#ya watevr

[nafohcnis]

I MADE PARA-PARA GYARU TROLLS FROM TROLLKYO!!!! HUHUHU…

[byanyan]

💫 a late night text. : perona

texting promptsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

[sms: goth bestie]:ㅤu ever like [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤfeel compelled 2 play w makeup @ 3am [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤbut u dont wanna turn the lite on bc ur vibin & th brite fuckin lite will ruin that [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤn probs also wake ur bf up [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤso ur like "watevr" n do it in the lite of the tv insted [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤbut then ur like hafway thru n suddnly th scene gets real dark [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤbut ur a stubbrn bitch n 2 lazy 2 skip forward in the ep so u keep goin neway [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤu think ur doin p good for havin basicly no lite [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤn then the scene britens back up n u c wat uve done [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤan its the worst thing uve ever let ur hand do [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤlike so bad u just immediatly stop n put everythin away [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤgrab ur makeup remover n start wipin bc theres no savin this mess [sms: goth bestie]:ㅤ...ya me neither

[ditttiii]

sugar sweet! || ksj (m.) || ♡

↣ pairing: kim seokjin x reader (established relationship)

↣ genre: FILTH, pwp, smut with sprinkles of fluff & humor (bcoz let’s be real, kim seokjin would be the best.boyfriend.ever). Long story short, it’s explicit, nsfw and not for minors. 

↣ warnings:  use of restraints (tied hands), food play, edging, fingering, oral, food being used in ways it shouldn’t be (this is fiction, do not bring anything that has sugar close to your coochie, it ain’t a good idea), blindfolded & restrained reader, drool-play (someone spits in someone’s mouth), cunnilingus, top!seokjin, (kinda)dom!jin? (he’s sweet about it), language.

↣ wordcount: 2.7k

↣ summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡

Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it! (it’s porn y’all there is no summary)

↣ A/N: Hellu yes! i m back from d deepest pits of hell to write more smut that nobody asked for. this was written for purely selfish reasons and because i love the living daylights out of the one who goes by WWH (eff ya bighit for doing my man dirty with the remix), so here have some delicious, sticky, sweet smut!!

also written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ event hosted by @thebtswritersclub​. the member i picked was seokjinniee and my sense was taste. (was being the keyword, bcoz this shit snowballed into covering almost all other senses acjahjasb. what is pacing? thee does not knouu) anywhooo, i hope u enjoy this silly, sinful read and i ll meet u at end with a bottle (or barrel; watevr u need) of holy water!!

(the read more tag starts now coz we a hoe from the get go~)

You shiver when you feel the coldness of the chocolate syrup spread over your torso. Biting your lip, you let your toes curl as the liquid spreads over your skin, smoothens and slides from the dip of your clavicle to the swell of your breasts. Breath hitching, you moan out softly when the syrup spreads down to your belly, where your boyfriend swirls it around with his finger before said finger dips into your navel and you arch. 

 Sensing the liquid sliding down because of your position, Seokjin tuts and pushes you back down. "Stay." He commands, the usual jovial voice, deepening into something darker, more sinful and you nod, biting down a whine. If you were in any other situation, you'd have retorted that you aren't a dog, but something about Jin's dominating persona in bed always has you going quiet, yielding. 

 "God, you look appetizing love," 

 You whimper when you feel him inch closer to your skin, the soft puff of exhales tickling your skin and warming the blood that races through your veins. With a blindfold over your eyes, your vision is dark with the only thing that you can rely on being your other scenes. The flavoured, sweet fragrance that wafts upto your nose is what tells you that it's chocolate syrup. Considering how much Jin adores sweets, it doesn't really come as a surprise to you. 

 The first touch of his lips has your breath catching, fists clenching from where they are tied against the headboard. Hands tied, eyes covered, every little peck and glide of his tongue leaves you aching, the sensation somehow more potent than usual, and you squirm as the heat in between your legs, grows. 

 The sharp edges of his teeth scrape against the skin of the column of your neck, before he softly bites your collarbone, tongue slipping out and licking the chocolate syrup pooled in the hollow, after.   

 The minty, fresh scent of his freshly shampooed hair reaches you, and it's as though even with your eyes shut close, you can picture Jin leaning over you. You see behind your closed lids, as his broad shoulder cages you in, droplets of water trickling down from his wet strands to his defined chest, before they drop down on you, warm with his body heat, and slide down your skin to the sheets below.  

