( sms ; 공주 ) i'm probably the last person you want to hear from and this message is being sent on impulse ( sms ; 공주 ) i don't know what to say. ( sms ; 공주 ) does the world ever slow down for you? ( sms ; 공주 ) i'm going insane and i need to be ( sms ; 공주 ) shaken back into reality. ( sms ; 공주 ) anyway, good luck on your exams, jung.
( ` past midnight, these texts are inevitable. it is a habit, more irritably, it’s his habit. lee taemin has made a habit, a godforsaken routine, out of contacting her when inebriated—krystal guesses it’s inebriation, because despite herself she knows him and his vices and his mannerisms too well—through texts and the occasional voicemail. of course, she doesn’t make a habit of reading all of them, but there are instances in which she’s unable to help herself. in which the distraction that is taemin manages to seep through the cracks of an otherwise well formulated fortress of cold indifference and here—here, she is chapters deep into her review for exams and on her second glass of devil’s sin. here, she can’t fucking help herself. )
( sms → lee taemin ) and what? i’m supposed to do that for you?( sms → lee taemin ) welcome to reality, lee. where you and i are no longer on a close enough basis for texts like these.( sms → lee taemin ) get your shit together.
( * you’d think he would have learned from the last time he had decided to message the younger girl. he had been left without a cellphone for weeks after his unfortunate tantrum and for any other teenager that time would have been disastrous for their social standing, risking to fade into obscurity. but let’s face it, lee taemin and his reputation were currently minimal, thrown into the abyss without care. he was nobody and the sad part of it all was that he was indifferent to it all. now he had no expectations whatsoever when he messaged his ex-girlfriend since more often than not he was ignored or blocked. they weren’t even acquaintances or closed as she pointed out but she knew him quite well, possibly more than his own family knew him. a faint smile tug on the corner of his lips as he responded. he was amused contrary to the annoyance his messages portrayed. )
( sms ; 공주 ) well, fuck. ( sms ; 공주 ) you do know how to kill my mood. ( sms ; 공주 ) and that is easier said than done. we can’t all have our shit together. someone has to be on the bottom rung for you to shine. ( sms ; 공주 ) consider me your sacrificial lamb.
















