#choitempo

[chaereign]

[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin

more texts for you bitches. * accepting. !!

「— SMS ; AHJUSSI. 」: ...’dyin’ now, are we...「— SMS ; AHJUSSI. 」: how much wine did you have, oppa.

[dlwslrma-blog]

STARTER !

@choitempo

“ did you just drink the whole gallon of milk ? ”

[sxoulites-blog]

Continued from: {x}

She lays in her bed after texting Seunghyun, feeling pathetic. It wasn’t too often Isabella got sick, but when she did, it hit her hard. Though she was nowhere near as energetic as she normally is, she still wanted company, and the only person she could tolerate at the moment was Seunghyun. After all, he’s the only friend she has that doesn’t set her off often and doesn’t lose his patience with her. If she was going to have anybody over, it was going to be him. She curls up in the blankets while she waits for him to show up, unsure of when he will even arrive.

She hears her door along with the sound of his familiar voice calling out her name. Huffing, she turns her back to her bedroom door. Although she invited him over earlier, she still doesn’t want him to see what a mess she is. A couple minutes pass before she hears him enter the room, to which she doesn’t respond to, instead, waiting for him to talk. Instantly, he begins to nag at her about her mess, not to her surprise. His place was always so clean, everything in it’s place as if he was always expecting company and trying to make an impression. Isabella was never organized. She’s not a slob, by any means, but she could never keep anything neat. There is always too much else for her to do.

“Yah! Seunghyun-ah!!” she snapped, turning to face him as she sits up, “If I wanted to hear someone nag about my mess I would have called Nicola. I hear it enough from her!” Isabella pinched the bridge of her nose as she huffed, feeling slightly annoyed. “Anyways.. thanks. I appreciate the favor. Not your nagging though.” 

[udonghae]

@choitempo:

“ I can’t reveal too much. ” his voice was quiet, exhaustion etched into every word that flowed from his mouth. “ Just album preparations and everything that comes along with it. It’s pretty self explanatory. Actually, I’m surprised I got here this early. ”

“Are you seriously keeping things from me now?” He teases, a feigned hurt expression tainting over his features as he clutches his shirt. “Man, I could just tap a woman’s shoulder from the desk inside YG and get the information on my own. I’m asking you out of courtesy and out of friendship here! Do you expect me to settle for that answer when I’ve been waiting here for 3 hours.”