 "Jinnn..." You moan out, and in response, he moves from your neck to capture your lips. Full, soft lips caress yours, and you strain against the handcuffs, itching to run your hands through his silky, long strands. When his lips part, you blindly chase them, back-arching and figure growing taut as you shift to have his soft, sweet lips around yours.

 "Shush...let me take care of you okay?" His soft voice whispers to you, long fingers caressed from years of playing the guitar, cupping your cheeks, and angling your face closer to him. With trembling lips, you mumble out an equally soft, "okay," before his lips capture yours again. The remnant taste of the chocolate syrup on his lips is sweet, sticky and your lips part, tongue coaxing itself into his mouth and tasting the chocolate inside. Your tongue slides against his, gliding, tasting, every inch of his moist cavern, and you moan when his plush lips take your lower lip between them, sucking in the soft flesh. 

 Jin's breath over your skin is warm and moist, faintly smelling of his mint toothpaste, and somehow all of it's enough. The fragrance of his shampoo, the feel of his breath, the stray water droplets over your skin, the slightly rough material of his towel in between your thighs—all of it's somehow enough to make up for your lack of vision. 

 His long, lithe fingers dance down your sides, and in response, a soft mewl peals through the back of your throat. His lips make their way down your soft curves, tongue swirling around your erect nipple before his lips lock around it and suck. 

 Gasping, you curl your fingers around the headboard as the sensation shoots heat straight down to your core, wetness pooling out of you. Every lick, pull, graze of his lips combined with his teeth and tongue against your peaks has your back arching, the knot of pure heat and need in your belly tightening, as your breaths grow shallower, exhales breaking and turning into hitches. 

 He nuzzles his nose over your ribs, tongue peeking out and licking the last drops of syrup left, and the tickle of his long hair over your skin, after the soft, slightly moist feel of his tongue, has you squirming, and you rise to grind yourself against him. But the hand he has over your belly pushes you back down. 

 Huffing, your lips part to complain, but before a word can slip out, two of his fingers slip inside, and you moan. The slightly rough pads of his fingertips glide over your tongue, and the sweet taste of chocolate blooms over your taste buds. When his fingers drag out of your mouth, sliding and pressing the lower lip in, warm trails of your saliva follow, from your mouth down to your belly button.

 Biting, he sucks the skin right over your navel, and you arch, knowing full well that soon a bruise is going to bloom over the abused skin. The slight sting mixed with the pleasure of having his tongue dip into your navel, has you crying out, head tipping back. 

 "Ji...jin," you gasp out brokenly when the cold syrup slides down against the side of your thighs, and over the sensitive skin of the juncture where your legs meet your soaking heat. 

 Bucking, you squeak when one of his fingers suddenly circles your soaking heated opening, slowly caressing the folds, before it curls around the bundle of nerves above. Thick, warm arousal coating his fingertips as he rubs your clit. Slow, soft, lazy strokes push your trembling body to the edge, the knot in your belly tightening and curling, as it gets ready to snap, but before you can reach your high, Jin's moving away, and you whine at the loss of his touch. 

 As soon as he leaves, the coldness of the room hits your naked body like a dozen tiny sharp needles, and you shiver, legs clamping closed, as you pull your knees to your chest to keep warm. 

 "You alright there love?" Jin asks from somewhere a few meters away, and you groan, "fucking tease."

 "Aishhh," he tuts playfully, the pads of his steps against the floor, announcing his approaching figure before you feel his soft breath hit your face again. "Weren't you planning on cursing less?" 

 "I was, but then you decided to act like a fucki—mmph!"

 "Aish, such a dirty mouth, for such a nice girl." He sighs, nose inching closer and nuzzling against yours, something pressed tight over your closed lips. "Ah, I'll have to clean it again. Oh well come on now, open up love," His low voice coos at you, and warily you part your lips just a little. At the feel of something slightly rough against your tongue, you squeak; lips clamping shut quick as you push your head back into the mattress below. 

 "Love?"

