❛사랑해요❜ 𝐢𝐥𝐲 | 𝐬.𝐜𝐛 + 𝐥.𝐟𝐥

하나

ONE 💕

changbin stared at the ceiling, in boredom. "ugh," he simply grunted as his friend, hyunjin, stayed silent. "uuuuuggghhh," the male continued. hyunjin continued to ignore the childish boy, scrolling through his twitter posts and the comments on them. "uuuUUUGGGHHH-"

"wHAT!?" the taller male yelped, snapping his head up and throwing his arms into the air, letting go of his phone, that flew onto the ground. luckily, it was only carpet, or else hyunjin would be bawling his heart out in that very moment. "i'm bored." changbin answered shortly, looking up at the younger. "did you seriously interrupt me talking to my fans online just to tell me that your gay ass is bored?" he frowned, placing his hands on his hips. changbin cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms. "you mean the girls who swoon over your selfies? you got verified on twitter for having a beautiful face!"

"correction, i got verified for being talented." hyunjin frowned, as he displayed a very hurt expression on his face. the two were close and often joked around from time to time, but hyunjin was sensitive about comments like that, though he didn't show it. he liked to believe that he was more than a pretty face, even though he was very narcissistic and referred to himself a god because of his looks, it did hurt to know that some people did only like him for that. after all, he really was talented, which is why he's a media star. "that and your talent." changbin added, rolling his eyes playfully to hide the fact that he panicked for that short moment of hyunjin getting upset over his statement. "besides... not all of them are girls." hyunjin added with a smirk.

changbin looked up with a shocked expression. "what?"

"what?" hyunjin repeated back to him, a cheeky smile plastered on his face as he grabbed his phone. he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, quickly walking to the door to exit. "h-hey! hwang hyunjin, come back here!" he sighed in frustration and pouted when the male didn't even give him a hug goodbye. hyunjin was a cover artist, who of course wrote his own songs, and was moving back to seoul to go busking and visit his family for a while. that meant changbin would be left alone in the apartment in daegu, to be bored for life.

technically, he still had his faithful members of 3RACHA, chan and jisung, but they weren't as fun as hyunjin.

suddenly, a ding came from his phone, informing him of his new text message. taking the device out of his back pocket, he read the messages, realizing it was from hyunjin.

mr pretty face, ugly personality
By the way, you should
probably get Twitter so
that we can chat properly.
I don't do sms.

trash bin
i don't have twitter.

mr pretty face, ugly personality
Instagram?

trash bin
oh, yeah. i have an acc
but i haven't used it in
a while. so i would have to
re-download it. woops.

mr pretty face, ugly personality
Good. Follow me, and
then message me straight
away, even if I don't
follow back. Tell me who
you are or I might think
you're just a fan.
Also, Twitter is way better 

Instagram, you should make an account

trash bin
i agree to disagree.

smiling, changbin continued to download the app. "i should really change his contact name." he sighed. because it wasn't true. it only reminded him of what he said to the younger before he left.

- 💟 -

after fooling around with instagram for a while, changbin decided to finally go searching for hyunjin's account. he frowned, trying to remember what it was. clicking into their conversation, he memorized the username 'dabbing_king'. he hardly ever dabbed, so he found it quite odd and stupid to have as his user.

tapping on the first suggestion, he followed the account. then he sat there and waited. waiting, waiting, waiting... for what? changbin's eyes widened, remembering what hyunjin said.

"Follow me, and then message me straight away, even if I don't follow back. Tell me who you are or I might think you're just a fan."

chuckling at himself, he then messaged the user.

binniebb
hi. it's bin.

once he sent the text message, he didn't really know what to do, since he hadn't responded. sitting in boredom, he wasn't sure what else to do. so, instead, he got changed into something more comfortable for home since hyunjin was gone and he was dressed like he was going out at the time. he wore an oversized jumper, not being bothered to take his earrings out.

he threw himself onto his bed, laying on his stomach and kicked his legs in a synchronized pattern as he scrolled through the posts of the users he followed. their content wasn't as interesting as he hoped. changbin let out a disappointed sigh before clicking out of instagram and continuing to read a story called 'roses are red' that has gotten him quite riled up for the past few days.

suddenly, he got a message back. the notification caught him off guard as his eyes widened.

- 💟 -

ooo, damn. cliffhanger.
this is my first texting story so don't @ me if it's shit sjshdn.