elusive

You be a raisin’ my dick.

I don’t have a mom.. thanks a lot

I like how you’re trying to be mean but you’re such a baby.

I don’t speak wanker ~

No I’m not crazi, I’m thai

No I’m thai

Are you Billy Bob Jr?

You got that right. Crying is definitely for the weak. Jeez, though. What’s with this Efron guy not returning your feelings. I’ll teach him a quick lesson and maybe he might think twice about how he feels towards Son Haeun. But, aye… psh. No getting emotional. Remember: crying is for the weak. I’ve been here and there. Nothing too amazing, really. I’m here now and that’s what counts so… TIME TO GET TURNT, BITH.

SMACKS

( txt ): …what are you even talking about? ( txt ): i’m not near you! ( txt ): are you drunk?

〈 ✉ ⇢ seolhyun 〉 : um fuck....?? i’m not drunk... why r u accusing me ov this shit

Slashing at the screen of his device, Junhoe found himself frustrated when pronouncing each word with the use of his mouth, venturing to correctly spell out each and every word he desired. This, however, was not as simple as it had been planned. For a mind like his own, it was impossible to grasp the odd sounds which occurred, uncertain which letters helped create the unique syllable. He was lost, anger evident in his message for both his own failures but also, the unreasonable disappointment in the female’s reply.

Dusting the front of his blazer, a pleased curve broke out across lips. He honestly wasn’t one for such occasions and the attire that the brief insisted on everyone wearing was most definitely far from any wardrobe he had in mind. Despite all this, Junhoe agreed to do so anyway. It couldn’t be of any harm, could it?

The fuck is a ‘bith’, you baby ass hoe.

“if your ex is anything like me she must be super pretty.” usually in a scenario where she was boosting her confidence she would be beaming anything in similarity to a smile, yet his explicitly was potent enough to cause her to grimace into an initial scowl. and normally, if she didn’t know someone well enough she would certainly feel quite offended right now too. but there wasn’t that problem with junhoe, no– the only problem here was his lack of filter and obscure way of showing his sincerity to others. even to suji, the girl who was always nothing but sweet to him. sure, she had a mean retort planned out in her head, the continuation ‘also super smart, creative, and successful. basically… everything you aren’t,’ nearly falling off the tip of her tongue– but she was too nice for that. she was always too good to him. which maybe wasn’t such a bad thing.

“now, tell noona how much you love her so she can give you a big hug.” she wasn’t giving him the option to oblige either, her arms were already extending outwards by the time her sentence was halfway complete. “come here!”

The ill-mannered male simply sneered at his friend’s counter-response, facial features oozing with a crude sense of disapproval towards the notion voiced. Of course, Suji was undeniably beautiful but to ever pry this fact from Junhoe’s lips would be an absolute pain in the backside -- he was just as stubborn as he was rude. Arrogance adorned his upright stance, though, at this moment in time he should be anything but that. It was his uncanny confidence in his own words that lead such empty lies to read truthful. An ex-girlfriend was all but an illusion of his past, not having a single romantic interest in his twenty-one years of existing. Sure, he had an ever-flourishing list of one-night-stands, but they were all nothing but a casualty of his hormonal needs.