 Grunting, you shake your head, face turning to the other side and away from your boyfriend, in refusal. While you trust Jin with your life, he has in the past also made you eat some very questionable things, and there is no way in hell that you are trusting his food choices with a blindfold on. Sighing at your stubbornness, he moves whatever it was that was pushing against your lips, and you breathe an almost silent sigh of relief.

 Relief that very rapidly turns to wariness when the same hand instead travels lower, near to your dripping heat. The ridges of your boyfriend's bony knuckles softly caressing your skin on the way down. 

 Squealing, you clamp your legs shut, but he is quicker, and before you can push your legs close all the way, his hand slides down and cups your dripping pussy, the roughness of something unknown pushing against your throbbing clit. 

 "Jin!" You admonish, back straining to distance yourself from his hand. 

 "You really don't trust me enough love," You hear the pout in his voice, and you almost want to reassure him, but suddenly he is pushing his hand closer to your wet heat, and something in his hand crushes under the force. You hear it in the soft 'squelch' that resounds after and feel it in the way something spurts against your pussy, instantly wetting your already oozing heat, as juices cover your folds and thighs. 

 "Shit! Jin! What the hell—"

 Mid curse your words, however, get caught in your throat, because the next second, his soft, plush lips are replacing his hand as his tongue licks the juices away. A broken moan rips out of your chest, your neck tipping back, face turning to the side until you feel the slightly cooler sheets against your flushed cheek. 

 His lips, lock around your clit, something between them pushing against your nerves, before it disappears, only for more juice to pool out from in between Jin's cushiony lips a second later and over to your leaking slit. 

 The liquid mixed with your arousal slides down your clit and to your opening. But before it can reach the end, your boyfriend's skilled tongue slips out and licks it dry, in one long stroke. The obscene, wet slurping sound reaches your ears, resulting in even more heat being pooled into your belly, as your core grows impossibly wetter. 

 Your walls clench around nothing, arousal oozing out with every single flick of Jin's tongue against your folds and every gentle suck of his lips around your clit, until you are a writhing, panting mess. The knot is so so tight, and you're almost there, but you just need that last little push—

 And before you can complete that train of incoherent thought, you are keening, back arching off the bed, as two of Jin's long, crooked fingers delve inside, your walls clamping down instantly and gripping him tightly, as they try to pull him further in. 

 Sweat beads across your skin, low over your back, and you shiver, the coldness of the room combined with your boyfriends' ministrations, causing shivers to race down your spine. 

 "Jesus, ohmygod, Jin, oh god, please..I..ah!"

 Your words die on your red, abused lips, tongue growing heavy as his fingers find your g-spot and caress it, fingers teasing the soft, sensitive spot over and over until you can no longer handle the onslaught, and with a strangled cry, you hit your peak. 

 Hands straining against the restraints until the skin under starts burning, your eyes under closed lids clench, as your entire body gets rammed with waves upon waves of undiluted pleasure. Toes curling, and fingers curving around the headrest, your figure grows taut like a string drawn too tight, as electricity zaps down your spine and leaves you trembling. 

 Chest tight with lack of breath, when you finally inhale, it's with a twitching, spent figure. 

 "I would never hurt you, baby, you should know that by now," Jin says, his voice soft and breathy, as his fingers tuck a few sweaty strands that were plastered against your face behind your ear. 

 "I do! Of course, I do, it's just...," your spent, soft voice trails off as you try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend that while you trust him, the same could not be said for his food choices. 

 "Well, now I am hurt," This time you clearly hear the pout in his voice, and you have to bite back an amused grin. 

 Kim Seokjin is nothing if not theatrical and extra. 

 "Well...," you tail off, before continuing, "I could make it up to you, free my hands, and I'll show you just how sorry I am?" 

 Despite how you hear Jin's breath hitch at the change in your tone, words dripping with innuendo and unadulterated lust for him, he still doesn't free you. Clearly he’s using whatever last speck of self-restraint and control he has in him, to not give in. 

 "Make it up to me now, tell me, what was it that you so rudely refused to eat?" 

 Your brows furrow, as you open your mouth only to clamp it shut again. Too wary of your boyfriend's food choices, you hadn't really allowed yourself to taste or smell whatever it was. The only knowledge that you have is that whatever that 'thing' was, it was juicy.

 'Yep, really narrowed it down. genius.'  

 Tamping down the sarcastic voice in your head, you say, "I didn't really taste it?" 

