[CONTENTID1]happy birthday[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]baewon: i'm in xin jia po baby (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

baena: what
baena: wAIT WHAT!!?
baena: NO WAY 凸(￣ヘ￣)

baewon: bish
baewon: believe
baewon: it
baewon: i'm here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

baena: prove it (¬‿¬ )

baewon: (ノ*°▽°*)
baewon: ☆⌒(≧▽​° )
baewon: ┬┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬┴

baena: ...
baena: WELL??

baewon: send me ur address
baewon: we have a date to plan
baewon: ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ

baena: babe no.
baena: you're drunk.
baena: go to bed lamao

baewon: why naaaww (╥﹏╥)
baewon: tell me where you aaatt

baena: are you serious?

baewon: no.
baewon: i'm sowon...eul malhaebwa~
baewon: aggressive headbanging*

baena: bLOCKEDT*

baewon: nice try (^_-)≡☆
baewon: no questions
baewon: JUST
baewon: DO
baewon: IT

baena: bye (ﾒ￣▽￣)︻┳═一

baewon: you go, you're walking out of my heart

baena is typing...

baewon: wait
baewon: come baaackk
baewon: don't go
baewon: o(TヘTo)

baena is typing...

baewon: K
baewon: I
baewon: M
baewon: J
baewon: I
baewon: Y
baewon: E
baewon: O
baewon: N

baena: <3




Sowon made a face at the questionably dark liquid swirling dangerously in a horrideous multi-colored polka-dotted mug. Gagging at the strong bitter taste of her drink that tormented her poor, poor taste buds after taking a curious sip, she quickly lurched towards the trashcan. After she washed away the remaining aftertaste of coffee from , she glared with raw hatred at the cause of her near death experience.

The sound of footsteps padding across the kitchen were loud as she made her way behind Bona to wrap her arms around her tiny waist from behind. Sowon squeezed the shorter tightly for exactly two seconds before resting her chin on her left shoulder. She lightheartedly kissed the crook of her neck with a giggle, ‘Sure babe, we’ve all gone through the phase of attempting to murder our platonic soulmates on the first day.’

Bona snorted, grabbed a large soapy spoon hiding between two plates to use as an impromptu mic and proceeded to sing right into Sowon’s ear with an obnoxious voice. ‘It ain’t my fault you keep ! It ain’t my fault you got, got me so gone!’ She stepped away to throw her hands up in the air and fling soapsuds everywhere, ‘It ain’t my fault I’m not leaving alone! It ain’t my fault you keep !’


For what seems like an eternity, they continued to wreck the apartment by using it as a stage for their duet performances until early afternoon. Sowon would constantly cheer for Bona like an avid fan and vice versa when the former broke out in a dance at particular parts of the songs.

With Sowon's legs dangling off the couch while Bona's feet upon her lap, both clearly out of breath, they were an exhausted pile of limbs in the middle of the room.



baewon: hey (=⌒‿‿⌒=)

baena: i'm
baena: literally RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!!

baewon: oh
baewon: B U T
baewon: i'm hungary

baena: ...czech the fridge then
baena: ٩(◕‿◕)۶

baewon: hungry*
baewon: ...
baewon: i
baewon: take me out

baena: i thought
baena: we were going on a date?

baewon: exactly
baewon: we are ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
baewon: so let's go bij