❝I THOUGHT YOU WERE PIRATES, WHY DO YOU HAVE A BABY WITH YOU?❞
❝EXCUSE ME? MY NAME'S CHANGBIN.❞
as competitors get themselves ready for another tough year of voyaging the seven seas in Bon Voyage 2020, the backbiter pirates are getting themselves re...
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Seriously. Could he ever sleep in peace?
Changbin was woken up to the sound of something hitting his window. And it was 1:57 AM.
Well, whatever the hell that was must have been worthless, because now his phone was having a seizure. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he opened his messages to a bunch of spam from Jisung, whose 'watermelon seeds clearly didn't pierce the glass so let's try waking you up with this.'
What the fuck, those seeds must have been huge if they made that noise? Changbin frowned, pushing his duvet aside and turning the lamp on. He sat up, leaning against his pillow and typing in a reply to Jisung's string of whimsical messages.
spearb_iter 1:58 bro wtf are u DOING
spearb_iter 1:58 ARE YOU STILL THROWING WATERMELON SEEDS AT MY WINDOW
spearb_iter 1:58 BRO DONT U HAVE A PHONE FFS USE THAT
jijisung 1:59 OHMYGOD YOURE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT!1!! I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD A PHONE LET ME JUST
And the next thing Changbin knew, he saw the lit-up screen of an iPhone hurling itself at the window – hit the glass with a sickening thud – then fall back to the ground, somewhere near the now screaming Jisung.
spearb_iter 2:01 man.... did you just... thrOW YOUR PHONE.... AT MY MF WINDOW
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"This better be worth it."
"Oh, it'll be so worth it."
"THIS BETTER BE WORTH IT, JISUNG."
"What? Pink onesies look good on you!" Jisung exclaimed, in a voice that was his whisper level but Changbin's screaming level.
"So everyone's showing up in some stupid pyjama get-up?" Changbin rubbed his temples, trying to keep his eyes open.
No, the 'watermelon' seeds (they weren't watermelon seeds only, it was a seed pack Jisung found at a plant shop . . . clearly Jisung was also only half-functioning around this time of night) weren't a dream. Jisung's phone had taken a nasty fall in the form of a long crack down the screen and a chilling dent in the left lower corner. After Changbin opened the door to his apartment and managed to keep Jisung without screaming about the baby hamsters sleeping in the pen, he was forced into his pink dinosaur onesie, with assurance from Jisung that everyone would be wearing the same.
At this rate, Changbin could barely trust a 1 AM Jisung. Now his only wish was that no sober soul sighted a pair of adolescent boys walking down the street in animal onesies, carrying flashlights and a packet of jackfruit seeds whilst talking about the Earth's rotation on its axis.
