[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] Changkyun~ [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] are you doing well? [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] think of me ~ [ photo attached ]

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ah.. I tried ㅋㅋ

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ah, it truly is. if we didn’t have phones like these right now.. ㅠㅠ [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] you see, i’m not saying i totally couldn’t live without you.. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] but to wait so long to see one another without one shared word.. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ㅋ ㅋ  i’m joking~

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] my mother would probably look at me and ask me why i brought home a walking pun [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] .. i’m not even sure what to say. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] my cheeks hurt from giggling so much.   ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] it’s too early! i’m going to wake up the rest like this–

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] i’ll do it! i’ll do it. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] i just hope they’ll like me. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] this would be the first time, actually.. wah- [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] i’m already nervous. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] alright. let’s do it~

“And what if I do, huh?” he snaps back, borderline growling at the other male. “I– I mean– yeah, I guess they’re okay. Red rose worthy.” Placing the pink bouquet back in the container, he shrugs before turning around, the red arrangement in hand. 

“I think I’ll go with this. Don’t you dare make any comments, you little brat–” Laughing, he nods his head towards the register, encouraging them to go there. Soon enough, he’s paid for his item, and the pair is heading out of the store. 

“Where to next? You had to go somewhere too, right?”

(☠)   —  Despite the retort the older one had countered, the younger one had come to his own resolve to take a step back; avoiding any sort of instances that might upset Changjo even further, perhaps his reiteration of the word “really” marginalized the dancer’s patience down to a few. Nonetheless, Changkyun heaves a sigh in response to the other male’s gestures, following suit to the counter. “Just ‘okay,’ huh?” he prods in a playful manner, a chuckle suppressed whilst he shook his head. 

(☠)   —  “If I were you, I’d do it.” chin atop of his palm, he nods. “But I am not you.. That’s the sad part!” he grins, laughing.

(☠)   —  “…I can smell summer from here.”

(☠)   —  “As a smart person would say “Don’t do something I wouldn’t do.”” an index wagged, “but If I were you, I’d do something that Im Changkyun would do. Simply because I do great things.” he grins.

(☠)   —  “You disappeared again! Where have you been?” 

(☠)   —  “Five more minutes, please..” the plea cascading as a grouse hitched underneath his husky tones, “..Actually.. I want ten more hours!”

(☠)   —  Slowly as he glanced down, his inquiry came out in a form of an unformed thought. “I really wonder what’s inside an Etch A Sketch.”

(☠)   —  “I’m usually good at video games..” he pauses, “but at life.. not so much.”

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] whether it’s over the phone or not, it sure is nice to talk to your family, isn’t it?

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] i told my mother and older sister about you a little while back. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ah… i told them who exactly i was dating after a week of holding the tension. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] my mother said you looked tough when she first saw you.  ㅋ ㅋ [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] she almost told me to stop dating you right then and there! [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] i guess that’s just the aura rappers have..  [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] don’t worry, it’s a good thing you have a kind smile.

[ text: 빵균 ♥ ] ‘a changed man’, hm? [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] your father and older brother sound kind. [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] before your comeback? wah.. isn’t that really soon?! [ text: 빵균 ♥ ] 어떡해…

“You sure?” Changjo turns to the other male, letting out a sigh as his gaze drifted between a pink bouquet of roses and a red one. “I thought people normally picked red for roses… but the pink ones are prettier– Aish, this really is too much work–”

(☠)   —  “Um..” a baritone note hummed out of dubiety, he spares the older one and the myriad of roses displayed within nicely-arranged bouquets. “It’s too early for red roses, pick the light pink ones, hyung.” an index wagged towards his personal selection, “Apparently, it means that you admire them.. Red Roses looks too deep.” Changkyun appends, stating the flora’s contexts as a matter of fact.

“Hu … ?” parted lips and narrowed eyes: the typical reaction from a very clueless Somi. The brunette stares at the older and then at the piece of paper, as if the answer was going to make sense out of nowhere. She is good at making jokes, but understanding that kind of joke always seemed harder for her very slow self. “Something is wrong and I don’t even know what’s going on with that joke –” … oops?

(☠)   —  Orbs glued onto the loose-leaf, he brought the paper to a close as Changkyun examines the punchline once again. He rotates the paper, to obtain a better ‘view’, but perhaps it wasn't such a great idea as it muddled with his initial understanding of the passage. “...Don’t Canadians spell everything with a ‘u’?” with his query, his naive mien wipes a clean slate upon his visage, glancing up at the lass.