It was sunday and Bora simply wanted to rest, she worked hard on her last project so now she's at home. Having her maids serve her this and that while she lounges in her open living room. Reading a book with not much things in her mind to worry about. Even if her phone was buzzing on the incoming phone call, she ignored it.

Turning her phone down with the screen facing down the glass of the center table. She doesn't seem to be bothered by it. Whoever it may be, they were just disturbing her me time. Barefoot, she heads to the garden at her front yard. Taking a seat under the sun, reading her book and having a glass of lemonade that sits under the shade of the large umbrella. She was partly surprised at the doorbell. Her twin maids heading towards the gate to see who it was. She sticks herself to reading the book once again.

"Miss Bora, someone claims to be your friend is looking for you." Bora furrowed her brows and got up, walking towards the gate to have a look before she even tells them to open it. Who could it be? That was the only question she has in mind at the moment. "Soojung?" Furrowing her brows as she eyes the female as soon as she sees a glance of her face.

texting meme [✦]

Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text

[ AJ → Soojung ] you know you’re like really pretty.[ AJ → Soojung ] i wish we could’ve talked more that night.[ AJ → Soojung ] i would love get to know you more.

Send me  ♣ for a drunk text

[ AJ → Soojung] IOIOM MNOOIOT DRUNKLKLK[ AJ → Soojung] I SAWEARAR TOPOP GOOD[ AJ → Soojung ] WHYYPOP WOONTRYE YOOOIU BBELLIUEEVE MLME

Send me ► for a text not meant for you

nonsexual acts of intimacy drabble memes [✦] 

♗:Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

Finally the movie was done, the credits were already rolling. This is definitely one of the most boring film she have ever watched. Why did Soojung even chose this film for them to watch anyway? Did she find it interesting because for her, this isn’t even close to interesting at all. It was pure rubbish, like it was just filmed for the sake of money not to mention the cliche story line it have.

“Nothing too spicy.”

This had been Jackson’s hundredth warning to Soojung.  She gave him a look for the corner of her eyesand the young man forced a smile on his lips, not wanting to annoy her. Thedemon just needed to make sure that their food wasn’t going to be too spicy.This was a problem he had to face as soon as he arrived in South Korea. To him,Korean honestly didn’t know how to use the spicy spices with moderation.

The first time he went to a Korean’s restaurant, he had gotten out of thereswearing that he would never trust a food suggestion from a Korean chef everagain. His tongue had burned from the flames of the spicy food and his stomachhad been a mess for at least a week. Spicy Korean food was a no to Jackson. However, the demoncouldn’t say that he dislike their food. He had some sort of love-haterelationship with it. Some were very tasty and in some restaurants he had beenlucky enough to order some usual spicy Korean meals without them being actuallyspicy. That had been the first sentence in Korean that he learned as soon as hearrived. At that time, it had been his own father who had taught him it. At least he did some useful for me.

In general, the demon was a terrible cooker. One of his neighbors was theone who usually cooked for him. Take away was also one of his best friends.This was the best way for him, because Wang Jackson was a terrible cooker.Cooking wasn’t something that he would dare to try. Not even in the next life.

“Are you making it too spicy?”

Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours.

Take a prompt here!

The arcade was a great place for mentally unstable people to gather. Well, no, that’s total bullshit - it was terrible, with the flashing lights and loud noises and jesus christ what the fuck kind of colour is that, that’s not even on the visible spectrum! L.Joe, unknown to everyone but himself, was a chromesthetic synesthete. It didn’t affect him beyond adding yet another layer to his oversensitive senses… but here… Here it made everything almost a haze of colour. The mortician already lived deep inside his mind; having another layer on top was almost unbearable.

Still, he’d been commissioned to create something ‘arcade-y’ so here he was. With eyes already bled a obsidian black, L.Joe scanned the room. Games! He liked games, they were lovely and distracting. Bounding over to an occupied booth the blue-haired boy chirped a “hello” to the lady in it. “Oh!” he exclaimed, taking a second look, “why, it’s Miss Swarovski!” His right hand wriggled in a brief wave, lips curling at the edges, bemused. “Fancy seeing you here!” 

In fact, the boy was fairly certain they had never talked before but - as always - he knew who she was, which to him was the only important thing. She gave him a very strange look, to which his response was a brilliant smile, sharp white teeth flashing in the neon lights. “Play a game with me, Swarovski,” he demanded, jet-black eyes wide enough that there was no way she could miss the one tell-tale sign. 

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