voice that had always succeeded to send shivers down his spine and plant fright in his eyes resounds.
Indeed, Junhoe has changed his attitude a lot since high school but he’s more than sure about Baekhyun not mending his sick ways.
“I just think we have nothing to talk about,” He responds in a voice close to a whisper, his eyes hesitantly glance towards him, feeling his heart beat faster as though he’s witnessing a terrifying ghost appear in front of him.
Byun Baekhyun has been a ghost haunting him for all those years, mercilessly.
No homo bro.
🐼 Flirtin’ with @247baekhyun!
They say hot girls are usually the crazy ones. Seungri agreed wholeheartedly with this statement, having had first experience himself. He picked Sophie up at a bar on a Friday night and after a whole night (and morning) of fun, that was when all madness set in.
First was a Facebook status update. This happened the very next day and Seungri had to meet up with her just to clarify that they were nothing more than a hook up. She broke into tears upon hearing how he defined them but asked for one more ‘hook up’ nonetheless which Seungri complied without much persuasion. Call him crazy (maybe insanity can be passed through bodily fluids), but he could not resist a hot girl when offered.
Next was an invitation to have dinner with her family on Friday. It seemed the second time gave Sophie the wrong idea. This time she would not take no for an answer. He went and the night ended without her in his bed (sadly), but Seungri was not too broken up about that. Rather, he felt very sorry for her parents.
There were many more instances after that, one thing was clear, it was hard to shake Sophie off his back.
Seungri slumped onto the couch and leaned on Baekhyun, sighing. “Bro… I need help,” They may be in a club right now but Seungri had absolutely no mood for partying. Not with this situation he was facing. Who knows, he might end up flirting with another deranged lady if he tried.
[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone
[ text -> bacon ] Omfggg sooOoOOooo sorry King B
[ text -> bacon ] Jk I was just at work x_x
[ text -> bacon ] What’s up???