#imsujin

you’ve got all my lovin’ and attention, chiquita– what’s up?

———————— ❛By now, you should consider me a frequent patron of your cafe house.❜ He speaks nonchalantly, stretching a wide grin. ❛And good regulars should receive a little gift at least. Don’t worry, I do accept coupons too.❜

﴾ ↳ @imsujin ; source ; status ↠ accepting ﴿

cerise: do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

﴾ ♛ ↠ ❝Watching the sunrise seems to put me at ease.❞

text meme: accepting!

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. ( sms ➢ sujin ) im coming 2 the cafe now ok bye 

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.( sms ➢ sujin ) i think ur legs de fy some srt of science( sms ➢ sujin ) how r they sooooo long ?!? /( sms ➢ sujin ) u coul d crush me w them( sms ➢ sujin ) dnt do tha

Send “@” for a SCARED text.( sms ➢ sujin ) i ate from that diner across the street from urs( sms ➢ sujin ) i think i have food poisoning oh god im gonna die

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.( sms ➢ sujin ) how do u make ur bulgogi so magical ?

@imsujin​

SEND 😴 TO CATCH MY MUSE ASLEEP IN YOUR MUSES BED 

It’s warm, what  little heaven he has stumbled upon in middle of night, light seemingly floral scent infiltrating nostril with every deep inhale; followed by slowed exhale.  He wants to stay here, for what time is allotted, reside in this peaceful state of mind, and perhaps momentarily forget pounding in back of skull.  There is no recollection to be made of previous passing hours, he can barely recall how he’d managed to get in this place. Imagination gives way, however, and he finds himself thinking of endless drinks pounded back without remorse or regret; heated liquid sliding down throat in order to ease worries if just a tad. 

Iseul wasn’t a heavy drinker. That much was for certain. Two or three drinks could do him in easily. Child that had barely been exposed to normalcy growing up didn’t have time to learn a man’s way of coping. An it wasn’t as if his father had taught him such minor things. No, Iseul was meant for other things.  

Now, turning over in blanketed warmth, a faint rustle of sheets is made. This isn’t his bed, that much is obvious by simple feel, atmosphere far too different than what he’d made his home to be. Yet,  there is no hint of alarm nor urge to move from cozy confines. It breathes femininity. Softness of a woman that had been racked up to another thing Iseul had neglected to indulge in. Ah, but, where was the time to do so? In his more youthful years, there had never been chance. When he’d exited training there was lack of interest. Nothing and no one had made heart palpitate. 

Long lash fluttering against a brush of sunlight brings stir to frame. Sheet urged to come midway along visage, covering everything but forehead and dark brow; locks a disheveled mess. It takes a moment or maybe two, before he peeks upward, dark orb forced to focus on opposite figure. There is no alarm, calm perhaps a strong point of his, and despite a fuzzy recollection he imagines he’s made himself at home in females residence; this place that exuded warmth was defiantly not his. It didn’t take rocket scientist to figure that much out. Despite not being heavy drinker, he knew how he was whenever he did manage to get liquor down throat and flowing throughout system. 

PROMPT STATUS: ACCEPTING ✓ | NOT ACCEPTING !!!

TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW)

[ ✉ to im sujin ] stop worrying about me. i am a grown woman and i can respond whenever i want to. although i appreciate that you worry about me, it’s a tad bit troublesome. i will let you know when i arrive at your cafe.