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the hangover.

@haneulih​

in this room where darkness festers, our golden boy’s usual glow is slow and muted. here he lies, shirtless, with his limbs twisted in every which way and his face hidden within the comfort of his pillows.

somewhere, his phone blares. hanbin groans and drags warm sheets over his head in an effort to ignore it.

but see, kim hanbin is nice. ( likable, good. nice, likable, good. nice—

another groan, this time longer. deeper, as if it comes from within his chest and scrapes along the ridges of his phlegmy throat on its route out. )

so here, his limbs stretch toward his bedside table, and he smacks its surface in laughable frenzy in search for his phone. when he finds it, he turns and squints at the phone’s bright light, never mind the splitting headache he’s awarded for last night’s affairs. the stench of alcohol sticks to his skin the way metaphorical glitter would on our golden boy.

hi. cheongpung land bungee jump confirmed your booking at 3pm—

“wait, what?”

he sits up despite the headache, and as he cradles the side of his head in one hand, he re-reads the message once more.

—booking for two for ₩120,000—

“what?” a single pause, a deep breath, “fuck.”

the cuss leaves his lips absentmindedly as he scrolls through his messages in hopes of finding an explanation, and he is almost overcome with fear before he peeks into his messages with haneul.

[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] can’t fuckign wait bro!!

“fuckfuckfuck—”

the culprit? alcohol. oh, isn’t it always?

( and as for the real culprit, the one he is unwilling to acknowledge: it is the unholy concoction of their friendship. because kim hanbin may be our precious golden boy, as is jeong haneul our favourite star boy with a chest full of all the bright lights our galaxy has to offer, and yet together, they are unholy. terrifying, even to each other. especially to each other. )

he forwards the booking confirmation.

[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] ?????????

[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] pls say this isn’t us tgt?

[ txt → 취한 친구 ㅎㅎㅎ ] this better not be w u

perhaps a final prayer, said on one’s knees at the edge of their bed, he messages jennie as he begs some divine entity for it to be with her, instead.

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much ado about nothing.

@ihyoongi​

there is a party of sorts. non-descript. typical.

and as it goes with most parties, here is our golden boy in the heart of the heat. in his hands are two cups, one for him, and perhaps another for his lady love. he balances them carefully, and so cautious is he that he digs his digits into its plastic red, so hard that it threatens to misshapen.

but that is beside the point of our story.

see, every story worth telling holds a twist, a plot drop to enrapture its audience and keep them leaning forward on the edge of the seat.

and as for this twist?

why here, a man with dark eyes and a darker heart. within the flecks of his irises lie the kind of wicked flames festering within the bellies of beasts, so frightful that it calls to every knight’s clichéd heroism and forces them to draw their sharpened sword.

( and why, it just so happens that within our golden boy’s vessels lie the blood of white knights in gallant armour. )

so here is the scene: in the midst of the waltz to his dear princess with her rose-scented napkin dangled between dainty fingers, kim hanbin bumps against the beast’s shoulder and down, down, down do his guarded cups fall. he hisses through his teeth as the drinks splash and stain his shoes. typically, that is the most he’d let himself react, but as he turns to meet the perpetrator with an apology balancing on the tip of his tongue, the beast he sees instead leaves something within him boiling and festering, too. he swallows his sorrys and draws his knives in the form of barred teeth.

( this is the blood of his forefathers, he will tell you. the blood of knights who are made to rescue their damsels.

but perhaps, there is more to our white knight than meets the eye. perhaps, this is also something quite deadly. perhaps, within him lies also the ungodly fire dripping from a dragon’s fangs, co-existing. mayhap, overpowering. )

“hey,” he calls, drags out the pause, “watch your step.”

the words leave his lips in little less than a snarl, and as for his usual humility, it has since been purged and spilt on the floor. no, kim hanbin meets yoongi’s eyes straight on, an unspoken challenge between rash combatants.

[ihhanbin-blog]

✉ ↻ ✖ ❤ ❧ ☀ ☁ ☂

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: did u leave a box of cookies on my desk?

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: 헐…

↻ → unsent message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: kinda craving ur cookies rn but it’s football season…

✖ → angry/threatening message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: it’s fine if you forget her name

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: but calling my girlfriend by my ex’s name?

