The funeral was over, and the only one left in the building was Krystal. It was an open casket; she had made sure of that when they had asked her to plan Arden’s funeral. How sick and twisted. She had to see him one last time before he was buried and gone forever.
“Hey, you idiot. I can’t believe you went and died before me. We’re supposed to grow old together, stupid. You’re not supposed to leave me alone.” Her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. Her throat closed, and she furrowed her brows, waving her hand in front of her face, as if that would dry those invisible tears.
“You were supposed to be here, next to me. We were supposed to leave Mugunghwa together. You promised me; why did you break your promise…?”
Don’t worry, Krystal. We’ll leave, together. I promise. Hey, don’t start crying, you brat. You’re making the milk all salty; that’s gross. You’re ugly when you cry, you know?
Of course, she had thrown an orange at him, but he had caught it and laughed. Arden had pulled her close and continued to tease her. Krystal had shoved him mockingly away, but he was persistent. And so their fight of hugging began. In the end, Arden won, but Krystal preferred it that way.
I’m kidding. You’re beautiful.
“Stupid, who is supposed to bring me cake now?” The tears started to fall from her eyes, and she tried to laugh, wiping furiously at her eyes. She didn’t care if her make-up ran, didn’t care about anything at all.
Krystal had so many regrets. She regretted not spending more time with him, teasing him less (although, that probably would’ve gotten him worried more than anything), and just… treasuring him more.
It was too late. Krystal never got to say those words. She never got to say,
☂: Something from their childhood that they still love.
Already answered~ c:
★: Their desktop background.
( click )
But is it really such a surprise?
♖: Describe their weakest moment.
Already answered~ c:
♛: Describe their bravest moment. .
Krystal’s bravest moment was finally deciding to stand up to her parents by fighting back. She stopped going to her lessons, extracurricular activities, and even at one point stopped going to school entirely. She finally decided to resume her life again when her parents agreed on letting her have more free time.
♚: Describe a a silly moment they had.
Once, when Krystal was drunk, she ended up walking straight into a pole, face first, and cursing it out for being rude. Needless to say, she also tried to punch whoever (ahem, sorry, Arden) tried telling her that the pole was not a human being. After wards, she proceeded to sit there bawling her eyes out when she realized how much it hurt (since her head smacked pretty hard).
❤: Five compliments from my muse to yours.
“You know, you dance like water. You’re so fluid and natural. It almost breaks my heart, Mr. Natural Talent.”
“Your hair color really suits you, Jongin. Maybe next time, we could go get our hair dyed together!”
“Thank you for being there for me, Jongin. Thanks for listening to what I had to say; it means a lot.”
“I swear, you should never stop dancing. Talent like yours cannot be wasted!”
“Oh my god, that picture looks great. The way you centered it, and the focus?”
✦: Five insults from my muse to yours.
“You call that choreography? Please, that just looked like a baby seal trying to flop around.”
“Why would you ever choose this as dessert? It looks like puke.”
“Dear god, please don’t tell me you paired that shirt with those pants. Jesus, Jongin, are you high?”
“Jesus Christ, don’t you dare hug me. You smell like rotten flesh right now. I don’t care if it’s ‘just sweat’.”
“For the love of all things holy, please get that shirt out of my view. It’s hideous, just like you. No, I’m kidding. I love you~” /hugs/ “But I’m serious. How dare you buy that shirt? Do you have a death wish?”
۩: What's their patronus?
Krystal’s patronus would be a cat. She looks and seems delicate, but she has quite the claws on her and is always ready to strike out if anyone bugs her (especially about her food choices).
News of a party had spread over Mugunghwa as quickly as wildfire. And in a few seconds flat, both Arden and Taemin had already found her and suggested that she spend Friday night at this particular social event. And really, who was she to turn them down?
As Krystal arrived in front of the house where the party was held, she tilted her head to the side. The booming house seemed to be shaking on its hinges, the pounding bass echoed throughout the entire neighborhood. The flickering lights seemed inviting, and the amount of student bodies draped over the stairs along with the numerous cars parked haphazardly all over the front of the house gave away the sheer number of people in attendance.