 Words meek and tone confused, your statement ends up being more of a question. 

 Jin 'tutts' again, and you are tempted to hit him in the knee for being such a drama queen, but then refrain yourself from following through with the urge.

 "Well I guess it can't be helped then," You hear him say, before one of his thumbs curls around your lower lip, over your teeth and pries your mouth open. 

 Feeling his faint breath on your face, you try to breathe in to see if maybe you can get a whiff of something that way, but he is still too far away, and the overpowering fragrance of his shampoo drowns out any lingering traces of another scent. 

 When you feel his thumb dig into the soft underside of your mouth, your tongue unconsciously seeks it out and licks the digit, laving it in your spit. 

 Jaw locked in place, you feel Jin's body heat curl around you as he hovers before something wet touches your lip. Tongue peeking out, you swipe it across your bottom lip and sense something wet and viscous against your buds? 

 Wait a fucking minute—

 "If I didn't love you as much as I do, I would have run for the fucking hills, you kinky bastard." 

 Jin huffs, "Yeah well too late, now tell me, what was it?"

 "Bossy kinky bas—Ouch! You pinched me!"

 "And you cursed, you asked me to pinch you every time you curse remember? I am just being a loving, doting, helpful boyfriend,"

 Snorting, you grumble under your breath, “helpful my ass,” before your tongue sneaks out to lick your lip again. 

 All the back and forth between you two had taken too long, and now you couldn't taste anything, whatever traces of the flavour were left in his spit, were evidently washed away by your gulps. 

 "Do it again." You insist. 

 "And you say I am the kinky one," 

 "Jin, I swear to all things holy if you make one more smartass—"

 Not waiting for you to finish, Jin swoops down, his full lips gently capturing yours in a sweet, light kiss, his lips only softly brushing yours as he waits for you to take the lead. 

 And lead you take—biting his lower lip and pulling it before your tongue slips inside and finds his. 

 Letting you do whatever you want to, he just curls his tongue softly around yours. Tongue slipping into the underside of his, you instantly know what the thing, or well now that you know better, 'fruit' was. The sweet, tangy flavour of it is easily identifiable, and this close to you, his breath gives you the confirmation that you need. 

 Breaking the kiss, you lick your lip, wiping away the combined spit of you and Jin both, before you tilt your chin up and say, "Strawberry."

 Getting the answer that he had been looking for Jin hums before he leans down to peck your lips, hands coming up to untie the blindfold. 

 "You sure that's all you tasted?" He teases when your eyes finally squint open, and blushing you squeak out, "Kim Seokjin! You and your kinky ass—"

a/n:- i come bearing barells & bottles!! i hope you liked it ✨ please, validate me. Lol, and oooh have a good day ahead boobooo!!! (i m sleepy & thus unnecessarily affectionate) 

[xolotoofficial]

∯∯∯

u got a lota hart n tbh idk wat 2 do abt it? ur jus such a gud person itz unfair

i lyk wen u me$$$age me. i try n learn watevr i can abt othr ppl dey livd xperiencz n shyt cuz im a nquizativ clwn n it alwayz feelz lyk askn a bajillin qs. kynda nice ya ask all da qs lol

ok so u told me abt dat big ol mess but lyk. got n e uhhhhhh historic tea? n e naughty history? ya had n e historical deviantz wat i dont kno shyt abt???

[jawnn]

today was good. gracie got mad @ me @ the beginning cuz i made pancakes n she said i was takin over mothers day 4 some1 whos not even my mom. but it was ok by the end. aws got his mom shoes n wrote her a song. i only had $ 4 flowers but she liked them n put them as the centerpiece on the table which made me feel so good. i was so happy to pretend to b part of this family. it was hard tho n i wound up um. bein stoopid after aws fell asleep. got way 2 angry n upset n went down 2 the basement n… ya. embarrassing lolz. gonna 4get that ever happened. at least no1 will kno.

i asked aws’ mom abt if m0m called 4 me or asked abt me. she looked sad n said no. i asked if m0m had ever called here. she said no. i said did my dad? no. n thats it. she said “it’s a 2 way street, baby” watevr thats sposed 2 mean. then she asked if id lik if she turned the guest room into a space 4 me. i said “no thank u” as nice as i could n walked away. i dont want 2 owe them anything. i want 2 stay w aws. i dont wanna get 2 comfortable here.

