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[ txt ; Alyssa ] your hair looks so good blonde oh my days

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Cue the criminal clicking his tongue, averting hisheterochromic eyes away from the other as shespoke words of worry and displease in his actions.The promise was a lie done to ease the other’s co-ncern revolving around him only for it to ascend lat-er at the sight of him drenched in blood, both hisand others in the midst of their struggle for what isleft for them to survive.

Her eyes gazed frustratedly over the note he slipped into her fingers. She could imagine a somewhat aggressiveness in his voice stressing every words slipping past his lips, as if proving he is right and she is wrong. How she wished she could do a little bit of an eye rolling at his exaggeration but no, any wrong moves will lead them to endless argument. And a lot of papers being wasted. Does she really want to handle him at three am?  — Definitely not. Why is this drama still ongoing anyway? How many episodes exactly left to be aired? Her patience is thinning. Their relationship is heading south thanks to her coming home late every Thursday which resulted him in missing his drama for at least twenty minutes from the beginning. In her defense, her work comes first to support herself. The problem in general is him. She couldn’t understand the reason of him hogging her television when his, has been revived weeks ago. “ I’m - I- I feel so touched you hold my apartment in such high regard, really. You made it sound all pleasant of course, like this is some spiritual retreat or something. Here’s a suggestion. Why not, let go of your apartment and just move in here? I could rent out that space you’re occupying and the television to you. I mean, it is your favorite spot in my living room after all.  I’m not at all looking at a very high price, but how about USD$ 5,000 per month? It is a good price to be honest, you get a couch, the tv and you get to see your good friend, me, all the time. What do you say?” 

The boy narrows his eyes at the other human in the room, rolling them in passive exasperation while a smirk he pushes onto once parted lips. It’s three in the morning and her words are like sponges doused in frustration, soaking up the sarcasm flowing within her veins before being sprinkled all over him. He reaches over to rip off another post-it, scrawling his thoughts down on the surface while gaze alternates busily between the screen and his calligraphed work.

Spiritual retreat huh? More like living hell with her around. Well, in the happiest way possible of course. One knows how tough it is to break a habit, what more a steady ritual that has been going on for months on end? He’d fold himself into a ball outside her apartment, waiting patiently for the owner to return from work before bounding into the cosy interior and plopping himself at his spot on the couch. Snacks were shared, drinks too when she was feeling more hospitable than usual, but only words remained between them now.

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING  [ accepting ! ]

▸ SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING! (KISSING).▸ ACCEPTING ;

Cue Lily’s soft petals gap along with emerald eyes blinking at the other withboth surprise and confusion mixed into her fair countenance; She can almostsee an imaginary Satae on her shoulder, reminding her that being selective inwho’s worth receiving what she can offer have lead to dull sex and bothersomecompanions but then again, the other is quite attractive but her urges do not e-ncourage her and neither does the sufficient knowledge of the other.

     ‘ It’s my day off tomorrow. Let’s drive around the city,               have lunch, a little bit of shopping, before ending the              night with a movie. Anything, just as long as we make                                                                 up for the lost time.’ Her heart had fluttered in surprise at the plan proposed over her phone the night before. It felt almost unfamiliar to hear him proposing the plan and even rare when he initiated for them to spend time in the public. On normal basis, hanging out together with the idol would more than often mean lazing in front of her flat wide-screen television. Last night. he expressed his wish to break the tradition. She had gone to bed, full of anticipation — only, to be woken up dampened by the atrocious weather. The heavy rain fell and spattered to earth viciously. It had called upon the strong wind to aid her in a sly natural attack to Seoul so much that it was impossible for anyone to be on the road. It’s a wonder that Kikwang even made it alive to her doorstep. They spent ten minutes figuring out the best way to kill their boredom but it was his last suggestion which resorted her into agreeing passively. His back up plan was less than interesting but doable for the unexpectedly brutal cold day. He might have sensed her disappointment. If there’s one thing about him that’s deemed attractive, it would be him being sensitive and is always good at detecting her, and other girls’ perhaps, emotions. “You’re in luck.” She commented upon hearing his ideas. Inquisitive eyes traced his footsteps as they disappear into the kitchen, as she follows after him. A soft smile turns at the corner of her lips, brightening up her sullen face. ”I happen to be an expert in making an awfully delicious hot chocolate. And I don’t prepare it just for anyone. However, you might want to take up the responsibility and prepare the smores for us? Though, I suggest we should come up with a punishment or something, should you burn ‘em — ”

What a day. What. A. Day. His first day off in how long and it was ruined by rain? Numerous flood warnings bantered throughout the dorm and it irritated him. He had a day planned out in detail with his friend and now they had to change everything up just because of-- rain. Pouring rain. How nice. But with the little help from his members, Kikwang got a few indoor ideas that the two could do instead. 

Having arrived and settled in, he brought the necessities of their newly planned activity and, in a way, was excited about it. He knew she was just as excited as he was about the original plans but he also saw that her mood had a slight drop to know it wasn’t being carried through. With a little push, Kikwang had her smiling again and he loved it. But soon his own smile faded when he listened to her last words spoken.

Send “✆” for a morning text.

[ sms: Aly ]  Alyssa, good morning! Did you sleep well?[ sms: Aly ]  Don’t forget that you own me a dinner. Just because ;b

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

[ sms: Aly ] I wish i didn’t have to lie to you about my bruises but it’s for your own good.

Send “☎” for a rushed text.

[ sms: Aly ] bbl, lunch time.

Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

[ sms: Aly ] dsflkjfdlskjlkfj i think i wsaw WONBIN. TT ~ TT he’s married.

Send “✿” for a suggestive text.

[ sms: Aly ] don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?                    don’t you wish your girlfriend was sweet like me?

[ sms: Aly ]  DONTCHA. k k k k  k

Send “ø” for a late night text.

[ sms: Aly ] i. can’t. sleep.[ sms: Aly ] i. need. sleep.

Send “✘” for a hateful text.

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