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: that wasn’t even my most recent ex…

❤ → loving/affectionate message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: noona! thank you for cheering us on at the game today

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: we won this round bc of you 😊

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: ur the best noona ever 💪

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: im geitng the mubchies

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: dyu hav cookies

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: ㅎㅎㅎ

☀ → morning message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: u made me cookies last night didn’t u?

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: shit i wasn’t supposed to eat

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: i told u not to listen to me when im drunk

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: hyungsik hyung can u help me w sunmi noona lol

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: uh

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: ok look u need to stop feeding me

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: heard the party went to shit today

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: it’s getting pretty late do u want me to walk u home

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: the party’s just a 10 min walk from mine

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: it’ll be just like old times 😊

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[cr.]

[ihhanbin-blog]

kim hanbin | #wyd

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✉❤☀ ☁☂

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: dude u shuvle been here lol

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: guess whos heer

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: cameraroll(95).jpg

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: fcuk wrong one

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: cameraroll(98).jpg

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hah its soojung

❤ → loving/affectionate message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: u played rlly well on the field today

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: proud of u bud

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: next meal’s on me 💪💪

☀ → morning message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: training starts in 15 mins

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: but i dont see u??

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: ok tbh jongin likes u

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: uh

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: fuck

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey bro…

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: april fools lol 😊

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: hey u alright?

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: uve been in there for 20 mins…

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: ill wait out here for as long as u need me

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: but if u need me to come in just say the word

[ txt → ㄱㅈㅇ💪 ]: u can do it buddy 💪

[ihhanbin-blog]

jennie:

he likes me, he likes me not – he definitely does.

she wore her baggiest supreme sweater, wearing it as a dress. “excuse me, excuse me.” bowing politely as she finds a vacant spot in the stands. a few recognizable faces looking her way, confused as to why kim jennie would ever be at a sporting event. she politely smiles, staring out into the field, trying to spot the person she came for.

will he see me if i sit here?

“hanbin! hanbin! hanbin!” the stadium cheers. oh, but she definitely sees him.

this hanbin is much different from the hanbin one she spends her free lunch periods with. much different from the one who she shares music with.

she sat on the edge of her seat in anticipation. watching as everyone else continues to cheer his name until he makes the final touchdown. the crowd went ballistic for their hero – for her kim hanbin. 

( not hers quite yet, but possibly soon )

a fond smile appears on her lips, watching as he interacts with the rest of his teammates. the crowd fades into background noise as she watches him drift into the stands. she blinks and then again, watching as he approaches her. a light shade of pink dusting her cheeks. 

all eyes were now on them. 

but her lips naturally curved into a smile, nodding toward his request, forgetting about the stares and the whispers, watching as he disappears again. 

and so she does as he asked. crouching on the ground outside the main doors of the stadium, legs camped inside of her sweater, guarding her legs from the cold. mindlessly skimming through her instagram feed, waiting for him. 

remember his overworked heart caught in the ridges of his throat?

well, here it is now, spat onto the hemmed sleeve of his muddied football jersey. oh, how blood pours from its major arteries and stains the fabric a pretty red.

that is, here he stands, restless fingers grasping the railings of metal stairs as he eagerly awaits her reply. now that he is silent, the vulgar barks from his teammates and the stares and whispers from the crowd are all the more amplified, but it appears as though the only fear that our captain has, at this very moment, is that he fears to blink lest he misses the entirety of her response.

and what of her response?

why, a pretty smile, a coy nod, and a resounding yes.

kim hanbin is hardly the type of man to dabble in the art of bashfulness, and so he lightly smacks the metal railing in evident glee as a handsome smile curls at his lips.

“perfect!” he shouts as he pushes himself from the railing, “i’ll see you in fifteen!”

and off he races to the locker room, the first one both in and out in record time.

when he finally arrives at the stadium’s entrance, he catches sight of her close to the exit, just as he had asked. there she sits, her figure dwarfed by the sweater dress she wears. a smile instinctually tugs at the corners of his lips at the sight.