(i want to be their son.)

im gonna call the apple store back even though it’s earlier than they said, they talked abt training days, i could do that now. work way more in the summer. may b i can drop out of school to pull my weight around here and deserve 2 b here. i dont have the right 2 break down sobbing in the bathroom since i dont live here n cant punch the wall.

[abrakeydabra]

there was a song i loved a while ago (boats and birds by gregory and the hawk) and recently i found it again and part of the lyrics is like

“I live to let you shine- but you can skyrocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy far from here with more room to fly; just leave me your stardust to remember you by”

and it giving me real shinee and jonghyun feels

and im feeling real melancholy and like whenever i think about it it still just doesnt feel real? like? is that normal?

you could say somethin sweet like “oh it doesnt feel real becus hes always with you” but like theres also “it doesnt feel real becus you dont accept it fully like ya havent truely grieved and are holdin it down”???

hopefully its a normal thing? or at least the sweet version like ive already cried a lot- mayb with these things there just isnt enough tears though..

oK SAD BOY HOURS ARE OVER

HAVE THIS CUTE PIKA GIF FOR READING ALL OF THIS

HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/MORNING its late here watevr

[undeadpsycho13]

a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart

AHHHHHH GUYS LOOK IM SO SO SO SORRRRRRYYYYYY I SWEAR I HAD THIS FINISHED LAST FRIDAY I JUST FORGOT IM SORRRRYYYYY

i know this chapter is one week overdue, and i hope u guys can forgive me.  i swear i had it done ages ago, just forgot to post it. also, its more than twice the length of the first chapter, if that makes up for anything.

thank you to @puzzle-of-life-reason-for-death​ for the reminder, this chapter is for you!! :D

btw, some chinese swear words are involved, and the translations are at the bottom. if u dont like them, rlly sorry, i just thought it might be fun, cause you know, both baits and an speak chinese canon, and so do i, so why not?

tell me if u dont like it, i wont include them in the next chapter

otherwise, enjoy~~ ^_~

CHAPTER 2: JUST A TINY PART OF ME (FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

The second time was not so much of an accident, but oh well, not-accidents happen all the time, don’t they?

The annoying door ringing speaker thing once again announced Baitsakhan’s appearance at Endgame.  A very pissed Baitsakhan.  A very pissed Baitsakhan who had not had coffee in the last three days and was currently dying of lack of caffeine in his bloodstream.  Red Bull was a poor substitute; he needed freaking coffee.  The darker, the better.  The scene from last week flashed back in his face, and Baitsakhan cringed a little on the inside.  He was not willing to make a fool of himself again.

He had surprised both his sister and An by staying away from coffee for four days, and then couldn’t help but get some coffee from The Starbucks.  At least he had figured out the barista’s name.  Hilal Ibn Isa Al-Salt.  He was awful proud of his memory; who on earth had long-ass names like that?  For once, he was appreciative of his unique, surname-less name.

But the Al-Salt guy’s infuriating niceness had gotten the better of him, and he had once again scared Baitsakhan away with a honey-bee-pesticide-banning petition.  Who cares whether bees died?  Screw them.

The absence of a sufficient amount of caffeine, however, was not his only problem.  The Phone Guy (as baitsakhan had deemed him) had texted him back, albeit the dire-sounding warning, with a outrageous reply of, omg so sry got the wrong # D: rlly rlly sry :(.  And then, of all the emojis he could have typed, he chose the freaking <3.

Needless to say, Baitsakhan was pissed.  No one, no one the whole damn world, was allowed to send him a heart emoji (save Sarangerel and An’s incredibly sweet girlfriend Chiyoko, but that as different), and yet this complete stranger had taken it upon himself (or herself, he added as an afterthought) to send him one.  This was an outrage.  He would not dignify this text with an answer, he thought to himself.

So, naturally, he just had to go to that nice coffee shop to calm himself down.  Just had to.  And it had nothing to do with wanting to the hot barista.  Absolutely nothing.

Seating himself at the table closest to the window, he took out his phone, absent-mindedly scrolling through his playlist.  

An indefinite amount of time passes.  

