#cxnara

text meme ft. kang nara

send ♔ for an (past) angry text

( KKT—Kang Nara ) Stop babying him. He’s a thirty fucking year old man and needs to learn how to grow up. And so should you. ( KKT—Kang Nara ) He’s not the same Kiyong you pathetically followed around like some stupid lovesick puppy. Wake up. 

send  ♠ for a drunk text

( KKT—Kang Nara ) Bang bnag( KKT—Kang Nara ) drunkkikwang_gashinagunchoreo.wmv

send ☢ for a (past) desperate text

( KKT—Kang Nara ) Did my package get to you on time? 

send ✿ for a suggestive text

( KKT—Kang Nara ) You want more, don’t you? 

send ✘ for a (past) text that should never have been sent

( KKT—Kang Nara ) He relapsed. 

send √ for a long-winded confession text

rays dimmed into a soft glow, the residual warmth sticks around within the confines of his office and the coziness is lulling. slouching snugly back into his chair, he finds himself drifting, drifting, drifting –– and twenty minutes later he jolts awake with a sore ache in his stiffened neck and an unvoiced groan.

the rest of the afternoon rolls in gradually, at a painfully slow pace.

come over early if you can, she says; it'll just be us few, she says; of course!! you two can leave early, just at least have dinner here, it won’t take long i promise, she says. if there's anything he’s absolutely certain about his mother, it’s her inability to resist company. once, twice and thrice even, it’s all on him. but some time after the nth time of him showing up to a dinner-turned-party with a handful of unfamiliar middle-aged ladies swarmed around him with questions like he’s five, he reckons he needs to stop obliging every single time. to be fair, it’s been a while; though in his defence, thrice consecutively is beginning to push it –– even for him. perhaps his only consolation is the fact that the spotlight has been solely concentrated on nara for now.

( she’s the darling. )

sweet voice with an alluring smile –– to them, her presence is much like the warmth of april nested within fully bloomed flowers, gentle and so very full of life. his mother’s absolutely in love with nara’s soft-hearted ways and how she’s practically living art, but he’s convinced otherwise, especially after she’s so kindly offered her two cents regarding his choice of tie today ( read, as quoted: which bin did you pick that up from ). finger-tips prodding at his nose bridge where the brows are furrowed, he closes his eyes again.

the second time he jolts awake, it’s from the clicking of heels against tiles. his blurred vision gradually focuses on a familiar outfit. where has he seen this before? with that particular perfume scent? it’s definitely recent, and recent like… this morning recent –– oh. a sharp inhale, and he’s shifting to sit up right, hands beginning to busy themselves with grabbing a few things to bring along before lifting his gaze in her direction.

send ✆ for a morning text

7:15am

↻ 2 missed calls ( kkt ⇢ probably wife ) rise and shine ( kkt ⇢ probably wife ) it’s a beautiful sunday morning, you’re missing out 🙂✌🏻

send ☢ for a desperate text // send ✆ for a morning text