[/he gulps down another mouthful of old alcohol and mixer, grimacing at the sour taste of apple. he thought he had sent a text to minseok but he wasn't sure if that had been the right number. so he tries again.] txt: last wrd game. topic: fruit innuendos. i'm 1st. banana. if you cant think of sth drinkk alchol goooo! [/breathes out, settling back down on the cool hardwood floors of his flat, trying to ignore the nervous jitters in his stomach that told him this was probably not minseok's number]
( ` brows that knit upwards, fluttering eyelids when brown eyes blink at the bright glaring screen of a phone with a confusing message open. lips pressed into the default half-smile, fingers hovering over a keypad, thinking of what to text back; if he should text back. yixing looks up, looks around, and there is no alcohol anywhere near him. no banana either, or any fruits. he keeps looking at the contact name but he can’t see if it’s an unregistered number or a name. out of panic the first and only things yixing sends is — )
( txt to — ) watermelons