And then, out of the blue, a hand suddenly tapped him shoulder, and, startled, he whipped around, teeth bared, hands out in front of him in an offensive position, ready to gouge the offenders eyeballs out ––

The cute barista (Maccabee, his mind supplied) is, apparently, said offender.

Great, there’s another person who thinks he’s a psychopathic weirdo (not that he isn’t, but still).

But instead of freaking out at his overreaction, the guy laughs.  Who even does that after a near-death experience? (Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating, but there’s no denying this guy was weird.)

“Chill dude, just here to take your order.”

Met with Baitsakhan’s blank look, the guy raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look, I love having you here, but if you don’t order something, like, right now, I’m going to have to kick you out, ’cause I just got this job and I really don’t want to lose it.  You know, you’ve been sitting here for like half an hour doing nothing.”

Holy hell, he’s been wasting thirty minutes doing nothing?!  Scrambling up (in a very dignified way, of course), he says, in a voice he hopes is impassive,

“Sure, I’ll have an espresso or something, like that thing you made last time.  If you don’t remember, I’ll just have the thing with the most caffeine.”

Maccabee (again, this is all his brain’s doing, there is no way Baitsakhan would consciously remember people’s names, even super hot guys) laughs at that, shaking his head.

“Of course I remember, who would be able to forget the order of the cutest guy we’ve had here since I started working?”

The blond is nice to enough not show any visible reaction to the way Baitsakhan’s face burns a deep red color at his comment, and instead smiles a bit lopsidedly and turns to go.  Suddenly he pauses, turns back to face the noirette, and before Baitsakhan can do anything the older teen quickly winks, so fast it was almost missed, and continues on towards the counter.

For the next five minutes, until Maccabee comes back with his drink, Baitsakhan just sits there, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish, shell-shocked.  Even then all he can do is close his mouth and nod his head politely.

A buzz from his phone catches his attention, finally rousing him from his stupor.  For a moment, he thinks that it’s the Phone Guy again, but when he see’s "Asian Hacker Lovebird”, he smiles to himself and swipes the screen sideways to reply.  Though he would never admit it, An crashing into his life nine years ago really made his life better a thousand-fold.  He remembered first arriving in North America, a bitter, parent-less seven year-old, small for his age but savage and aggressive, despite the language barrier.  Oh, he learned English in his due time, but back then, really all he could say were a few basic swear words that immediately earned him half a dozen enemies.  The one person he gravitated towards was a kid in the year above him, a Chinese boy who was all glares and rule-breaking and rebellious behaviour.  Looking at his slim frame and lanky form, people would be led to falsely believe that An was all bark and no bite.  

They couldn’t be more wrong.  

Professional in at least ten different types of martial arts and an expert at (illegal) poisons and (illegal) hacking, An was definitely a formidable opponent.  Baitsakhan’s type of guy.  They were the perfect pair, both cold and haughty at school and in public.  No one needed to know they played video games together well into the night and had weird movie marathons on a regular basis and smiled until their face’s hurt and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

He was a good friend, cynical, with a dry sense of humor.

Right now, however, not so much.

asian hacker lovebird: where r u????

asian hacker lovebird: baits

asian hacker lovebird: answer me child

asian hacker lovebird: ANSWER ME CHILD

im-not-smol: Piss off.

asian hacker lovebird: THE CHILD IS HERE

im-not-smol: Don’t call me a child.

asian hacker lovebird: i repeat where r u

im-not-smol: A cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: specify

im-not-smol: Endgame Cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: U MEAN!!!

asian hacker lovebird: LIKE DA 1 W/ DA HOT BARISTA U RANT ABT 24/7??!!!!

asian hacker lovebird: OMG STAY RIGHT THERE DONT MOVE IMMA JOIN U

im-not-smol: Don’t you dare.

im-not-smol: 傻逼

asian hacker lovebird: oh no u did NOT just call me that

asian hacker lovebird: now i need 2 come 2 beat u up

asian hacker lovebird: it is a MUST

asian hacker lovebird: see ya in 2 min

im-not-smol: 王八蛋

asian hacker lovebird: SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP IMMA COME OVER RN 2 BEAT UP UR STUPID ASS

im-not-smol: You can try. ;)

asian hacker lovebird: challenge accepted ur goin DOWN boi

im-not-smol: We’ll see about that.

asian hacker lovebird: ur “impecable grammar” rlly pisses me off

asian hacker lovebird: *imppecable

asian hacker lovebird: ugh

asian hacker lovebird: smthn watevr i kant spel

im-not-smol: It’s not my fault you turned autocorrect off.

asian hacker lovebird: when will u eva learn 2 txt like a normal person???

asian hacker lovebird: 好落后

asian hacker lovebird: just sayin

im-not-smol: Shut up.

asian hacker lovebird: look up

Baitsakhan raised his head, only to be met with the sight of a very distorted face right next to his head.  And of course he didn’t scream Jesus Christ and shriek like a little girl, what are you talking about?

