#247taehyung

[247jh-blog]

✉⁇$♀

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

(2011) [ txt -> tae ] why’d you pick him :( deleted!

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ txt -> tae ] yyeyes of c imdrunk kkkkkkkk its me w hat do u expet????lol

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ txt -> tae ] pics or it didn’t happen ;) [ txt -> tae ] wait[ txt -> tae ] fUCK sorry that wasn’t for you hahaaha whoops!! bye im deleting see u never again

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ txt -> tae ] you don’t have to pretend to like me yknow

[247yg-blog]

❝ Come back to my arms. ❞

BTS ↳ SENTENCE STARTER PACK — accepting!

“in a minute,” the words muffle themselves around the cigarette in his mouth, taking a long drag before blowing it out into the slightly cold seoul air. 

he likes coming to taehyung’s place for their (increasing number of) booty calls because it meant he could take a few moments after to stare out the window and enjoy the view while going through a pack. (if he ignored the whispers of ‘prostitute’ running through his head when he left right after). it reminded him his troubles are small — nothing he can’t get over (especially that one lying in a bed behind him).

he always does get a growing itch to smoke when he’s around taehyung, his hand twitching uncomfortably at the empty grip of nothing in his fingers. 

he only hovers for a few short moments more, shivering slightly as the wind hits his bare torso, before he stubs out the cigarette, throwing it to a corner of the balcony floor. there’s a tight feeling in his throat once he’s inside as he slips off his slippers and gets back into bed. it’s still there as he wraps his arms around taehyung’s waist and pulls him closer towards him, as he inhales sharply at how good he smells. 

(a lot like home, if home had a smell). 

he’s still not used to staying after the sex, a concept still so foreign to every fiber of his body, like the reappearance of taehyung in his life still was, a voice in his head reprimanding him for being so easy. yet still he brushes his lips against the other’s throat and half whispers a goodnight. 

he could hate himself in the morning.

[247yg-blog]

@247taehyung​

( sms: ignore) i don’t want t — deleted! ( sms: ignore) why — deleted! ( sms: ignore ) delete mine first then lmao

( sms --> fuck u ) already done.  ( sms --> fuck u ) don’t bother messaging for ‘favors’ either, i’m done with your shit.

[x247sumin]

@247taehyung // continue from here. 

( sms: badass babe) wooOOOOOOOW ( sms: badass babe) big night huh??? ( sms: badass babe) could have invited me ;) ;) ;) 

( sms → blond tae ) that’s a long wow ( sms → blond tae ) apparently my night ain’t small so  ( sms → blond tae ) give me reasons why should i??

[x247sumin]

[text] Black, red w/ lace or sheer white????

reaction text meme: currently accepting.

( sms → blond tae ) idk what you’re up to this is both suspicious and good( sms → blond tae ) but if it’s me i would definitely choose black because life

[247baekhyun-blog]

@247taehyung:

( sms: that bitch ) o: o: oh boy !!!!!!! ( sms: that bitch ) im alone ( sms: that bitch ) spill all the tea 

(sms: backstabbing slut) ok are you ready?? (sms: backstabbing slut) i saw this while scrolling on tumblr (sms: backstabbing slut) image (sms: backstabbing slut) and it made me think about you ♥ (sms: backstabbing slut) lol jk

[247namjoon-blog]

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

[ txt: taehyung ] gdi taehyung give me my shirt back i need it [ txt: taehyung ] just because you were the only person i could find who knew how to clean dog shit from a shirt and i forgot it there doesn’t mean you can keep it :(

[247jongdae-blog]

( wait a minute )

@247taehyung

he’s bruised all over, feels an aching in his back, stomach, chest -- just anywhere that he can feel he aches. the blood against his lips is dry and it’s corners are beginning to turn a shade of purple already. he knows he looks terrible, has probably never looked this bad in his life except for that one time in elementary school when he’d gotten the role as a tree in a school play and they’d decided to paint his whole body in moss green (he hadn’t been able to wash it off for a good week).

perhaps if it were any other time he’d immediately cab to baekhyun’s place, send his friend a text and just lie there and contemplate the meaning of life. if it were any other time, he’d find solace in his best friend’s room. but it isn’t and jongdae too tired, too disappointed in the other boy to even want to face him.

but it’s too late, he’s already at the macheon hill community and it’s almost out of habit that his legs drag him to the fourth lane. he stops of course, mostly out of realization but also because the aching in his legs has him wobbling, momentarily leaning against a wall.

“ah fuck,” he breathes, clutching onto his stomach.

he makes a turn, finds himself at the second best place to reside in (anywhere would be good, jongdae just needed something to drink and a place to rest). he finds himself moving towards the third lane and stopping at 304. ah. 

kim taehyung. perhaps the last person who’d want to see him right about now. but jongdae could honestly care less the stinging on his face and the stampede going on his stomach acting as a source of distraction of his current relationship status with taehyung.

he pounds on the door unceremoniously so, over and over again. maybe if he didn’t pass out soon he’d apologize -- he’d see his mood.