#kjungsj

[seollioure]

`*&. kjungsj;

( sms. ) seol, you can’t just steal people’s clothes e - e ( sms. ) but i guess… i can let you keep it ( sms. ) it looks better on you anyway ( sms. ) but you can buy me lunch in return!

( * F(x)’s 수정 ! ) _ But I steal people’s clothes all the time :c ( * F(x)’s 수정 ! ) _ Ah... then I’ll give you the shirt back...   ( * F(x)’s 수정 ! ) _ Buying you lunch is no better than going bankrupt at this point... 

[kryptonos]

"If you’re going to stay, don’t hog the blanket."

kill your darlings sentence starters // not accepting. 

two in the morning isn’t a good time to be awake, let alone be speeding through the empty streets of seoul with an almost empty tank. he has no one to blame but himself– a favour put off for far too long, slipped from his memory, a forgotten promise. the book sits on the passenger seat snugly and he wants to roll his eyes— mostly at himself. she needs it tomorrow and he doesn’t have a choice, he can’t put it off any longer. 

he arrives unceremoniously at her doorstep, book in hand, glasses perched at the tip of his nose. a key is retrieved from under one of the many pots of dying plants she has seated on the ground (he’s surprised one’s broken in yet) and he’s opening the door soon after, the hinges creaking softly in disapproval. it comes as no surprise to him that she’s still awake— curled up on the sofa with blankets draped over her form. a tub of ice cream sits between her knees and she’s got a spoon in her mouth, eyes still glued on the television screen even though he’s now standing beside the couch. it takes a throat clearing to get her attention, but when he does, she seems unfazed, hands only coming up to push him aside slightly with a quiet mutter of “you’re blocking the screen”. he sighs exasperatedly. 

“i brought your book”, he replies softly as he places it on the armrest (he’s always been too soft on her). she doesn’t acknowledge it, which has him grumbling, deciding to push her aside gently and settle beside her, blankets now pulled over his lap. this catches her attention, and for the first time in the night, she’s looking at him. “don’t you have somewhere else to be? mr i’m-too-busy-to-have-fun?” it’s teasing, and he can’t stop the playful glare that he directs at her. “i… have no more gas in my tank, so i guess you’re stuck with me tonight.” it’s a half lie and she knows it, but only hits him over the head with her spoon with a quiet “if you’re going to stay, don’t hog the blanket.” the smile that creeps onto his lips is subconscious but not unwarranted as he murmurs “gross” in the most disgusted voice he can muster and proceeds to steal her ice cream.

[ieuijin]

@kjungsj:

( sms. ) WHAT’S THE EMERGENCY ( sms. ) IF IT’S A BOY I’M GOING TO FIGHT HIM ( sms. ) ben & jerry’s cookie dough?

(SMS > Soojung) IT’S NOT BOY-RELATED (SMS > Soojung) I stubbed my toe against the foot of my bunk bed :( (SMS > Soojung) cookie dough or cherry garcia please :( :( :(

[qeiran-blog]

dear soulmate/eternal wife/bae-est bae aka dylan ;-)

dear smol saltmate,

i see what you did there, sending it in so that you can add on to the number of titles you have ;-) but they’re all true, so i’ll let it slide. also: warning, this letter is going to get all sorts of gay.

i think i’ve written you many of these, but somehow; i never run out of things to say. but i’m gonna start this one out differently. i usually say this at the end, after all the sappy shit, but here it is upfront. i love you. i know i say it a lot, but it’s true. and nothing will ever change that. bees could contract a virus and mutate into huge ass, scary as fuck killer bees tomorrow and i’d still be yelling “i love you” with a tripled layered voice, while running the fuck away. (i also love how we make everything an inside joke) does that make any sense? i don’t think it does but you’ll get me, you always do. i’m not an expert but i think i’m right !

it’s scary sometimes, how alike we are in so many ways, from the way we think, to the things we enjoy— and i suppose that’s one of the reasons why we understand each other as well as we do. it’s crazy how well we click. and i’m thankful, every second of everyday, to have you in my life. because i know that i can talk to you about anything without fear of being judged or ridiculed (ok maybe a little, but it’s lovingly). you’re honestly the only one that i can talk to 24/7 without tiring myself out (it’s amazing because we are both hermits), because conversation comes so easily and i find myself not having to filter my words around you— i can be myself. whether it be sharing songs or watching weird ass videos or just ranting about everything and everyone, talking to you has been and is one of my favourite things to do.

basically, what i’m trying to say is that— i will always be really fucking confused as to why you put up with my salty rambling ass, who gets hurt far too easily but still refuses to listen to your advice. but whatever that answer might be, i’ll take it without question, because jfc, i’m lucky as hell to have this privilege.

i also want to say that i know how tough things may seem now, having to juggle school and a billion other responsibilities— all while wanting nothing but to sleep all day. but!! i also want to tell you that i will always be here, with lame ass jokes ripped off tumblr, gifs of idols that you thirst after, and food— lots of food, when you’re feeling overwhelmed and you feel like you can’t stand another day in school. you’ve got this, okay bae? i believe in you!! a couple more papers to go and we can binge watch all the series that we’ve been wanting to (but thankfully having a smidgen of self control not to) watch.

i love you!! and i’ve got your back. happy 1 year 8 months???

tol bean

[xdaehyvnx]

[`whispers] i miss you too. oppa, tuck me in? sleepy...

Aww, cutie. Okay sleepy head. -eye smiles as he pulls up the sheets and tucks you in, pecking your forehead- Sleep well okay??