#ssuks

WE ARE FRIENDS, FRIEND!!!!!!

IF NOT, THEN I GUESS YOU COULD SAY

THAT REALLY

…Yes. We’ll get to be the best of best friends. [´makes grabby hands.]

〆 for a childhood story

The one thing that Baekhyun vividly remembers about his childhood was the way his mom would scare him randomly. Yes, it wasn't something most mothers would do to their kids, especially to their 5 year olds who could barely write his own name. For the most part of his little self life, Baekhyun would be that small and fragile boy who would jump at every noise made merely because his mom had always played pranks on him and whatnot. Though he was scared then, he couldn't help but laugh at the memories, finding himself missing his beloved mother and her odd sense of humor.

That's what I wanted. [´insert sexy derp face here.]

"… Excuse me?" Sumin’s dark brows knitted together, hand clutching onto her phone. She knew how much Jisook hated being put in this situation, but nothing could have been done to stop it. The other girl’s voice resonated through the phone, repeating the everso cliche line, causing Sumin to growl innately, slamming her free hand onto the coffee table.

"Listen to me, Kim Jisook, you better not hang up on me—hello? Hello?" Her voice boomed through the line, though Jisook had already ended the call. She felt her chest tinge with frustration, knowing what could have happened if she didn’t solve this problem right now. 

She felt time tick by slowly, though she was running full speed towards a familiar apartment complex. As she banged on the door, tears were starting to well up in her eyes. “What’s her pin… God fuckin’ damn it…” A soft cry rang through her ears as she gazed up, meeting eye to eye with the other. She was a mess; hair disheveled, mascara running.