#bactcria

[resplexndent]

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!" (feel free to pick any muse)

❛ The Morning After Sentence Starters…

The young poet blinked slightly when the other male started talking to him with a such a tone of voice, lips were pursed as he thought and bit his inner cheek, breathing deeply and calmly --- much different from Jiho, who seemed to be about to explode.

Ryan tilted his head, nhis hand up to scratch his neck, a little bit awkward. After all, it had been just a game ( a game which Ryan actually did not even want to join in the first place ) and the both of them had simply shared a quick peck, what was wrong with that. There was no problems, in the poet’s point of view.

❝ Jiho, calm down... ❞ He said calmly, flashing a small smile at the other before poking his shoulder, a brief and low chuckle escaping from his parted and rosy lips. ❝ It was a just a peck, nothing else... and it’s part of this boring game. Don’t freak out... ❞

[childrenofbloodandchocolate-blog]

"YOU ARE A DICK. Also I'm at your door, let me in." ( jiho > any muse )

Kai laughed at his phone before laying on the table, untangling himself from Taemin’s sleeping arms and walking to the door opening it. He grinned and opened the door wider. “Of course I’m a dick. Tae’s the nice one and Krystal’s the stone cold bitch who keeps us in line. Come on in. The movie might start soon, I think I might have read the TV guide wrong.” 

[livansul-blog]

are you my appendix? because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out. ( jiho > milo )

the half gem stares down at the shorter male before him, he can’t help but burst into laughter, dramatically wiping an invisible tear from his eyes, alcohol clearly on his breath. this a half empty beer pitcher in one hand, his free hand running through his hair. “that’s a new one, i’ll give you points for creativity–” he starts, loudly setting the glass down at the bar before extending his hand out, waiting for a handshake, a wide grin on his face, “i’m milo, nice to meet ya! who might you be, little one?”

[demigodsandbeyond-archived]

[ text ]: Sorry about calling you for pizza last night. I got you and the delivery number mixed up. ( jiho > christopher )

random texts. → ( source )

[ txt ]: Hey its totally fine okay? 

[ txt ]: But I still don’t get how you’d my number for the pizza delivery one ???

[bcrnhater-blog]

{ bactcria​ }

she was one of the quiet ones; introverted to the point where interactions with her peers and professors consisted of short glimpses and quick shuffles, whether it be of papers or her own two feet in order to avoid confrontation. or at least they thought.  soojin giggled to herself as she hurried up the stairs and down the hall to reach jaehyun’s, well, professor im’s, office. the door slightly ajar, her fingers trailed over the plaque containing his name before pushing gently. she smiled sweetly, eyes settling on his figure hovering over the desk, obviously hard at work on something. “oh professor, do you have a minute?” she purred innocently before closing the door behind her with a smirk.