✉︎　❛ calls

@❛ yein jung。 is that so? well i wonder who those could possibly have been from..
nervous laughter fills the chilling air that lingers above, such intimate subjects of the heart always putting him into more of a meek state than his characteristic confidence otherwise would have allowed. although he refuses to let it be so blatantly obvious the p.i. is at the literal edge of his seat, nibbling upon a plush lower lip as he awaits the answer he’d been dying to hear all day. when he finally does he cannot help the smug smile that creeps onto a gleaming visage.
sure. we can talk.. if you can find me that is. lips purse into a big silky pout as he gives a kiss to the girl on his screen with a tender “mwah”, proceeding to hang up.

[ call ended ]

@❛ youngho seo。 hi, doofus. mhm, i've had a great day. moreso because i woke up to some rather gorgeous flowers associated with purity and love... despite trying to hold back the giddy excitement within her chest, yein can't help but flash an exuberant smile at her beloved through the camera, the apples of her cheeks dusted with endearing shades of crimson.
listen... i read your letter and...well, i—how could i ever say no to you, seo youngho? though, i'd prefer we talk about this in person because there's so much i'd like to say. is that okay? a gentle look fills chocolate-stained orbs as her gaze lingers over the male's visage upon the screen with nothing but sheer adoration.

@❛ yein jung。 [ answering facetime from honey ♡ ]

hey, psycho. did you have a nice day? he heaves a raspy sigh of exhuastion before plopping down on what appears to be a park bench, slender digits running through raven black tendrils to comb through their tousled locks. anything.. interesting happen?

@❛ youngho seo。 [ facetime to husband ♡ ]

@❛ youngho seo。 pft. you’re the dork here, dork. tsundere dork. with a feigned expression of exasperation (which most likely came off as an endearing look not one bit menacing) does yein offer a small huff, cuddling the mini p.i. against her frame. with her device tight within her grasp, the girl plops backward to lay upon the velvety cushion of her bed, an expanse of solace assuaging a soul speckled with shards of impurities. in that moment are tresses of obsidian bound free from from whatever confines held them, becoming one with wintry air before sprawling out across the cream mattress in a gorgeous haze beneath the female’s lithesome body. the bell on her silken choker gives out with its little jingles with every gentle movement, to which the damsel knew her beloved could only find completely irresistible.
awh, i guess i’ll forget the idea of a plush toy yein then... the cherubic canvas of a pale mien is emblazoned with jealousy all too clear to see, though it’s quickly scoured and plastered over with engrossment.
hey, my ideas are never lame. you didn’t forget about the matching necklaces i got us, right? but why are you randomly bringing that up? doe eyes with their flecks of bewitching phosphorescence gaze across the male’s face in pure curiosity and adoration, yein batting her eyelashes.

@❛ yein jung。 s– shut up, dork. glistening hazelnut eyes roll over with a sheepish chagrin grin spread across the male’s visage, simply shaking off that unyielding sense of exuberance which always seems to fade away whenever things get a little too good to be true. although underlying insecurities and a plethora of anxiety were always right there gnawing away at the back of his mind, he chose to ignore it all and rather enjoy this one good moment they shared.
you know, i really don’t need a second body pillow. changmin is already my first one and he works just fine. anyhow, remember when we were kids and i think you once bugged me about friendship bracelets or whatever, but i said that was lame? well.. maybe it’s not such a lame idea after all.

@❛ youngho seo。 "many things"? above all, i would also consider myself...yours. a pale countenance dusted with loving shades of rose becomes glazed over with an ecstatic grin in an attempt at teasing her beloved, for the girl cannot hold back from expressing just how dearly she had missed him - even the remembrance of her planned surprise for him upon his return emanates a tiny giggle from her, though she decides to stay silent. truly, it was difficult in masking her joy; were she to even try, she knew youngho would see through her facade, read her like a book anyway. giving a playful squint of the eyes at the latter's hasty response does yein showcase a coy smile, making a mental note pertaining to the male's fervidity, all too clear to witness.
okay. i will note down that the p.i. loves gifts - oh, wouldn't a body pillow be an intriguing idea? with her countenance lighting up at the idea does yein give a playful wink toward the camera of her phone. she simply couldn't help but yearn to further tease the private eye, evoke an amusing reaction.
hm, maybe something like painting? or you know, geeky stuff like acting out a shakespearean script. awh, wouldn't diy crafts be fun too?

@❛ yein jung。 you are... many things, jung yein. suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of absolute avidity the male clenches his jaw tight, the razor sharp edge protruding against smooth glazed complexion as his teeth grind in such a frustrated and anxious state. among those many things yein could be, she was certainly missed. and loved. and yearned for.
yes. do it. a raspy voice barks in command sharp and short, having made no hesitation in his agreement. as soon as he realizes this does he quickly attempt to cover up such eager desire for something as simple yet embarrassing as a plush figure resembling his beloved; changing the subject and stuttering upon words.
i’d, uh– i would like that. anything particular in mind?

