#ofjiwon

[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

“jiwon?” he has to check his phone to ensure it was her who called him again. when he confirms, he’s still just as confused. she always seemed like one of those people who never cried, so to hear her in tears on the other end... his heart physically aches. his instinct is to ask if everything’s okay, but the answer seems obvious. “um, is it okay if i come over?” he asks instead, his tone soft. before she can answer, he’s already attempting to get ready, planning on going to her. 

ღ for an affectionate text

casper: hey you did great at your meet i’m really proud of you

casper: also you look pretty with your hair tied up.

casper: you should wear it like that more.

ϟ for a drunk text

casper: i trie dthrowig Rocks at ur windowa but ist so mauch hardert ahn they amke it look in themsovies

casper: just comeoutsid ei wanna fuck

✯ for an early morning text

casper: sorry for dipping out early

casper: made you some apology pancakes though, they’re in the fridge

“it was one time alright, it really isn’t that big of a deal, honestly.” he mumbled, eyes bloodshot and tired. his drug use drove a wedge between them, and to be fair he had been better. just not as consistently as jiwon would have liked. “listen it was right in front of me, alright. i don’t know what i was thinking, i don’t even like coke.” casper rubbed the bridge of his nose, desperate for this conversation to end. he knew he was a fuck up. but having jiwon disappointed in him was more rattling than his own self loathing. “please.. i’m.. i’m trying okay?”

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch