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[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life

more texts for you bitches / accepted

[ SMS : youngjoo ]07:30PM: well at least i’m a little informed now07:31PM: daddy kink rite?

#melinoen #▪ ↺ ’ ᵗᶦᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ’ — sms.#▪ ↺ ’ ʰᵘᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᶦᶰᵉ ’ — memes.#▪ ↺ ’ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ’ — answered.

“ i don’t know if i should help you or if i should euthanize you. ”

` accepting starters from here .

“Oh come on baby I know I’m the Top Dog but it’s not meant literally.” He says the words with a wide smile plastered against his face, arms up in a confident shrug. “If you can’t decide, I’ll decide for you and I’m gonna go with the first option. Now I wouldn’t be asking you for your help if I didn’t absolutely need it,”

And need her help he did. She was the only one he trusted besides Ko or Ash to be left in his apartment alone while he attended a work meeting that he had to go to in only a little over an hour. Usually Zack was well organized and his house never looked the way it did right now, what with cups and bottles scattered across every possible surface, other wrappers and trash tossed around carelessly and even a few unidentified clothing items lying around. It was all the remains of the huge party that he and his best friend had thrown and just like any other, it was wild. His expression falters, queasiness rising as he takes another look around at the mess whispering the words oh god beneath his breath.

“Look, it is not like I can just clean it later. I’ve got a date after the meeting. I’m not gonna have time to clean up and get ready for that too and I can’t blow her off again please I need you. If you do this for me, I won’t hit on you for like a week. I also won’t call you babe, baby, babygirl, babydoll, etc. and anything else you want. Like you name it, I got it. And if its anything purchasable keep the price range between one and one hundred dollars at most. A hundred and one dollars with tax included.”

#melinoen #// hope you don't mind this being pre-est #`ans.

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our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella / ( accepting )

Silence fills the air.

Silence is interrupted with the sound of echoing rain surrounding the tunnel.

Thunder is roaring truculently at the frangible glass and chaotic sea, a menacing ray of thunder seizing her off guard. Days like this, the girl would find herself embracing her sympathetic grandparents, battling against the destructive pounding of the storm that did not seem to cease. She always found herself adoring the diminutive beads of rain; nonetheless, never of thunderstorms. Storms only brought back the memories of despondency and despair that roamed around the world, although such remembrance always remained in the bones of her body. All she can do is desperately pray for this catastrophic war to come to an end, as her entire figure trembles along with the gushing wind thrashing against trees.

Her dainty jaw part extensive enough for a scanty gasp to escape her rosy-tinted lips, when the genuine touch of the Youngjoo’s hand in hers allows a streak of warmth to run down her spine. The thunderstorm doesn’t bother her anymore— as a matter of fact, the contact of the girl’s fingertips established somewhat of a blockade for her, firmly protecting her from the storm that looked as if it were about to consume her as a whole. Something like this was never familiar to Joohyun. Affection was something she could never dream of. Who would ever dare to offer a hand for a girl who had prickling thorns stuck on every inch of her body? She seems as if she is standing somewhere in between reality and dream— as their eyes meet, the other seems to signal her as if she’s telling her everything will be fine. And it works. Everything suddenly feels fine.

It feels nice. It feels nice having someone. The two aren’t close— they never were, after all. It even might have been an overestimation to describe the two’s relationship as friends. They were friends, friends who juxtaposed each other too often. Joohyun was overly fragile and the other never had the patience to handle her. In fact, no one had such a skill to manage someone like her. She was a pandora box. A pandora box full of conflicted misfortune that released pandemonium and uproars into the atmosphere if slightly opened.

“I’m sorry about how cold my hand is. They say people with hold hands have warm hearts, don’t they? I’m also sorry for picking such a terrible day to see you. Hopefully the storm will end soon, I mean, they never last too long. I actually have this terrifying fear of storms, if you haven’t realized already. It’s kind of obvious though, right? Loud noises just seem to make me uncomfortable for some reason.” Babbles of unnecessary inquiries slips off her tongue, which only results in second hand embarrassment for Joohyun. She doesn’t expect a response— she merely desires to carry on a conversation that will bring the two closer.

“Thank you for everything today. I’m glad you are here with me.” A petite grin lingers around the corners of her lips, as she reaches for a blanket in her bag to securely wrap the two together. She pulls the other in an intricate manner for a tight embrace in gratitude, hoping this feeling of comfort will last forever. She takes a diminutive step in considering the girl as someone she can trust, someone she won’t let go of.

The book marked a new page. A page filled with a new beginning.

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