@❛ youngho seo。 a doll, awh. a pretty doll waiting to be pet and played with? but i thought i was also your pet? with an adorable tilt of the head does yein flick at the bell upon her choker, a faint reminder of the male's possessiveness.
yeah, i'll be careful - don't worry! also, i can uh, make you one of myself too if you so desire... timorous orbs stained with dark chocolate are diverted to the side, a bashful hue of carmine against the apples of her cheeks.
hey, we should do something artsy together sometime.

@❛ yein jung。 despite the girl’s sad attempts at covering her tracks, he overhears her little mutters and promptly yanks a blanket to cover the lower half of his caramel visage so that he may much more succesfully hide his own stupid smile; eyes turning up into little crescents and cheeks tainted with plumes of rosy pink.
you did such a good job, darling! i didn’t realize you were a dollmaker. i just thought you were the doll yourself with a pretty face like that. eventually he has no choice but to move the blanket so she can hear his responses and is forced to face her in all his embarrassed fervor. that is until he pouts, features contorting with concern.
awh, honey.. be more careful next time!

@❛ youngho seo。 dark bistre orbs are filled with pure adoration at the delight all too clear to see, spread out across the male's visage. the praise causes her to smile, a light flush upon the apples of her cheeks - how she had yearned for his voice like so.
...your good girl. she slyly mumbles under her breath before scoffing in an attempt to cover up her words. i made it a couple days ago, decided to try sewing again, to which, uh... with no further words does yein lift a hand into the camera's view, to which lithe digits are covered with bandaids, presumably from making mistakes.

@❛ yein jung。 the rather precious display she puts on brings an inescapable cheery grin to plush lips as they curl upwards once more. albeit he presses them tight together in attempts to hide the blatant satisfaction at such a simple thing, there is just no helping the loud huff of contentment that slips out.
..good girl. you hardly ever disappoint me. so when did you make that thing anyhow?

@❛ youngho seo。 precious lipstick-stained tiers are curved outward into a heart-shaped pout at her beloved's response, though the girl ends up exuding a bout of exhilarated laughs. placing a gentle kiss upon her dear plush toy with a small "mwah" does she give a playful whine.
nuh uh. who else could it be besides my precious seo youngho, hm?
another forced whimper elicits past yein's lips as she holds the plush toy close against her chest, mustering the cutest pout she can manage.

@❛ yein jung。 the raven black tresses atop his head are disheveled amongst the pillows, clearly having tossed and turned in bed for some time now before ultimately calling yein with the hopes of getting some comfort. or to pass the time. she always seems to make things.. better. easier to live with. even when she’s being a pain in the .
aWH oh my gosh! honey, i– soon he stops amidst a gleeful episode of elated excitement, his cheshire smile dropping into a thin line.
hm. looks like it could be officer shim.

@❛ youngho seo。 an inquisitive brow arises at the male's heavy sigh, though yein brushes it off for a short-lived moment, doe eyes practically effervescing with elation at the sight of her beloved, even if it be through a screen. it'd be a lie to say she didn't miss his presence, though she understood it'd be impossible for them to always be together. nonetheless, upturned tiers are laced with a tinge of jaundice, bittersweet missing.
i've missed you..terribly, actually. in fact, i made myself this! rising from her spot does the girl make her way to her bed to grab what looks like an innocent plush toy, though seemingly modeled after a familiar male. recognize who this might be?

@❛ yein jung。 it’s been.. fine. the male sighs with a subtle bittersweet melancholy, every so tenderly nibbling upon chapped rosy flesh of a lower tier as underlying anxieties fill the expanse of his chest. the truth was that he misses her. being without that one tenant who clung and bickered and got under his skin the most felt like there was now an empty void deep within that can only be fixed when yein is nearby.
i, uh– yeah. missed you too.. mumbles softly beneath a hot breath, adjusting in the messy hotel bed. you haven’t missed me too much, have you?

@❛ youngho seo。 [ answering facetime from husband ♡ ]

my husband! a gleeful voice gives out from yein's end of the screen, a bright smile laid out across her features. it can be seen that the girl is simply situated at the desk of her bedroom, laptop and sketchbook propped open before her.
i missed you, husband. how has your time away been?

@❛ yein jung。 [ facetime to honey ♡ ]

@❛ baekhyun byun。 even yein knows full well that she's lightweight and seems to change into a completely different person once consuming alcohol. even still, that treacly temptation lays before her and she grasps onto it, not even realizing that perhaps drinking has become an unhealthy way out for her. it wouldn't change a thing, but if it could make her feel satisfied for even just a short moment...then, game.
ugh, i hate pineapple pizza. i'll just get classic pepperoni if that's fine. see ya on the roof!

[ call ended ]

@❛ yein jung。 though her offer is tempting, baekhyun has already self-medicated with a couple beers. most of all, he knows how she can get around alcohol, and perhaps the rooftop wasn’t the safest place. however, it still appealed to him; at this moment he wanted nothing more than to fill his veins with alcohol and forget every, single inkling of a memory of his girl— though she wasn’t his anymore.
sure, he concedes, the finally thought of yuqi enough to bring him over the wavering edge. as long as there’s no pineapple on the pizza. i’ll bring the drinks.

