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[ SMS ]: WE DONT [ SMS ]: QWE DONT HAVE ANY ICE CREAM DAMNIT GAEUL WE DIDNT PREPARE FOR THIS

10:26am:

< sms ⇢ 요섭 > WHAT!?

10:28am:

Kahi read over the message several times unsure of how to respond at first, a bit puzzled at the suddenness of the question. Tapping her fingers against the tiles of her counter she decided not to answer right away. The text lingering over her head as if it was the first time she had really thought about it. Humming quietly she hovered over her phone, scrunching her nose as she traced over the discolored markings along the upper area of her arm. He wasn’t good with her children at all. He was constantly drunk out of his mind or in a hung-over coma.He was violent, getting arrested at least twice a month. What did she see him? Absolutely nothing, however it was far too late to back out now.

“ ahhh- hyung, don’t be like that~ “ he lightly hit the other on the arm while using his cuteness to convince the other, pointing at the last piece of food on his plate. he really wanted to eat it since he hadn’t had a piece of food all day. “ c’mon. just let me eat it. “ yoseob raised his brows at his friend, holding his hands out while looking at the male with expectant eyes.

[ SMS ]: duh, i know you’re always awake at this time [ SMS ]: and i’m being forced to stay out with friends [ SMS ]: pls help me or im gonna enmd up sleep on the streets

the boy looked up from his phone to stare blankly at his lady friend sitting right across from him on her bed, letting out a soft laugh after a moment. he was taken aback from her question since he hadn’t heard something like that in a while. “ a story? what kind of story? “

friday night, dark night club, sweaty bodies grinding against each other? this was yoseob’s type of scene on the first night of the weekend. he was hanging out with a group of friends, most of them with their own significant other leaving him single and having to scope out the single citizens to dance with. his eyes wandered as he sat from his booth until he caught the own of a handsome male close to the edge of the dance floor, brows raising. he noticed the raise of the other’s taking it as an invitation to join him which yoseob gladly accepted. he met the much taller stranger and began to work his “magic”, pressing his hands to the other’s waist and leaned in closer, slowly moving towards the floor and stopped when he was faced with his waist. yoseob couldn’t help himself, probably from the bit of alcohol in his system, but he pressed a gentle peck to his waist, the kiss so light that he wondered if the other even felt it.

✖.▐░          this was all a huge change in pace for the usually “classy” ghoul. he’d much rather spend his friday nights at a place where he could show off his skills - like a bowling alley or at monster mini golf. clubs and loud parties weren’t really his thing. yet here he was, dancing away at the end of the dance floor while his friend who quite literally dragged him there was off somewhere else with a few women. as much as he hated the whole atmosphere laced with the scents of sweat mixed with alcohol and cheap cologne, he figured he could at least show off his dancing skills.

Going to the new gym near her new place as one of her friends suggested her to, Bomi looks around to look for an employee so she can sign up for boxing section when she finds the male struggled trying to open up the band-aid, as it seems he has hurt himself. Lips pursing together as she looks at him with concern, holding out her hand to offer some help, It’s quite obvious that he needs some.