#!letter

[PT: Glitter you say? /End PT]

For a drunk text/ letter from my muse to yours.

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to: yeol ★

{ text } yeeoolllnnggg ~~ ♡

{ text } ♡♡~~~~~~~~~

{ text } fkjdasfh acdsl ol

{ text } kekkekeke confess n i like ur butt kekekeke

{ text } yeolngnfdgsd i miss u

{ text } i jack off to u??//?

{ text } hcanyeol where r u im tired

{ text } i miss him

{ text } y rnt u replyin :((

{ text } do u h8 me?hung? :(

{ text } duck you!!!!

{ text } i meant fUCK KEKE

for a letter from my muse to yours.

Dear Kev,

When I first came to jeonjin, you were the guy from my floor that worried over whether or not I’d survive living with my roommate and offered to call the police in case anything were to happen. No worries though, Chanyeol’s harmless! (but please have the ambulance on speed dial just in case thnx)

Anyway, I guess for the start of the year you only knew me as the guy that frequently fucked your roommate! And uh, yeah. That’s true. Ha.

For that one time I tried hitting on you and deflowering you I’m sorry!

┐('～`；)┌  But hey, if it wasn’t for that we wouldn’t be great friends, right? 

I hope you don’t mind me barging into your dorm and chilling with you and Taemin from time to time! 

p.s; when you finally feel man enough to lose your v card the first person you should come to is me because i’ll treat you like a princess (just ask taemin) (▰˘◡˘▰)

For a goodbye letter from my muse to yours.

Hey Yeol,

Surprised? Well, so I am. I really don't know where to start so I'll just get to the point.

I'm leaving.

And I'm sorry that you have to find out this way. Hell, I'm sorry that I'm even leaving but I have to go. My mum's been bugging for me to return and I honestly, really don't want to leave you. 

When I first came to Jeonjin you were the first guy I met and I'm glad that I had you as a roommate. And well, you know I'm no good at cheesy things right? So I'll keep this letter short.

Firstly! Feed the ducks! And make sure they don't get lost behind the bed!

Secondly! Don't go around burning stuff! You're gonna burn down the whole school before you know it.

And thirdly, don't forget that you had me as an awesome roomie! 

Hehe, I love you my hubba bubba! Don't go breaking things!

ps; I left some pizza by the counter. 

Your cool roommate,

istg fine but im only doing one for you heh

a proposal/confession from my muse to yours.

Hey Taemin,

We've been friends for as long as I can remember. I mean, you've always been there for me and stuff and we're bros... right?

Haha... wrong. I don't know I mean like sometimes i dont want to be wait no i mean... Like, I've always wondered what it would be like. To be more than bros. You know? 

Like what it would feel like to bring you out on dates in a romantic kind of way and wow I'm no good with words. 

But what I'm trying to say is, I think I like you more than I should? Like, you give me a boner in more ways than one. Like not a penis boner but a heart boner. A heart on. You give my heart an affection errection.

Love yo lol uhm,

It was strange to her, extremely strange that she hadn't met this Prince yet. A self-proclaimed prince, she knew there must have been something wrong if she didn't know of his title or his residence. But with a quick sigh, she slipped the heart shaped letter under the door and went her way.

Dear Cheondung, 

I don't believe we ever met. Though I've passed you a few times in the past, and you reek of sweet heaven and it was a mixture of bittersweet loveliness. Please tell me how you manage to have a scent of that sort. And perhaps that's what you're the Prince of: bittersweet pastries that I cannot taste of because that involves immortality. Though I digress and the Princes I have met do not possess such crescendo of sadness that you seem to possess.

And that your hair is pink. Not a lot of people I know have/had pink hair, perhaps, Harpies but you are a prince and not an insane creature with yellow beaks and feathers sprouting around all over your body. I hope you do not take it in the way that I insult you for having eccentric hair colors and reeking of a bitter alcohol. They say the Princes that reek of such alcohol live in kingdoms of ice, are you from that kingdom? Do you sit in a throne of solid water and smirk at your subjects because you are truly better than them and you'd like to break their bones, put them back together with water and watch them suffer once again? How cynical, how memorizing, almost like a waltz, left hand on your shoulder, eyes looking straight past you.

It might be a cowardly thing to do, but in my eyes, this kind of madness is beautiful and amazing like breathing fire like dragons in stories or how you manage to become cold-blooded in a kingdom of ice. I'd like to know your story, Prince Park, I'd like to know the lines of your veins or if I can trace my fingers across your shoulder blades, stare at the ice that you emit through those dark eyes of yours and breathe the scent of your bittersweet alcohol, will you let me? Or will you turn to me ice and watch me crumble? Please tell me Cheondoong.