#247wheein

( txt >> $100 ) do you really think i didnt wash it ( txt >> $100 ) i have at least that much self-respect left 

( txt >> minnie mouse ) listen ( txt >> minnie mouse ) its not that bad ( txt >> minnie mouse ) ATTACHMENT ( txt >> minnie mouse ) i just saw it and thought of you! ( txt >> minnie mouse ) :D

reaction text meme: currently accepting.

it has become a regular thing for kyungsoo to take the role of the housekeeping at yifan’s house for weeks now, especially during the days where the older male has to take care of his business outside of seoul.  everyone knows how... fussy, the doe-eyed male can be when it comes to the cleanness of one’s house, and his older cousin can’t even walk normally without bumping into things in his own house on a daily basis. so he finally took it to his own hand when yifan accidentally burned his kitchen down.

things kind of escalated from there; now kyungsoo might as well call himself the housewife with the amount of chores he’s in charge of. cooking, cleaning, laundry... not that he minded, really. he sleeps over at this house lots of times too. it’s only natural that he feel obliged to at least contribute to someting, right? yifan isn’t finicky as he is when it comes to laundry, so kyungsoo can at least drop those heaps of clothes off at the laundromat and clean the house while he waits.

but what he didn’t prepare for, was to find a rather slim-sized underwear with frills in his clean laundry bag--wait, make that another two, and five more... bras? kyungsoo knows exactly how perverted his cousin can be, but to find these ‘things’ in his possession prompted a worrisome thought in kyungsoo’s head. just what kind of porn did yifan watch in his free time? and what does this mean? is he trying to tell him something? dammit, he must look so dumb right now with his face staring down at the pink underwear in his hand.

“.....note to self; do an intervention about this when yifan-ge gets home,” he sighs out loud to no one in particular, before shoving the item back into his bag. he really doesn’t need anyone to spot him holding a woman’s underwear right now.

[ text >> my ⭐️ ] i have to tell you something

[ text >> my ⭐️ ] just promise me you’ll believe me

[ text >> my ⭐️ ] i ask of nothing more

( sms >> precious wheeinie ) hmm. okay.

@247wheein

it doesn’t happen often; actually, it hardly ever happens that baekhyun prefers something else than going out, that he wants to just stay inside his room instead of jumping headfirst into the next best party he can find, dancing and drinking the night away.

it’s weird to baekhyun when he’s in a staying-in mood, but he’s learned not to fight it, not to drag himself outside into some bar or somewhere else and instead going with his impulse to laze around.

besides, he knows the perfect person for those days, his one person to be completely lazy with.

and so, the boy steps out of the car and into the humidity of the evening, not sparing the driver a single glance – and yes, even though they live in the same neighbourhood baekhyun still let himself be driven over to her place – gracefully walking over to the entrance of the girls home, the huge plastic bag in his hands rustling noisily, bumping against his leg with each step.

baekhyun doesn’t knock, doesn’t ring the bell, his free hand immediately reaches out for the door handle, smirking lightly when he notices that it’s not locked; wheein probably forgot to do it.

literally everyone could just walk in there and do god-knows-what, hurt her or steal her stuff, whatever, but it’s not like he’d care if something would ever happen to her, he’s just here to casually hang out for a bit, he could always find someone else, so, he really doesn’t care.

[ text >> my ⭐ ] im fine [ text >> my ⭐ ] im finejust answer me

[ ✉ sms >> precious wheeinie ] it doesn’t matter, the important thing is that we’re not going to end up together.