@❛ baekhyun byun。 eyes of dark ochre gaze outside at the night sky for a brief moment before yein turns back to baekhyun on her screen, wanting to get away from their depressive topics.
hey, i'm gonna order some pizza. why don't we hang out together on the rooftop? we can drink too. a gentle smile fills the canvas of the girl's face, and for once, it's not a facade set up by the little starlet - it's an earnest display of emotion
might be nice for us to just chill together, watch the sun set. how about it?

@❛ yein jung。 no problem— and you have complete patient confidentiality, he responds with a greasy grin as he attempts to follow her lead and lighten the mood. however, as soon as the fated name leaves yein’s lips, the corners of his lips drop to form a weak frown. it’s whatever, really. we weren’t even dating, so she had no obligation to stay around. despite the turmoil bubbling inside his chest, as well as the alcohol and the betrayal, baekhyun simply cannot find the energy to complain any more though the words are already forming in his mind

@❛ baekhyun byun。 you think so? thanks uh, doctor baekhyun. finally for the evening does the girl’s bubbly personality peek out for once.
you don’t have to tell me anything or be sad at all. i just thought i should check up with you, with yuqi and everything... though yein knows full well herself that she may not be able to give the right advice regarding platonic and romantic relationships, her full and undivided attention is delivered to the medical student, knowing for herself that perhaps just offering an open ear could change things.

@❛ yein jung。 it’s fine, he brushes off her apology as it really wasn’t necessary at all. in fact, it’s kind of nice to forget my problems and have to deal with yours, no offense.
blinking, he tries not to stumble in conversation as he reflects upon the words she had shared with him: though he had earlier concluded from his own experience that yein held a facade, a fabricated persona in front of the tenants, he never fathomed that the confident, naive person he came to knew could be so broken on the inside.
thanks for telling me anyways. sorry if it was a bit too uplifting for you, he scoffs. i’m down to be sad too if that’s what you need.

@❛ baekhyun byun。 the beauty of life... words come out in a mumble and though yein would like to continue to make suicidal remarks and comment on feeble attempts to continue on with her downtrodden life, she decides against it, opting on listening to the heartfelt words coming from perhaps the first person she could really consider her friend out of all the tenants at casia.
...thanks, baekhyun. it really means a lot. i mean, it’ll take time for me to, i don’t know, accept myself. i’m sorry you had to see me like this—you probably feel like crap too but instead, you’re stuck with crybaby jung yein. with the last of her tears drying, the girl can’t help but chuckle at her own attempt at a small joke, hazelnut orbs falling across the screen to gaze at the male.

@❛ yein jung。 listening to the words leaving , babehyun can’t help but relate, as horrible as it sounded. both his parents were dead— did he really have anyone to make proud any longer? despite these haunting thoughts, he knew it was his duty to lift yein out of her wallowing hole of self-pity, even if he was currently wasting away in his own.
but that’s the beauty and challenge of life is it not? making and killing friendship, falling in and out of love, making mistakes. you’re not doing anything wrong.
and besides, i’m sure there’s more ed up people in this world than you, myself included, so don’t think so highly of yourself. anyways, is it even possible in this world to really do anything right?
i’m sure you’ve done lots of things, and if anything you’ve already done at least one thing right by apologizing to me. and yeol.

@❛ baekhyun byun。 but it’s true! even my own goddamn parents are dead and i’m just sitting here withering away to nothing. and every time i think i can make friends, i just it up all over again.
i’m seriously worthless, scum of the earth. i barely deserve to live... trembling lips elicit a tiny, sheepish laugh as the girl scratches the top of her head before wiping at the tears staining her visage.
i just...want to do something right for once, you know...?

@❛ yein jung。 the moment he catches sight of the soul stealing tears sliding down her cheeks, all of the worries that had consumed baekhyun’s mind just moments ago fade away and he leans forward into the phone screen, wanting to comfort the crying damsel.
hey- his voice suddenly gains a tough clarity as he calls out to her.
you are NOT scum, don’t you ever even THINK of describing yourself with such terms, jung yein. listen, i may not know much about your past or who you really are behind what you show to others.
but no one deserves to be called that, especially not by themselves. why would you think that?

@❛ baekhyun byun。 tears rob her nebulous irises of the ability to clearly see, and her breath hitches in the back of as befuddled thoughts engrave into her mind, unsure of whether or not it was right for her to pour out her emotions toward baekhyun.
gosh, there’s so much, i don’t know—i mean every single relationship i’ve gone through, even truces with family members, i—
...i’m the worst scum there is... even i don’t want to put up with myself anymore... i’m such a ing mess.

@❛ yein jung。 all along, throughout their short history of endless bickering, baekhyun had never seen yein cry, and it shocked him in this moment to see her so vulnerable, so different from her usual image. well it’s worrying me, is it not? some things you should blame yourself for— like everything with chanyeol. but you shouldn’t be crying. tell me what’s wrong. what’s on your mind.