#rvchiwon

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.@rvchiwon​

[ sms → chiwon ] fucking stop, alright? you think you’re some big ass composer just because you luckily wrote some of the big hits. don’t get too arrogant, i think you forgot why you’re here in the first place.  

Send “#” for a RANDOM text

[ sms → chiwon ] chi, hurry up, the food’s about to get cold! i hate waiting y’know?

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

disbelief disguised as nonchalance, the older stared at the younger composer sitting beside him as rain continued to drizzle down outside radioactive, the only hindrance to his escape from chiwon. fleeting thoughts and murderous desires, all he wanted to do was to kick him out of the room, and something more — a bit more darker and a little more violent if he would be honest. only chiwon could irk him the way he does and sadly, kyungho couldn’t really do anything about it. 

“can you please stop whining? it’s not like i want to be stuck here with you too. complain to the ceo if you want, blame him for having to pair us up for a song.” cold air in and heavy breath out, he shook his head in dismissal, slipping a pair of earbuds into his ears, ignoring the lack of music produced, simply wearing it to send the message of not wanting to talk again across to the other, and as his eyes shut, he hopes that the other would be mindful enough to understand.