#xbjhyn

“I… I’m not drunk-?” Baekhyun said into the phone, his head cocking to the side confused. “Where the heck did you get that from…? I just asked you if Satan had a last name.. OH! And what happens when God sneezes? What would you say… Is there another word for thesaurus??”

“Irene- Why are you here??”

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: EXO, Beautiful.What contact photo my muse has set for yours: [ x ] What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: straightforward, easy to understand. How quickly my muse responds to your texts: as quickly as possible.How often our muses text: very often.How often our muses call: sort of often.Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never.Last text sent from my muse to yours: but i can’t watch without watching from the beginning???

Aiden x Irene ( @xbjhyn​ )  life is beautiful when it’s pretty in pink.

it hasn’t been a day that passed by and yet jimin already found his arms settling around joohyun’s waist. it’s been a while, yes, and he did cry at night from craving for her presence. so, when he found the moment, he wasted no time in pulling her in. it was a habit of his, the excuse of being called casually spitted out. but that day, during that moment, jimin noticed the barista was staring too long at joohyun as she ordered for her drink. why did she even let her order in the first place. marching (or more like waddling but in a more intimidating manner) his way closer, he brought his arms around her hips, chin resting on her shoulder. “i’m not jealous. i just like hugging my baby joohyun– what’s so wrong with that?”

maybe jimin had forgotten boundaries, maybe one did not even exist, that when joohyun asked, he was quick to withdraw. like catching his hand in the cookie jar with huge red words ‘don’t touch’ plastered on it. he mouthed sorry but soon rested one again, however this time to tease joohyun– get her to tell why he shouldn’t. “why? is my hand cold? you didn’t seem to mind it before– you’re still my babe and i’ll act like it when around you,”

He was still the same Jimin; the hoodie, the beanie, the goofy smile-- all just like how they had last seen each other. Not hearing a word as he stepped in caused his heart to jump in his chest like leaping on a trampoline. Why was she so silent? She accepted them anyway, without struggle, definitely, but no noise was coming from her. Deciding to speak, a hand met his cheek instead. He stumbled back, astounded, but it would be a lie to say he did not expect that greeting. “You’re strong,” He laughed, moving a hand up to cup the reddened skin, strands of his red locks covering his eyes that were staring at her with fear and want. “I didn’t know you could hit that hard-- without joking of course,”

LOVE, DUMB DOC. ETHAN BYUN.