Sep 8, 2017
⚠ @cxjsj ft. @cxnara
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⚠ @cxjsj ft. @cxnara
all the texts 🙂💕
send ✆ for a morning text
( txt → husband from hell ) enjoy your coffee 😇 think of it as a peace offering for last night
all the texts since reception is great @ smart earth 🌝
text meme ft. ji sungjoon
send ✆ for a morning text
( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) I can’t sleep because of this stupid show( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) Is the detective Bumgyun or Woojin?
send ♠ for a drunk text / send ✿ for a suggestive text
( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) Mmmmmmmmmm hyung( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) yo u need to sin more( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) *g ( KKT—Ji Sungjoon ) sin*
🍗 :^)
send 🍗 for my muse’s reaction at yours cooking them dinner
her first thought is: this is poisoned isn’t it?
she stares at the plate in front of her and blinks. one. two. three. and then up at sungjoon, who’s already retreating back to his office, his back turned to her. “you should eat something.”
or at least that’s what she thinks he says. it could’ve been, “here. this fell on the floor. you can have it.” for all she knew.
now that—that makes much more sense.
( when was the last time she slept exactly? she couldn’t remember )
and so she plans to blame her exhaustion if she dies tonight, casting one last look at his open door ( to pre-smite him, set a curse on him, while she’s still alive ) before touching the chopsticks to her lips. she chews slowly.
“did…did you microwave this?”
it follows @cxjsj
"Police are searching for a Yonsei professor suspected of murder—he's considered to be armed and dangerous. Seoul officers say Professor Jeon is wanted in connection for the stabbing and death of a 23 year old along with 5 others...”
He lets out a breath. “Christ.”
The glow of the flat-screen casts pale 11 o’ clock hues, blue and sickly, and he’s alone. It’s another of these late nights, taking advantage of the quiet hours found in an empty office. There’s nothing but the pitch-dark of the hall and the loud roar of the downpour that’s outside, and normally that doesn’t bother him, but he’s starting to feel something creep in, a sick sort of premonition.
From where he sits on the sofa, he has the sight of the doorway at the corner of his eye, which frames only an impression of the hall. For a second, the thunder subsides. A beat.
One, two.
He hears it. The creaking. Faint and awful, deadweight on plywood. Then it stops. He leaves the television untouched as he slowly stands. There’s no real weapons on him. In the little bit of light he’s got, his hands manage to find the next best thing—a potted plant. He moves closer to the doorway, waits.
And it starts again.
One, two—
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send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps
teaching ji sungjoon the basics of latte art was not how yuna imagined spending her night.
or morning, actually, considering that’s it’s now three past midnight at the office.
she blames her cravings—she could only stomach so many energy drinks—and for forgetting that she still had company. sungjoon’s door opens and she stills, hoping to blend in with the darkness, but from the furrow of his eyebrows, it’s clear that he sees her. and the espresso machine. and the pitcher.
they’re hers, of course. the office has nothing fancy, just a simple coffee machine that hardly works anymore after goeun got her hands on it. ( her heart clenched painfully at the mere thought of the incident. ) occasionally sungjoon did allow her to use his personal one, but she was in the mood for something more complicated.
and so she smuggled in equipment from her apartment to make the flat white she so desperately craved.
“this isn’t what it looks like.”
“it’s not?”
but then he does the unthinkable: slinks forward, takes the equipment from her arms, and disappears into the break room, all in one smooth motion.
sungjoon has her make a coffee for him first. and she obliges, of course, already used to it. what harm was another cup? brewing it helps with all the nervous energy she’s acquired in the last five minutes, which fizzles out the moment she pours him his usual.
but sungjoon’s gaze is steel and the staring, when she steams the milk and pulls the espresso for her own cup, never once wavers.
she sighs and waves him over.
which brings them to now—yuna, over his shoulder, guiding his hand over the pitcher.
“here, we can do a heart, since you seemed to have lost yours.”
he ends up having one after all, though, because he offers ( well she says offers, more like she convinces him ) to let her keep the equipment in his office after, safe from curious interns and more importantly, kim goeun’s cursed hands.