I only love food. And myself. And food.

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[ SMS - Jun; ]. I WILL CHILL WHEN U GET BETTER [ SMS - Jun; ] STOP DRINKING [ SMS - Jun; ] IM GOING THERE IN 15MINUTES [ SMS - Jun; ] DONT MAKE ME SEND MORE KNIFES AF ?!!!!111

[SMS: KaTY] PLS DON’T COME HERE, ‘M SCARE D OF YOU NOW [SMS: KaTY] I’M GOING TO CRY IF YOU COME HERE

Sitting back in her seat, she stared at the sheet of paper flawed with her handwriting, bobbing her head to the beat that was quietly resonating around her. Kisum pushed back from her desk, her chair rolling backwards towards the couch her phone was left on. Leaning back to grab her phone, she blinked at the notifications. “I’ve missed so many calls…and I’ve got a voice message,” she muttered to herself. She listened to the message and laughed a little. She called back the younger. “Hey, which restaurant are you at?” Kisum went straight to the point, getting up from her seat to walk to her front door, grabbing her jacket from the hook and slipping it on before exiting out of her apartment.

Junhwe gave a visible and audible start when his phone finally rang. “Oh! Hello? Noona? I’m at the Honey Pig-- This auntie is starting to hit me. Doesn’t she know who I a--Ow! Ahjumma! Please don’t do that! Hurry hurry, I’m scared for my life now.” You can hear him start pleading with ahjumma again and arguing over how much he ate. 

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