#kiyeong

Tao, texting: How do tall people like you actually actually sleep at night when the blanket can’t possibly cover you from your shoulders to your toes?

Kiyeong, texting: IT’S FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING TAO!

Tao, texting: So you can’t sleep huh…?

➤ kiyeong: ( + source ) - ( status: not accepting )  

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you. 

Pathetic. At least she’s making an attempt to ask for forgiveness despite her never enjoying the idea of being apologetic. Or even showing the tiniest amount of vulnerability as well. What else was she supposed to do? Hana was never good at these things, hence is why she’s finding it harder to figure out how to apologize to people. Because they’re complicated, trying to maintain a tough outer layer instead of trying to find a solution to it all with the young woman. 

Her teeth grit together at his messages, mumbling threats and profanities underneath her breath whilst eyes rolling to the side. A small sigh bubbles out of her lips, thumbs jabbing away a message or two for the other to set his sight upon. Anger evident in her words but it’s the only response she can come up with.