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@kwonry:
( sms ⇢ stel ) HAHA. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE TO ASK YOU. ( sms ⇢ stel ) please tell me this has a good ending and you aren’t just updating me about your sex life
( sms : private ryan ) WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ( sms : private ryan ) well it was going to end with me asking you to hang out, so if you’re not busy :’) ( sms : private ryan ) look, me not insulting you for once. let’s see how long it lasts-- do you want updated on my sex life?
@1konicalt:
“Will the coffee be fresh and roasted? Hmm, well.. It’s been in my nature to be a little bit of an ass. I guess you will have to tolerate me the next time we talk. Though unlike how I typically like my coffee which is, black, I won’t treat you that bitterly. How about a pinch of sweetness, Sunyoung noona?”
“Fresh and roasted? You’re quite demanding, aren’t you?” The words spill easily from her tongue - as was typical of nearly every time they two met. Frankly, he’d been more than ‘a little bit’ of an ass. There’s quite a good deal of rudeness or rash behavior that she can tolerate, but there’s a fine, fine line between what is and is not manageable, and he walks it every time.
His words draw a rather dramatic roll of her eyes, followed by an exhale. “Oh, so now you’re trying to win your way to my heart with coffee puns, hm? You’ll have to try a bit harder that, you know.” She’s toying with him, of course she is; he’s a tad too serious for her liking, though that’s nearly to his advantage. All the better to mess with.
With the delicate grip of her fingertips on his upper arm, her lips, colored with a sweet shade of magenta, curve into a knowing smile. “I’ll have to tolerate you, though it’s getting a bit difficult, Hanbin.” There’s an unnecessary stress on his name. And why is that? To make him a bit uneasy? No, rather to keep him guessing. Was she serious?
@lifeinthehive:
( → ) Was she serious? He stared at her in silence wearing what could have passed for an expression of indifference if not for the way his brows lifted slightly, showing a mild sense of apprehension. He hated physical contact, for the most part. There were, of course, some exceptions. It boiled down to a matter of trust. Something he didn’t easily have with others. Having only recently met her, and being convinced to allow her to drag him out to an afterparty, he needed to rethink his situation. Being only one drink in, he wasn’t nearly as relaxed as he could have been. ‘Should’a brought the morphine…’ he thought, clearly taking his time with answering her rather aggressive question. This was one way of pushing himself out of his comfort zone, an attempt to help him get a better handle on socializing. But could he continue on the entire night like this on only one drink? No. Without a word, his fingers slowly laced themselves between hers, his grip loose while he turned his focus onto the bar. “If you’re gonna be that demanding all night, I’ll need more to drink.”
The inquiry in itself was enough to elicit a string of chuckles from her lips - and not those that were customary: those simple, blithe giggles that result from any type of flirtation or affectation. This was hearty, genuine entirely, and the result of her nearly preposterous advance - “Are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what, bitch?” isn’t exactly a common result of a sober tongue. But, for the most part, it was - save a drink or two.
Though, like most other words uttered from her pair, there was a reason for such. Let’s just say.. he wasn’t exactly the most loose, fun person to be with - put simply. That’s not in insult, seeing as she’s not one to abandon anyone (she might be an asshole, but she’s not flat out rude). He was interesting, it just took a bit more effort, a few more touches to his shoulder, or his arm, or a few more questions or tosses of her hair - or, of course, an outrageous remark that would force him to open up a bit - than usual to draw information from him. Not that she minded.
In truth, she wasn’t expecting him to actually do it. Her perception allows her to take note of what’s undoubtedly coursing through his brain: means of an escape. Her suspicions are validated, then, at his words. So in response, she merely leans a tad closer, her free hand rested against a patch of skin on his thigh - just above his knee - the thumb of her hand in his delicately stroking the back of his palm. She’s careful to lighten up a bit, ensuring that her tone remains light, playful.
“Hey, if another drink is what it’s gonna take to get you to have at least a little bit of fun, I’m down. It’s on me.”
yeolkeot:
Two different walmarts and you think you’re a pro? Do they have your picture printed on the door outside? That’s making it big. That’s making a statement. There’s a few grocery stores and strip malls and trust me they know me. You’d rolling with the best if you could handle it.
hey, hey, i never necessarily said i was a pro. there’s always room for improvement, you know? so i’m sure that under your delinquent guidance, we could make quite the impression in every damn store in the continent if we wanted. we’ll be like the modern day bonnie and clyde of fucking around in stores.
yeolkeot:
“getting kicked out of walmart for trying to ride the bicycles around the store.”
done it twice, no lie. two different walmarts. honestly, i think they learned my name. are there walmarts anywhere nearby? because i doubt they know me yet.
@97street:
[ sms: electric eel ]: honestly did you just [ sms: electric eel ]: im fuckign laughing [ sms: electric eel ]: fucking* [ sms: electric eel ]: i don’t think you should ever say that to anyone
( sms : nuri ) *chris brown voice* since we’re talking about my dick why don’t you say hi to it ( sms : nuri ) i think it’s too late to take it back ( sms : nuri ) you’re already feeling the effects of my churns ( sms : nuri ) CHARMS
text: FUCKJ FUCK MY GLASSES FELL INTO THE TOILET
☄ realistic text meme
( sms : (50 shades of) gray ) PICK ‘EM UP, DUMBASS
( sms : (50 shades of) gray ) use that overweening testosterone of yours to MAN UP, BEND OVER, and GRAB THEM.
couleurx:
[ SMS: stella ] ew, coffee? you’re kidding right? how about.. me? ;)
( sms : jinri ) okay, well i’m not gonna lie, you’re better than coffee ;) ( sms : jinri ) also leave my instagram selfie alone, crotch shots are the best shots.