The weird twisted face outside morphed into a wicked grin and the doorbell rang once again as another customer entered, tears of mirth still apparent in his eyes.  This new comer looked quite out of the ordinary, tall and dressed in nothing but black and silver, a face that was all harsh angles and sharp corners and pale skin.  A contrasting red teardrop tattoo stood out, leaking out of his right eye, and his strange hair style earned him quite a few looks from the other customers.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Shut up, you will speak of this to no one, understand?”

Most people would quake with fear at the aggressive tone, but An just rolls his eyes,

“Normal people don’t speak like ancient three-hundred year-old vampires, Baits.”

He drops down on the chair opposing Baitsakhan’s, leaning back and crossing his legs, stretching them out in front of him, a picture of complete ease.

“So, where’s the hot shot?” An says in a mock-whisper tone.  Baitsakhan glares at him before subtly motioning towards the counter, where Maccabee is leaning against it, his phone one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  For a moment, An just stares, a small smirk on his face (not that the smirk ever disappears), whistling appreciatively.  And then, out of the blue, he shouts, so loud that he attracts probably the attention of everyone else in the mile radius,

“Hey there, aren’t employees not supposed to serve themselves?”

Startled, Maccabee looks up.  He sees An’s triumphant expression and Baitsakhan’s kill-me-now-please-just-shoot-me-and-save-me-from-the-torture one, and kind of gathers what happened.  A lazy smile slips onto his face.  He walks over, leisurely, still holding the half-finished drink.

“You’re right.  But… ”  He pauses for effect, and in that short amount of time An actually gets around to rolling his eyes again.  The boy really gets a lot of practice.

“I’m off duty.  Ais over there took over for me.”

He gestures at a red-headed girl who has somehow managed to escape their notice until then.  For a moment, a strange look flits across Baitsakhan’s face, but as quickly as it got materialises, it disappears.

An shrugs.

“Oh.  Good for you.”  He says awkwardly.

There’s an uncomfortable silence, like the type when someone ought to say something but nobody does, before Baitsakhan finally interjects,

“Thanks for the coffee, but I think my friend and I should get going.” Here he pointedly glares at An, who stares innocently at the ceiling.  

“How much is it again?”

Maccabee shrugs,

“Don’t worry about it, as long as you come again, it’s on the house.”

He winks suggestively.

Baitsakhan, of course, agrees.  After all, who could say no to a free cup of coffee, right?  And obviously, obviously it had no correlation to the fact that he actually wanted to come back to ogle the baristas.  Duh, no.

When he first visited the coffee shop, Baitsakhan never imagined he would meet someone like this who flirted blatantly and paid for his drinks.  When he first exited the coffee shop, he never thought he would come back again.  When he came back the second time, he never thought that this place would impact his previously non-existent love life.

Only when they are outside the door, Baitsakhan for the second time, An the first, and An is laughing at his lovestruck (Baitsakhan would deny this) expression that Baitsakhan realises that maybe, maybe a tiny part of him has fallen in love with Maccabee.

(Just a tiny part.)

CHAPTER INDEX (for your convenience)

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so. how’d you guys like it?

here are the translations:

傻逼 = dumbass/idiot

王八蛋 = its like f    er (sry, i rlly dont like swearing in english in writing, i feel like ppl will track me down and yell at me)

好落后 = so behind (as in trends, like in the context of not caught up on the latest trends)

hope that cleared things up a bit, if not feel free to send me a quick message, and i’ll explain to you in detail.

anyways, any suggestions for the next chapter?? (i really need to change the texting usernames, any suggestions for the individual characters?? eventually all of the players are gonna get involved one way or another in the texting conversations)