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✉ text ⇾ sugar daddy

Sora: hey

Sora: hey hey hey

Sora: hey

Sora: guess what

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✉ text ⇾ sugar daddy

Sora: hey loser

Sora: where are you

Sora: i have food and kisses

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✉ text → love of my life

Sora: i miss you already can we go back on vacation right now

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✉ text → sugar daddy

Sora: it's almost that day of the year again

Sora: that day where you pretend it's not that day

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✉ text → husband

Sora: LEE KYUYEOL

Sora: I HAVE A FUCKIN BONE TO PICK WITH YOU, SIR

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Sora knew she was already on thin ice with Kyu, even though the night was only half over. She knew she’d be on thin ice the second she’d seen her costumes, and she knew she intended to make it much worse. She always made it worse. It wasn’t entirely her fault; she hadn’t been the one to choose her outfits. She certainly hadn’t objected, but she hadn’t picked them out. But he made it so easy to tease him. Kyu didn’t have much self restraint and Sora….used it to her advantage. Their stage had ended not too long ago, the next song in the set not even finished yet, so she was still dressed as a sheriff. A rather unprofessionally dressed one, sure, but an officer of the law nonetheless. As she walked back toward her dressing room, she spotted her fiance walking out of his interview and took the opportunity to sneak up behind him. “Hey cowboy, come here often?” she laughed, wrapping her arms around him from behind and pressing herself against him.

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✉ text → husband

Sora: you know I think about you a lot and I also think about random things a lot and sometimes I think about them together

Sora: and I've realized that we're kinda like a way cooler, way less dysfunctional, Korean Edward and Bella

Sora: you're hotter than he is by a lot but I mean he sparkles so he does get some bonus points for that