Just having gotten out of the cab, she looked around, wondering if her two friends had already arrived. And if they did…. how the hell was she going to find them? Shaking her head and deciding to just go ahead and enter the house and go from there, Krystal made her way into the party.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] ardennnnnnnnnnnn. halp. i’m hungry and dying. did you buy me food yet?
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] go get your own damn milk . this is mine.
❂ for a text about another character (specified by asker)
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] what do you want idiot.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] sulli’s with me. girl’s night out.
☮ for an apologetic text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] so, i may or may not have thrown the last orange at you. sorry.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] oh wait, i think i threw the last lemon at you. b/c i am currently eating the last orange. sorry again. ♥
ღ for a friend-crush text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] cute guy 12 o’clock
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] o shit. wrong person.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] um i mean. he’s cute as a friend?
♆ for a sext
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] attachment included : img
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] a sneak peak… >;)
☯ for an adoring text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] hey arden. i like you.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] now buy me a cookie.
☽ for a sleepy text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] i mIsS yoU.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] i’m too TIreD to even type coherently.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] probably goIng to rAGrat this in the morn’’’’’’’’ - zzzzz.
✂ for a catty text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] You know, that shirt looks really cute on you.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ]Oh, sorry autocorrect. It looks atrocious.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] But the other day, I saw this girl wearing the exact same shirt. Maybe you guys should be a couple, seeing as you’re wearing her clothing anyway.
$ for a lying text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] i didn’t set the tree on fire. stop accusing me of things, you lil shit.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] why do you always assume every fire related thing is my fault anyway?
⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] HOLY SHIT.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] Did you send that to me because I sent you mine?!?
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] YOU JUST WAIT.
♬ for a music rec or lyric text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] attachment included : love_somebody.mp3
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] I really want to love somebody. I really want to dance the night away~ (hint that person is you.) … I think about you every single day~
♣ for a bitching text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME IN HERE.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] I HATE YOU. AND YOUR ORANGES TOO.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] I’m not talking to you anymore.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] We’re no longer friends, you little shit.
★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] attachment included : thisisme.img
So, maybe Krystal shouldn’t have tried to set that cat on fire. But, hey! She was trying out an experiment. Okay, that’s a total lie. She just wanted to set the cat on fire. Its tail was on fire for a moment there...
“Ms. Jung, I hope you’re ready for one hour of absolute silence.”
She blew a sigh past her lips, legs on top of her desk. Detention sucked, and it didn’t help because she was getting hungry. The grumbling coming from her stomach did not help the hour pass by quicker, and she glared at the professor still sitting in his desk. Why wouldn’t he just leave so she could ditch anyway?
“Feet on the ground please, Ms. Jung.”
Krystal grumbled something under her breath before planting her feet on the floor. Who knew what he would’ve done if she hadn’t followed his instructions? She might be a rebel, but she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t need an extra hour.
Digging around in her bag, she discreetly pulled out her phone quickly choosing one of the contacts located in her Favorites tab. Tapping on the only contact labeled, “the idiot ♥”, her thumbs moved across the keyboard to write out a message to said receiver.
[ sms → the idiot ♥ ] “come break me out, loser. i need help. oh, and bring me some food.”
She glanced up from her phone for a moment to watch the professor before groaning once again as she slammed her face against the desk. She just hoped help would come soon because she did not know how much longer she could survive in this hellhole.
Once upon a time, Kyungsoo had actually tried to study in the time between classes. With a book perched in his lap, he would sit in the window near the Western entrance to the Math and Science complex. Now, he lingered in the Poppy Cafe, bag hung on the back of his chair with his cute and shy act. His fingers tapped away at the on-screen keyboard, followed by a string of bunny emojis so he lived up to his toki-toki nickname with one friend. In the next chat, he followed his reply with a dozen question marks. Like a rolodex, he scrolled through his list and gave them what they thought they needed, under the guise of sincerity.
In five minutes, he patched all the leaks before they started and boredom followed. As much as he enjoyed the daily grind of hearts and puppy dogs, he wanted something more, something greater than cutesy chats and reassurances.
He yearned for the ability to order those about him without so much as lifting a finger, but it seemed people out in the real world were far clingier than his father’s help. Even when he did fulfill his daily quota of friendship, the returns yielded far less than desired.
Kyungsoo was getting nowhere fast. Sighing, he climbed up from his seat to get a refill of his coffee, phone still out and unlocked in his hand.
