#pls don't reply like this or anythin jr just...idk wat he doin

[rkjroyal]

[`text to cuddles: hey are you up? [` text to cuddles: I can’t believe my contact name for you was ever cuddles [`text to cuddles: I know it was meant to be ironic but I’m still laughing [`text to cuddles: i’m still not 100% sure I’ve forgiven you for running off to your own little island and not taking me with you [`text to cuddles: my sunflowers died ages ago what the hell man [`text to cuddles: p.s. what am I doing I have no idea what I’m doing

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He’s usually dead tired by this time– and don’t get him wrong, every fiber of his being is practically screaming for some sleep right now, but he’s been busy helping out with end of season clean ups at the inn and getting Sarang ready for school soon that he’s suddenly found himself with too many things on his mind to manage any semblance of good sleep. It’s been a while since he’s slipped back into his old life and his old routines– old habits are hard to break, after all.

He finds his best friend in the same state that he’s in– too tired to function but too awake to sleep– curled up with Lulu on the bed not too far away from him. The cool night breeze is soothing, at least, and he closes his eyes in hopes to find refuge in sleep soon. What he doesn’t expect is a vibrate– two– three– four? he’s lost count– from the cell phone resting on the same window ledge he’s sitting at, stirring him from his moment’s rest with its constant bzz bzz against wood and chipping white paint. At first he thinks it’s Baekho’s, but when he opens his eyes to complain and finds his best friend looking at him expectantly, he’s greeted with an ‘aren’t you going to check those?’

And he does– much to his confusion– because he can list the people who actually contact him at all with one hand, and the only one who would ever do it at this hour is sitting in the same room as he is. His confusion melts away into…more confusion when he sees the name of the sender and ‘six new messages’ glowing in bold letters on his screen. There is no hesitation when he finally opens to check the messages, however, his fingers driven by a sense of euphoria that he hasn’t felt in a while. (he hates that he loves it, really) His replies come just as quickly:

[ txt : sunflower ] hey this is jr, not on my phone at the moment, please leave a message after the beep

[ txt : sunflower ] beep

[ txt : sunflower ] who is this again?

[ txt : sunflower ] I told you you were welcome to come any time you wanted, but you never came

[ txt : sunflower ] You could tell me to get you any time and I would

[ txt : sunflower ] The ocean still reminds me of you

[ txt : sunflower ] lol too bad you sold your soul to the devil, you kinda need one of those to visit this place, sorry

[ txt : sunflower ] sorry i haven’t brought you any new ones since then

[ txt : sunflower ] don’t you have someone else to bring you flowers anyway? I hope you do

[ txt : sunflower ] yeah they’re kind of not supposed to last what do you want me to do about it?

[ txt : sunflower ] keeping me up when I have to be up early tomorrow, that’s what

[ txt : sunflower ] do you need anything?

He looks back up to a shit-eating grin from Baekho, and a ‘your girlfriend text you?’ in a sing-song voice. ‘you know, I can tell because your face always lights up a certain way and–’ but his best friend doesn’t even get to finish the sentence before a pillow is hurled at his face, earning an unmistakably tired laugh from the other male. 

Old habits really are hard to break, after all.