#gryeri

I'm gonna only do one of these because you don't understand how hard it is for Jongin to do some of these... Owls will be chosen randomly with random number generator.

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

hm, love is when you’re having a bad day and everything is better when you’re with them. it’s like having endless pizza, cheese stuffed crust and everything, and it’s just warm and everything is nice and instead of fighting you talk things out because you don’t want your significant other to be mad at you and it’s like the best hot chocolate you could ever imagine on a super cold day and like, it’s all cute and fuzzy and you just always smile around them and you can be yourself.

in my opinion, an ideal relationship would be something like me being as dorky as i can and my significant other not being embarrassed of me. and cuddling and BEING ABLE TO DANCE IN THE RAIN and forehead kisses AND NICE HUGS YES.

well, there was that one time when i wasn't doing so hot in school and i was afraid that my parents weren't going to be proud of me. and it wasn't like, i wasn't get full scores; i was barely passing and so i tried to hide it from my parents but they found out and they got me a tutor for fricking potions but I'M JUST NOT GOOD WITH POTIONS SO EVEN THE TUTOR DIDN'T HELP AND I JUST WANTED TO CRAWL INTO A HOLE BECAUSE I JUST WANT TO MAKE A POTION WELL BUT I COULDN'T. but in the end, it all worked out and now i'm ok with potions. not doing great but i'm passing this time around.

( i'm screaming bc idk man yeon soo has lived a good life?? )

Hyeri’s hair

Strawberries. The smell of the strawberry shampoo she uses always reminds him of childhood, nights spent huddled together in his or her bedroom. Time they've spent off to themselves, in their own little world as children because when they were younger, no one else meant more to them than each other. 

Blood

The metallic tangy scent brings up memories of worry. The time when Hyeri fell off that god awful unicorn and caught a gash in her leg, or when he himself fell down the stairs and did a number on his arm. It makes him concerned, fretful and worried. 

Milky Tea

♆ :Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts?

No. Quite the opposite really. Violent outbursts and thoughts happens to him.

۞:Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

Yes. If he is good enough is a huge one.

✄ :Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they?

Some quote tag shit

The air around the table was thick, there was an obvious tension and it was clear where it was radiating from. Their father was cutting at his dinner a little to forcefully and Sehun was just not eating at all, instead choosing to glare at the green beans like they had somehow wronged him (They were his father's favorite so that in themselves was enough for Sehun to classify a wrong doing). From across the table, his mother swallowed forcefully and cast a concerned look to his sister, something neither of the boys caught because when they weren't busy staring their food down, they were shooting hateful glares toward each other. 

"So... what did you do today, son--" 

Sehun was already on his answer before his mother could even finish her sentence, his tone harsh and glare biting as he stared his father down. "Nothing too interesting, but maybe you should ask Father the outcome of his meeting, you know, the one about that woman who was caught selling love potions to muggles. From what I understand everyone... got off without a hitch..." From across the table Hyeri coughed on a piece of bread and his Mother dropped her napkin. 

Come and get it. 

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

{ owl: main bb } hyeri it’s too early for this

{ owl: main bb } no i will not get you food in the kitchen at this early time of day, i suspect getting myself in trouble

Send ✘ for an unsent text

{ owl: main bb } i.. had a thing with dae.. i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you.. i’m a bad friend. you don’t deserve this.

{ owl: main bb } i’m not sure how much time i have left to be here.. to be honest with you..

Send ☠ for a threatening message

{ owl: main bb } how dare you tell my mother of my plans and my life. she has nothing to do with me anymore— she’s never been a mother. she’s as useless a lamp post that just stands there. i may call her “mother” but she will never be a mother to me— anymore..

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message