after chan had taken his earbuds and successfully forced the younger boy out of his apartment, Chan noticed a note. y'know one of those cliché notes in those weird romance movies. yeah, that kind of note.
Chan wondered over to his bedside table and grabbed it, reading over it carefully.
text me sometime, babes —
xxx-xxx-xxxx
-ji ♥︎
chan stared at the note in disbelief. the blonde was contemplating on pinching himself until he woke up,, or just... texting him.
of course he chose to text him.
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save # ; xxx-xxx-xxxx
as : jisungie ♥︎ ?
✓yes / no
__
me :
so,,, this is Jisung...
right??
read✓
jisungie ♥︎ :
wow,, you actually
read the note, and yes, yes it is.
read✓
me :
don't get your hopes up,
loser.
read✓
jisungie ♥︎ :
yes ma'am.
read✓
save # ; xxx-xxx-xxxx
as : channie ♥︎ ?
✓yes / no
___
channie ♥︎ :
anywayyyy, I'm
going to get some sleep,
you should too x
jisungie ♥︎ :
aww, you're actually
worried about me?? cute .
read✓
channie ♥︎ :
shut up and go to sleep,
idiot.
read✓
jisungie ♥︎ :
as you wish, sweetheart.
read✓
jisungie ♥︎ :
goodnight xx
read✓
_____
I feel so soft right now tho,,
also just a filler chap—
I'm having some writers block 😪