“jennie!” footsteps quicken in their path until he reaches her, “hey, thanks for waiting.”

he offers a hand for her to pull herself up. hanbin watches her from under furrowed brows then, chestnut eyes tracing the perceived shiver at the curve of her shoulders.

“you look cold—” he shrugs his jacket off instantaneously, “here.”

and here, he cautiously manoeuvres his arms to wrap his thick jacket around her small shoulders.

see this? this is the dance that they have willingly participated in. here, in their tango, they cradle: he takes a practiced step forward just as she takes a step back, and their palms hover a hair breadth’s distance from each other, but never touching.

the introduction of space.

he’s the first one to break it.

straying fingers cup the curve of her jaw, and he runs his thumb along the groove of her cheekbone. he watches her midnight eyes for a reaction, but regardless, just as quickly as he had touched her, so does he release her from his gentle hold.

“the boys are heading to the after party now; i told ‘em i’d come with my date,” he suggests through his golden smile, as though the previous moment had failed to exist. a hand moves to rest against the sleeve of his jacket, her wrist, and his grin widens to reveal pearly teeth.

“what d’you say?”

victory lap.

[ihhanbin-blog]

✉ ❧ ☁

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 주현 ]: ik u only go to the best parties

[ txt  → 주현 ]: but could u swing by the football after party in the next hr?

[ txt  → 주현 ]: kinda nervous abt how this one’s gonna turn out lol

[ txt  → 주현 ]: and no one turns up like u do 😊

❧ → drunk message

[ txt  → 주현 ]: do u htink jennies ago od kisser

[ txt  → 주현 ]: fcuk i bet shesa grwat kiser

[ txt  → 주현 ]: am i a goddkissr??

[ txt  → 주현 ]: 😭

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt  → 주현 ]: dude if u want her number just ask her urself

[ txt  → 주현 ]: oh wait

[ txt  → 주현 ]: yeah hey lol

[ txt  → 주현 ]: think i just found out which teammate u were talking abt

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☀❧

☀ → morning message

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: hey hyung i have another sample if u wanna have a listen

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: oh i didn’t realise it’s already morning lol

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: uh… mornin 😊

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: hyung

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: 😏😏😏😭

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: 😏*

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: hynug

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: 😏😏😏

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: u love medo nt u

[ txt → 우의 형 ]: itsok i luv u 2

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enchanting

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hyungsik:

there are so many ways to train a loyal hound, and hyungsik knows them all. the unyielding leashes; sparse affection and cruel punishments – these are the techniques of the insecure, and hyungsik is anything but.

instead, hyungsik allows his blood hounds to roam unchallenged; wild, vicious and uncurbed, canines barred. he gives guerdons aplenty, and seldom punishments.

why, hyungsik knows how to cultivate devotion, not compliance.

but in the midst of the chaotic ecosystem that is yonsei, hyungsik perches at the top of the food chain in shrewd boredom; a disenchanted vulture in pursuit of a recherché feast, but there are no beasts for the scavenging that was quite like kim hanbin.

and on nights consumed by the throes of his insomnia, hyungsik closes his eyes to commemorate –

golden lips that used to smile so guilelessly pulling back into an unsightly snarl; revealing sharp canines, clenched fists and unyielding knuckles; thrusting repeatedly into the bloodied mess of a face again and again and again -

( no, hyungsik does not forget such a vicious weapon.

hounds shouldn’t stray too far from their masters, after all. it was time for kim hanbin to come home. )

hyungsik taps the leather coverings of the steering wheel to the echoes of the ring tone and hums thoughtfully.

“hey man.” hyungsik grins, interrupting whatever greeting the other had planned. there was never really a need for pleasantries when it came to one kim hanbin. “come outside.” the blazing sun extends its harsh rays through the open sun roof, and hyungsik tilts his head up to welcome them, allowing the streams of light to catch at the highlights of his hair, bestowing upon him a golden halo.

such is the beauty of illusion.

