#c-vffee

@c-vffee;

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

[sms ; babe] get the fuck up.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[sms ; babe] yooo do u like pineapples bc my drink smells like it lmaooo wtf

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. 

[sms ; babe] i know you’re up, talk to me.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. 

[sms ; babe] so what was that you were talking about.. killing people? who’d you kill?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. 

[sms ; babe] guess who got an a on her test!! bitch!!

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. 

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“what? a shame that you got more injured than i have?”

stupid, really. both of them with blood staining their pale skin and tears kissing their cheeks, an accident that could have been prevented so easily. 

“you’re not fuckin’ dead. stop saying that shit.”

usually, hyejung would have been dreaming about somebody dying under the moonlight. at least it would be beautiful. as its light illuminated along the others skin, but that wasn’t the point. the sun was still out and they were in broad daylight. it seemed as if hyejung was out to kill her, but that wasn’t the case.

eyelids slipping to a close as she saw her friend, dying. right in front of her with no capability to move. physically paralyzed -- or that’s what hyejung thought. it just looked like it, maybe from where she was kneeling. a sharp intake as she inhales, unable to collect the details of what was happening at that moment.

“mina.”

a stern voice, it wasn’t shaky as she expected it to be. what the hell could she do? she had called the ambulance, yes. but would they come in on time? she looks down at her bloodied hands. they were trembling, just like her bottom lip.

fingers now clenched up to a fist-- a hit and run. should have been her who took the bullets. well, both of them had but mina took more than she did. not once, not twice, but three times. it hurt-- it fuckin’ hurt. lying on her side to apply pressure to her wound, it pained to see who was incapable to continue on. it wasn’t hyejung, but her. mina. and fuck it was all her fault. god damnit. she could have reacted sooner-- could have! but she didn’t.

“it was bound to happen later. are you fuckin’ kidding me? you’re young. you didn’t deserve to die.”

could have been a lie, but hyejung reached out when she did.

but their fingers did not touch. and a sick chuckle escapes the other’s lips, it didn’t really shock hyejung. if it were her, she probably would have done the same.

“ yeah?  “

a disbelieving scoff escapes ruby tiers.

“  then what were you doing being chased around by armed thugs? fuck– “

she sighs, lithe digits running through disheveled locks. she didn’t know what the hell he did to piss that horde of buffoons off, but all she knew that the dude was fucked if they caught him. all mina remembered was that she was just coming back from a little scuffle with another gang. then, her body suddenly was moving on its own accord, snatching his wrist and quickly pulling him into the nearest alley before they caught up.

“ nevermind. it isn’t my business. “

the darkness hid him well from her curious eyes. he was taller, that was certain.

she tears her gaze away to rest upon the concrete, shoving her hands in the pockets of her black hoodie. cool metal met her clammy hands, reminding her that she had a weapon lest he proved himself to be a danger. a dull sting from her skinned && bloodied knuckles evoked a slight grimace. annoying, but tolerable.

“ you nearly gave me a heart attack. “

he has to wonder if running is the only thing he can do these days. either it’s running drugs, or he’s running away from another problem. his life consists of these small moments, all pulled together by the same string and the same concept, one he’s lived with for as long he could remember-- he’s a damn coward, and he’ll always will be. his temper may get the best of him, and in that moment, he may think he’s got a fair chance for a good fight. but when it comes down to it, he’s still a kid, and he still lacks the body for any proper street fights. he’s still scared of death, still hates the violence, still doesn’t know where to swing next. 

so maybe he’s stupid. and a little messed up. he’s still alive, and he’ll keep on living. for as long as he can, anyway.

with a sigh rolling from his lips, jungkook glances at the lady, rubbing his hand up against the side of his neck. he was a little surprised when he felt somebody pull him in, and was even more shocked to find it was a girl. though, these days, he finds that women come in all shapes and sizes-- some, stronger than others. 

 @c-vffee ; ✧ ⋆

  「 ♬  」— He gently placed his hands over the table before grabbing onto his fork and sticking it into his pasta bowl, rolling it around slowly and gathering as much as he could in it, then proceeding to lead it to his mouth, opening it widely and chewing on his food happily, humming at the incredible taste it left in his mouth. 

Upon hearing his friend speak Nathaniel stopped chewing for a little while, staring at her with a dumb look on his face, finally swallowing his food and chuckling softly at her words. “Wait what–I thought we were speaking about you! Anyways, how did that work out for your friend? I should try something like that.”