Oct 3, 2014
"Why are you in my bed?"
-he laughs lightly getting up, pulling my cloths on- seems we got quite drunk. and someone decided to take me home
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"Why are you in my bed?"
-he laughs lightly getting up, pulling my cloths on- seems we got quite drunk. and someone decided to take me home
boldheartedtragedy reblogged your post and added:
"It wasn’t nothing" he poked the others side. I...
t "What ever do you mean Kibum?" He smiled innocently
-he lets out a swear nearly falling over from the impact of running into someone, (it was his fault for not looking of course) slipping his phone into his pocket he glares at the other- watch where you're going dumb ass
#boldheartedtragedy: Kibum looked down at his phone, blinking in a bored sense at the message. He didn’t know this person, nor did he know how they got his number. A quick thought flashed through his mind and he permitted himself a small smile and a mental pat on the back at his smartness. Fingers flying across the touch screen, sending a quick be there soon as a reply Kibum tucked his phone into the back pocket, setting off down the street and couldn’t help but think this mortal dug his own grave. If this human was in hospital, he must be pretty weak. He could finish him off easily, and it would look like he died in his sleep. Walking into the hospital a few minutes later he looks around the waiting room before sending another text.
[✞ sms : unknown ✞] What room?
Minho grinned at the text he had received back before sighing as he looked out the hospital window. Perhaps playing basketball with the University's team professionals wasn't the best idea. Big brown orbs gazed down at his wrist that was completely bandaged from his knuckles to the mid-section of his forearm, he let out another sigh in relief that he didn't hurt any other real major part of his body—looks like someone isn't going to be making coffee for a while. His attention was brought to his phone once again as it buzzed, using his free hand—and thankfully, his good one—to reply to the text; little did he know that he had punched in the wrong number intitially, actually expecting his Hyung to come around.
[ txt : xxx-xxx-xxx ] Room 101. I'm hungry too, did you bring anything for me to eat? ㅋ