#ichi;asks

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—I completely dislikes romantic relationships. They are just…lies.

—I miss Chéri, my dog. She is stuck in Japan, with my uncle.

—It’s been one month since I engaged myself on a fight- or done anything violent. 

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Send ✆ for a morning text

[SMS] raise and shine, hakyeon ah— cafe is empty, i am bored and my co-workers are lame.

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[SMS— saved as draft] i kinda really missed you when you moved back to korea—

Send ☎ for a rushed text

[SMS]  shitshitshit hakyeon pls tell me you can come to pick me up right now manager-nim is ddddd

[SMS] nevermind, he caught me already

Send ☏ for a loving text

[SMS] cha hakyeon— life wouldn't be the same without you, little shit

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[SMS] HAKyEOOOOnn ah pls tel l me u didtn see my pinK BOxers thiS MORNGign[SMS] waiT NO SHTI YOU SAw ntoing righ t???

Send ø for a late night text

[SMS] where are you? it's late and cold— you always dissapear at night and today i'm kinda lonel....y

Send ✘ for a hateful text

[SMS] i swear to whatever god is up there that i'm going to rip your hair off when i see you next time

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Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[SMS] YoooOO I MIGHT BE DRUNK[SMS] d o i kwno you th ogh?????[SMS] hELLO THERE STRANGER THIS IS MY FACE

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Sunday — Plastic Tree

Sunday, Sunday, tick-tack the clock’s hands tick awaySunday, Sunday, what am I doing? 

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Sadisgate — MEJIBRAY

The inside of that hole is invaded by my poison Before I’m destroyed, I must destroy you… Inside that hole, ruined, can’t I Retain myself by anything other than loving you?

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A moth under the skin — The GazettE

In front of my eyes you’re inviting me and smartly scattering the dust from your wings

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Jewels — Alice Nine

The spring days that you had brought to me Their scent still lingers in that same way Leaving behind the words that couldn’t be said

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Snowflake!

A gift I would get you

A pair of mittens and a scarf— it’s a cold season.

What would I do if you were under the mistletoe with me?

Probably— Kiss your nose, or pretend to bite it—

Do I think you’re a good gift-giver?

I do.

Would I snowball fight with you?

That if you are willing to suffer from a cold afterwards.

Would I sing carols from house to house with you? 

I have a feeling you would try to get me to do that— I’d probably go along and pretend not to be embarassed. Man pride, you know.

Can either of us make a gingerbread house?

I think you can.

Which of us would get drunk on the mulled wine?

Probably you? Takes time to get me drunk, to be honest.

Who would be in charge of making Christmas Lunch?

I would offer to do so, even though I’m not sure of what it should be cooked.

Which of us would be more inclined to dress up as Santa?

I would, but only under the promise of no embarassing pictures and not telling a word of it.

Who would be more generous giving out gifts?

I believe you would.

Which of us would enjoy Christmas more?

You, even though I’d try to actually enjoy it for once.