“h-huh?” her fingers were midway through fiddling with the zipper of her pants when he spoke, and his words caused the female to halt and glance up at him. “i can’t believe you..” though her features showed an amused expression, she couldn’t help but sigh and whilst she held up her pants with one hand, she used the other to point at the little picture of baby jesus that was hung on the wall. “go and cover his eyes then! i’m not walking around with pants that are drenched in who knows what kinda alcoholic beverage! see this is why house parties are never a good idea! i know i told you we should come but.. i didn’t expect it to be this bad! i thought it would be a fun and nice way to network and communicate..”

[  ✉ → early bird; ] cause maybe i want to see your handsome face?[  ✉ → early bird; ] how bad is it?

[  ✉ → early bird; ] come on man[  ✉ → early bird; ] don’t you love your Eunae?? <3 <3 <3[  ✉ → early bird; ] how bout this you bring me donuts and ill do whatever you like today?

let’s see… i’m pretty warm and friendly, or at least i like to think so. i’m also proud of how hardworking i am. and finally, i have good judgment and i’m good at analyzing situations. 

Baekhyun laughed a bit more before taking a moment to calm down before reaching up to ruffle your hair. “We’re basically close enough to be one already, anyways. A few documents and a change in my surname doesn’t mean we can’t be brothers at heart~” he said teasingly.

rei kept her eyes on her phone as she walked into the studio behind the male. he stopped abruptly, closing her her to bump into his back and to emit a groan from her lips. “um, ow-” she exclaimed, even though she never actually lifted her eyes from her screen. it wasn’t until he spoke that she did, “what?” she asked as she moved from behind him to find the studio he was working in all night not in the way he left it (or at least that’s what she figured he was confused about).

[sms] i ain’t no pervert. you are. [sms] don’t.. don’t ever send me a photo of your dick. god. and it could have been on accident. either way,  don’t want it. [sms] i ain’t flatterin’ myself. i can do that, though. with all the time on my hands. [sms] fine. whatever. i’m comin’.

“i don’t know who you think you are, but ever since day one i think i’ve disliked you. ending up in my bed and when i made you coffee there’s still no explanation as to how you got there. i don’t care if you’re some dumb idol or not, or that you;re older than me, but you cannot tell me hat the fuck t do!” she yells, already fed up with every word that he’s spit out at her. she honestly didn’t even know how many idols she’s bumped into and they’ve held casual (well not really) conversations with her. keeping connected with them-- it wasn’t her lifestyle. she was better off as the girl who fought in the corner, doing her work while passing when she’s expected to fail. “i don’t even have parents.” it seemed very irrelevant to even bring it up, of course she had parents. that’s the sole reason why she was breathing-- living. but physically, she didn’t have them. “i’ll go home when i want to.” and with that, she snatched the leather jacket that was slung over his shoulder, slipping her arms through the sleeves and before zipping it up.