#247jongdae

[x247sumin]

@247jongdae // continue from here. 

( sms : sumin ) nah im pretty expensive on weekdays ( sms : sumin ) jk yea im free whats up??

( sms → jongdae ) nice joke you got there bro i’m impressed ( sms → jongdae ) just wondering if you wanna hang out wit me : ))

[247baekhyun-blog]

;; see through me

@247jongdae

{ - he’s not sure why there’s this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that seems to come so close to something like guilt, something baekhyun usually never feels towards anyone. but this time he does, this time he feels guilty and baekhyun just has no clue why; it’s not like he hasn’t done stuff like this before. and he’s not sure why he’s so nervous about seeing jongdae in the first place, he didn’t even sound pissed off about him, at least he did write very different from how he did on the day gossip girl revealed the faces behind the blasts, so why does he still feel nervous? why does he still feel regret gnawing away at him.

a sigh slips past his lips and he cups his face with his hand, fingers nervously, impatiently drumming against his cheek as he stares down at the tip of his shoes, white material dirty and looking worn out. - } “where the fuck is he…” { - another sigh comes from him and his free hand taps the display of his phone, checking the clock on the lock screen only to see that it’s still ten minutes before nine, still too early and baekhyun feels like he’s been sitting here for over half an hour, waiting – and he has, because he’s been ready way too early out of this weird nervousness. he closes his eyes, wishing for jongdae to just come early and save him from his nerves. - }

[247baekhyun-blog]

@247jongdae:

( sms : the favourite ) idk why but i mis –– deleted! ( sms : the favourite ) you know im not mad –– deleted! ( sms : the favourite ) sorry i was at a gig whats up

(sms: good one) i miss you? ; — deleted! (sms: good one) i want to see you can we me ; — deleted! (sms: good one) nothing (sms: good one) i just wanted to check if you reply properly to me again

[247taehyung-blog]

[text] I know you said not to clean your room, but it was filthy- also for future reference, hide that in your sock draw and not under your pillow next him.

( sms: that other bitch ) oh my god( sms: that other bitch ) idk how much i trust u cleaning my room but aight( sms: that other bitch ) its more at hand under my pillow tho ;) 

[247kyungri-blog]

✱ ⋮ ↺ * PEP TALK ━ !

                        （  ✉  SMS ; Kim Jongdae ）!! ➨  I saw the blast a few days ago yet only managed to text now due to a few business appointments. ➨  Why do you get yourself in such predicaments? And why haven’t I heard of any of this before now? ➨  We need to have a talk. You must be free today at some time. Answer me immediately. ➨  Would you like for me to bring over anything? How about a Merlot? 

@247jongdae​

[247jh-blog]

[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone

[ txt -> jongdad ] OMG i’m not ignoring you i’m sorry!! i literally could not find my phone for the past 15 minutes cause apparently i put it in the fridge at some point last night[ txt -> jongdad ] i’m surprised it’s still working hahaha[ txt -> jongdad ] what’s up tho?? is something wrong :o

[kookie247-blog]

[text] You left your shirt and I’ve been wearing it all day, so now it’s mine

send me a text! - accepting!

[ text > jongdumb ] : GIVE I TBACK

[ text > jongdumb ] : IDC IF IT’S ONE OF MY HUN DERD WHI TESHIRTD GIVE IT BACK THAT’S A PAR TOFM Y FAMILY

[247jiyong]

— Take Shelter

( — @247jongdae )

tw: mentions of blood & abuse

Resting hands on his knees, Jiyong bends forward and lets his head hang loosely as the dizziness soon splatters his vision with little black dots. Ouch. The metallic taste graces the tip of his tongue as he licks his bottom lip leisurely. He wants to straighten up and return the punch he was gifted with, yet his legs barely keep him standing still in one place and his head is just too heavy for him to at least lift his gaze.

He could’ve avoided it, indeed, but he wanted to feel something else than the overwhelming weight of thoughts brimming at the back of his mind. With his luck, it could be pretty predictable that once he would finally decide to go out after the blasts going viral, he would have the complete opposite of fun.

A mirthless smile tugs the corners of his mouth, a bitter and barely audible chortle resounds under his breath upon remembering the words that provoked him earlier. Inhaling deeply, he can already imagine the back ache that’s going to accompany him tomorrow and for the next couple of days, probably. He glances down at his almost untouched knuckles, the guy still standing in front of him was sober enough to dodge each hit Jiyong attempted to serve.

Despite the pain and stiffness, he eventually draws himself up to his full height, which still doesn’t make him any taller than his opponent who decides to flee before Jiyong even lifts a finger.

With eyes narrowed, he looks around his surroundings to briefly state his location. He’s at the back of some sleazy bar and the next thing he recognizes is the nearby building of Bukdong Apartments. So now he knows that it’s too far for him to walk back home and his wallet is most likely emptied, therefore a cab isn’t much of an option neither.

On legs as exhausted and ponderous as his, covering a seemingly short distance is taking not only time but also extreme loads of effort. And seeing the staircase he’s about to battle doesn’t help him in keeping up with positive thoughts. He clutches on the railing tightly, dragging his feet up the stairs as though he’s hiking a mountain. Victory. Spotting number 404 is near to a blessing. Forcing himself to take some steps more, he soon knocks weakly in hopes that Jongdae isn’t asleep yet.