( the devilish smirk playing at the corner of his lips belies the mirage, however. )

a deft hand parks the feisty, flaming beauty into hanbin’s driveway in one smooth movement. there, the engine purrs, all but vibrating under the caress of hyungsik’s warm palms.

he is never one for dramatics, but there is a beat of leaden silence; deliberate; calculated, before he suddenly steps on accelerator. the engine comes to life with much fanfare; its wanton whines slyly punctuating his growing smirk. the engine quivers slightly, arching its purrs into hyungsik’s touch.

unhurriedly, hyungsik exits the car languidly, long limbs stretching like a predator. there, he leans against the warmth of the engine, before reaching over to pat the glistening red belly of the car fondly. “– i’ve got something for you. she’s pretty, this one.” there, he shoots a knowing wink to the dark pane of hanbin’s window, almost as if he somehow knew where the younger would be.

before hanbin could splutter out a response, hyungsik hangs up and grins. he doesn’t wait for hanbin’s reply. he never does;

( because he doesn’t need to look back to see hanbin following doggedly on his heel.

what a loyal hound indeed. )

summer 2014 exists in a series of dichromatic snapshots of glittering gold and time-worn brown. in these old frames, there lies the smell of summer sweat and sex on the beach, of jello shots and technicolour pills, of regrettable firsts that know no last.

and when the curtain call comes, the teens saunter out in their sun-kissed skin and barely-there vibrant red swimsuits. but see, here, the crowd’s hollers fall into a hush, brought about by the bewilderment when one is met with a stage absent of its main protagonist.

( that is, where is our golden boy in the midst of all of this? )

why, here he sits, hidden within the confines of his room of fading glitter. his curtains are drawn in, and so the shadows sit possessively along the hard planes of his face, its dark fingers caressing the raised veins riding along the length of his forearm.

this is how hanbin spends the height of summer 2014: with a worn-out guitar and bruised fingertips.

what he’ll tell you: such is the passion of a budding musician. what he won’t: such are the clumsy breaths of drowning lungs.

because somewhere within the chaos of yesteryear’s events is a man who’s learnt how to breathe underwater.

( that is to say, yes, when the bonfire’s been put out and all the teens leave to rest their heads, here is our golden boy left behind in the middle of the ocean, gasping, drowning, strangely surviving. the golden glitters on his skin have since been stolen away by the harsh waves of the midnight ocean. )

that is also to say, many have since forgotten the incident of 2011, when this golden boy had stolen the show with his uncharacteristic snarls and bloodied fists.

( many save one. many save him. )

no, here is a man whose skin is caught on the rip of the space-time continuum, and so he relives this nightmare over, and over, and over—

gasp, after gasp, after desperate gasp—

( punch, after punch, after punch— )

snap.

he hisses as the broken guitar string ricochets off his pale forearm. fingers fly towards the fresh wound, but the sudden blare of his ringtone quickly steals his attention away.

“hey hyung—”

such is mother nature’s sinister mischief, that park hyungsik would be the one to call, of all people. because park hyungsik is the same knight in shining armour that had singlehandedly saved hanbin’s life following the aftermath of his animalistic anger.

that is, when kim hanbin started drowning, park hyungsik was the one who taught him how to breathe underwater.

( oh, but never to swim, because that would equip hanbin with the ability to get safely to shore. such is his game, that hanbin will always be the hare chasing after the carrot dangled from hyungsik’s own finger.

such is the beauty of illusion. )

“why? what’s outside?”

this is why hanbin jumps from his seat curiously, excitedly, marches towards his closed windows and rips the curtains apart, just in time to catch hyungsik’s new car pull up into his driveway. and this is why hanbin’s golden lips pull into a glittering smile, like a dog greeted by its master at the end of a busy day’s work.

hanbin races down the stairs and strides out the door and towards hyungsik’s sleek car, both excitement and curiosity making its home in hanbin’s chestnut eyes.

“whoa, nice ride,” he comments offhandedly before pulling hyungsik into a bear hug. he pats the older on the back twice in familiar greeting.

“what are you doing in busan? back for the break?” the charmingly dopey smile never once leaves his eager lips, “you should’ve called, hyung. i would’ve come to you instead.”

see? a loyal hound wagging its tail, ever so eager to please.

hades and his cerberus;

[ihhanbin-blog]

✉↻✖❤❧☀☁☂

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 형 ]: u up?

[ txt → 형 ]: i cant sleep lol

[ txt → 형 ]: free to grab a drink w me? 

