* — starter for @hvisson !
* — ( 태 ) ” slumping down onto the white leather couch in her living room, a loud, tired sigh slipped past her pink lips. her short break has obviously ended way too quick for her liking, although it was a fact that she liked being busy from time to time, as she stated a lot of times in shows and interviews. however, being this busy meant she wouldn’t be able to meet her friends as often as before, especially one of her best friends, that although he got on her nerves a lot, she still wanted to meet up with him. call her a masochist, but being around him, somehow, lifted her mood up. maybe it was because his overprotective side, or how he’d take her out to get a drink or two whenever she was feeling down and stressed. with her phone in her hand, she leaned her head against the back of the couch, lifting the electronic to her eye level to see the screen properly. taeyeon knew that at this time, greyson would either be working or napping, nevertheless that didn’t stop her from wanting to bother him. ( sms to: rabbit ! ) i’m finally back from schedules and i’m bored ( sms to: rabbit ! ) do you wanna go out? ( sms to: rabbit ! ) or maybe do you want to come over? ( sms to: rabbit ! ) why are you taking so long to text me back?!?!? are you ignoring me?? i know you are ㅠㅠ * — ( 태 ) ” dropping her hands over her lap, she just stared at a random spot in the ceiling, as her head leaned to the side. “ah... what to do...” the words came out in a whisper, actually talking to herself out loud. if it wasn’t because for some reason, her members and roommates were out at the moment, she’d have, surprisingly enough, forced them to go out with her. either way, a lopsided and mischievous smile appeared on her face. if there was something she loved to do when it was greyson, that was being rather annoying around him by either quoting stuff from her favorite shows and movies, or just searching animal facts on the internet and then sending them to him. after dialing his phone number, she turned the speaker on, clearing her throat to speak before he answered the call. "good evening, idiot! i'll have a trenta, no foam, five-shot half-caf, no foam pumpkin spice latte with no foam at two-hundred and ten degrees.”













