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Forever telling Chayanne because he's "one of the older" being honest with him, reassuring him it'll be okay, saying they're the most important things on the island and that they'll keep them safe
is anyone going to talk about Jon and his soft, anguished "Daisy im so sorry..." or do i have to do everything myself???
What is it with that giraffe and bad luck at the moment?! First the bronchitis that didn’t want to go away and now a car accident?! Don’t do this to me, my heart can’t take it.
( /he pushes two tokens into the slot of the run-down payphone on the corner of the street, the rain battering the glass. He's all alone as he listens to the heart-pounding dial tone on the other end and maybe his breath hitches when he hears Luhan's tired voice on the other end. It's three in the morning, Luhan probably has no idea who he is--it's been four years ) Hello? ( /he pauses ) Have you... been doing well? Eating well? ( /his lower lip is almost raw from chewing on it ) ... I miss you.
( /Lu Han has no idea why on earth his phone is ringing near his head at 3 in the morning, for a moment he thought it was work, and it’s really hard for him to claw his way out of the recesses of sleep, he doesn’t lift his head, just turns it to the side since he’s on his stomach and grabs his phone, holding it to his ear and answering it with a rather muffled greeting, though hearing the voice respond back to him, his eyes snap open, heart stopping, wondering if it really was who he thought it was, he sat himself up, saying naught a word as tears well and clump in his lashes, upon hearing the familiar voice that squeezes his heart so painfully, bringing up beautiful distant yet now painful memories) Jongin…?
brilliance.