↻ → unsent message

[ txt → 형 ]: fml why is it so hard to buy u a bday gift u have everything

✖ → angry/threatening message

[ txt → 형 ]: what the fuck?

[ txt → 형 ]: who is he 

[ txt → 형 ]: tell me his name

[ outgoing call → 형 ]

❤ → loving/affectionate message

[ txt → 형 ]: hey hyung i haven’t seen u in awhile

[ txt → 형 ]: wanna grab lunch w me?

[ txt → 형 ]: my treat 😊

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 형 ]: hyung

[ txt → 형 ]: hey huyng

[ txt → 형 ]: can u pikc me up lol im durnk n idk whereia m

☀ → morning message

[ txt → 형 ]: hyung ur coming to my game tonight yeah?

[ txt → 형 ]: i’ll be so gutted if u can’t make it

[ txt → 형 ]: i’ll rlly be so gutted hyung u better make it

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt → 형 ]: hey jennie u free to meet up for lunch? 😊

[ txt → 형 ]: uh fuck

[ txt → 형 ]: yeah fuck why not

[ txt → 형 ]: u free for lunch

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → 형 ]: i need ur help

[ txt → 형 ]: fuck i rlly fucked up this time

[ missed call → 형 ]

[ txt → 형 ]: pls answer

[ missed call → 형 ]

[ missed call → 형 ]

[ txt → 형 ]: fuck pls answer

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✉ ❧ ☂ ☀

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt →최고 룸메이트💪 ]: hey bro u can come home now

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: sorry abt that lol

❧→ drunk message

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: lol rmbr taht tmie whenu couldntfndur shit

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: shit*

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: fuckkk

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: shirt(

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: i took it ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: sry bro

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: hey i havent seen u in 3 days

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: ???

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: u alive?

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: do i need to call ur mom

[ missed call → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]

[ missed call → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: im calling ur mom

☀ → morning message

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: rise and shine my dearest roommate

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: open the door i forgot my keys lol

[ txt → 최고 룸메이트💪 ]: i gotta pee man hurry

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✉

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 지수 ]: hey where are you?

[ txt → 지수 ]: im walking ur route but i don’t see u

[ txt → 지수 ]: did u stay in today 🙂

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✉ ✖ ❧

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: saw u when i was walking someone home

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: keep off the streets will ya?

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: ur scaring the students

✖ → angry/threatening message

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: im trying really hard to be civil

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: but how bout u fuck off my friends

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: lamo u ra joke

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: ur(

[ txt → 전화 받지 마 ]: ur*

[ihhanbin-blog]

❧ // ✉️

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 수정이 ]: did u get home safe?

[ txt → 수정이 ]: sorry i couldn’t walk you home today… 😕

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 수정이 ]: i cnat ebliebe u coulndt mak eit??? 

[ txt → 수정이 ]: mybo y jongin wanted 2 c u ㅎㅎㅎ

[ txt → 수정이 ]: ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ 

[ txt → 수정이 ]: ㅎ*

[ihhanbin-blog]

✉↻✖❤❧☀☁☂

✉ → 2 am message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: oreo’s getting clingy again… think he misses u lol

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: ㅎㅎㅎ

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: sweet dreams 😊

↻→ unsent message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: what do you think of me?

✖ → angry/threatening message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: did u eat all my oreos?

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: those weren’t mine they were my roommates…

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: how did u even find them wtf 

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: i don’t have time to replace em before he finds out ㅠㅠ  

❤ → loving/affectionate message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: kim jennie!

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: sorry i couldn’t stay for long i have to get up early tmr for training

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: but you looked really pretty today 😊

❧ → drunk message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: urs o fckig n pretty

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: fcuk

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: i cant gety uo yu o my head fuck

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: out* 

☀ → morning message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: mornin 😊

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: free for lunch?

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: got some new music to show u

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: u could say i was struck w inspiration 😉

☁ → message not meant for you

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: hey dad did u figure out how to fix the sink

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: oh

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: wrong number sorry

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: how u doin tho😊

☂ → scared/concerned message

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: you left early? r u alright?

[ missed call → 제니니😊 ]

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: where are you?

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: i’ll drive u home

[ missed call → 제니니😊 ]

[ txt → 제니니😊 ]: call me