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i won’t even lie about this. it wasn’t me, though who ever sent it must have some ulterior motive. { –– he chuckles softly, nodding his head as he had looked over at her, amused that someone actually sent her that } huh, johanna?

ask me!

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

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what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

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what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

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my muse’s last text to your muse 

 "well, i don't think we need to think about that." he nods his head, smiling himself as he notices the expression that she had on her face. "after all, that's the entire point of running away, right? to get away from everything, i suppose."

Send “✿” for a suggestive text. Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

( SMS > Hongbin ) ohngbion ppa. .. ( SMS > Hongbin ) yu o loo k alo t lkie !1! my!1 ! nxte t byfroiend !!! :) :D :) :) : ) :D ( SMS > Hongbin ) osj u zzz zz z

Send “✆” for a morning text.

{ –– he nods his head, a soft chuckle coming out of his lips as he would rub his nape slightly } i’m quite the fan of yours actually, so––it’s nothing.

You are a fan? That’s so exciting, considering how I am a fan of yours too! You are a fan of After School too, I pressume?

♡ — your my muse flirts with your my muse.

flirting. it was something she’d never done before,something she’d never thought of doing. the topicitself was embarrassing ( to her, at least ), and shetried to think of it as nothing more than a mundane conversation between two individuals that were laxaround each other.  so, when the male approached her and introduced himself, she didn’t see it asflirting, but as an act of friendliness, though, othersmay testify. 

the corners of her lips involuntarily twitch upwards as they progress further into the conversation. shenever said much, her answers always short andsweet, but to the point. joohyun doesn’t do it onpurpose. it became second nature to her, somethingsimilar to that of breathing. suddenly, a flicker of surprise clouds her features - he asked her if she’d like to grab a cup of coffee with him. cheeks reddened,though faintly. she’d hate to turn him down and decline, but she was shy, and he was a stranger.

”i’m sorry, but i have to reject your offer,” shebegins, “i’m really sorry.”