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Text | bling blaine britts

Britt: Lord Tubbington won't cuddle with me :(

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text | hunttany

Brittany: You were gone for a very long time, mister. I missed having lunches with you :(

Brittany: Even though you were with your hot sister and that's totally cool. Did you tell her I said she's hot?

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text -> Santana

Brittany: Hey, you wanna come over and watching something awesome on netflix and eat sour patch kids? I need to relax my brain.

Santana: With my favorite blonde? Of course

Brittany: Awesome. Are you free tonight? Or like, anytime this weekend. I haven't left my apartment since I got home yesterday.

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text | brittana

brittany: [insert address] don't stand me up ms. lopez ;)

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[coffee n kisses] bailey w. seungyoon

[ @hgdseungyoon ] Bailey could only take so much staring at the tiny pup up his table before he dropped his fork down and started wiping his face clean, growling at the clueless animal. It wasn’t that he isn’t fond of dogs, but he can’t exactly be happy when his face is all wet due to the dog’s constant licking. “Tch, shoo. Go bother your owner and not me..” the dancer scolded him like it would had understood his words, shaking his head as he let a sigh escaped him. Looking around the establishment, Bailey’s eyes started scanning the place, in search of the animal’s possible owner but to no avail. Instead, he reached his hand up to gain the attention of one of the younger staff, thinking that maybe he could get some help from him. 

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[brother drifters] bailey w. yongguk

[ @hgdxyongguk ] The moment the door of a white Lamborghini Aventador opened, Bailey stepped out, taking off his glasses and tossed them somewhere in the car in which can be picked up later and greeted the awaiting male with his typical one-sided smirk across his lips. “Aye hyung, what do you think of my new car?” he asked proudly, nodding his head over the direction of his newly acquired vehicle. With the excuse of showing off his new ride, Bailey immediately drove his way to  a dear friend’s place — but truth to be told, he just wanted to share the good news with his hyung. “Got it as a present from my dad after passing this term and getting the highest grade since I went back to university. Should we test it out huh?” he asked, arching an eyebrow up at the older all the while the smirk stayed on his features.

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[train saga] bailey w. daehyun

Lee Seunghyun stood by the tracks with both his hands gripping tightly on the loose straps of his backpack, anxiously awaiting for the next train’s arrival. Peering down over the ledge to look at the rail, a smile forming at one end of his lips as he saw the headlights appear from the darkness, leaning back and stood up straight. 

Jam-packed, pushing only comes natural in a train station, people stepping on each other’s foot that it caused a seemingly slightly older girl to almost trip over a duffle bag on the floor beside them. But before she could fall, both his hands quickly gripped on her shoulders and steadied her. For young Bailey, what he did was nothing, but for the girl, it was a big deal, insisting that she would repay his kindness. 

At first, it was a simple ‘I’ll buy you lunch once we’re off’ but slowly, it transitioned to something more, making the dancer uncomfortable. She was all over him even as he sat down at the corner with his earphones plugged into both his ears, hands roaming through his upper body like she was his lover. And while Bailey is someone who is very vocal when it comes to things that displease him, words died from his lips, refusing to reprimand the female in public. He just settled for a frustrated sigh, directing his gaze over the opposite direction. 

The eyes that met his were a dark hue of brown and Seunghyun can’t help but stare harder, recognizing the owner despite them being strangers. He didn’t knew how long his gaze pierced through the other before he felt a head lurching forward to him, getting so close that he could feel her breath against his neck. ‘Fuck off..’ he wanted to tell her, but still, he knows how to properly treat a girl not to do that. Bailey can just only hope that his train buddy for the past months could read through his exasperation, wishing that he would understand his cry for help after all the glances they exchanged throughout their train rides together. 

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[cup of memories] bailey w. wendy

[ @hgdwendy ] Bailey smiled, waving as the last trainee ran down the road, seeking escape from the unnerving day down the rehearsal studio and return home to the comfort of their warm home. The dancer sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He felt odd but not tired, watching the bustling streets of Hongdae blankly, searching for whatever pleasure he could have for the rest of the day. Rubbing his eyes, Bailey caught himself in mid-yawn, stretching his muscle-pained body mindlessly before flicking the lights off the studio, grabbing his belongings before heading down the street. 

The night air was brisk and the lad was welcomed by the cool touch of air, shivering as he was only in his sleeveless white shirt. Quickly ducking into the nearby establishment and walking through the door of a corner cafe he’d never stopped to before to cloak himself from the freezing temperature, he was welcomed by a female who looked all too familiar to him, someone who’s back he could recognize without a second look. No, that can’t possibly be her. he thought as he continued to walk past her, greeting the other available staff instead. Bailey just can’t bear to talk to someone who resembles her.

As he looked through the menu, Seunghyun can’t help but feel like he was being watched, dismissing it as he played it off as a fan who knows who he is. Questioning his urges even as he settled at the far corner of the room, the male did his best to focus on the list of servings and was approached by a presence whom he assumed was the lady he smiled at, attending to him patiently. “Caramel macchiato, please.. make it foamy and more milk.” Bailey uttered amicably, still not bothering to tear his gaze away from the menu as he battled it out with himself as what cake to get to go with his caffeine.