Chapter Text
Han Jisung
Group projects.
Just the thought of them makes Jisung groan.
Initially, he thought that since escaping the clutches of teenage angst and his high school years that he would finally escape those grueling group projects.
Inevitably, he'd be proven wrong.
Regardless, Jisung loathes them with every fiber of his being. It isn't just the idea of having to collaborate with other people (which trust him, that in itself is the tallest hurdle for someone with crippling social anxiety) but it's also everything else that comes with it.
The long, drawn out meetings where everyone just talks in circles and Jisung either zones out mid-conversation or his anxiety is working its 'magic' trying to formulate what he says next (which comes out in a series of broken, stuttered-out sentences).
He hates the constant bickering and finger-pointing when things don't go as planned.
And the dreaded task of trying to divide up the work evenly so that everyone contributed their fair share, just for one person to not do anything and leave someone else to scramble and finish the project. Jisung is, undoubtedly, not a fan.
Jisung has been through his fair share of group projects in his time at school, and not one had gone according to plan. Jisung had usually been stuck putting in most of the work, while the rest of the (generally inexperienced) group just coasted by, leaving him to clean up the messes.
And to this day, he doesn't understand why group projects even exist. To him, they're nothing more than a waste of time and, in his experience, have never produced anything worthwhile, and—
"Seo Changbin... and Choi Yeonjun, great," Jisung grumbles as he squints impossibly hard at the small font on the handout messily passed across the room. "Don't know who they are."
It is the same old story. Jisung has been assigned (yet again!) to another group project in this same Advanced Music Production class he got placed into with a shit-ton of classmates being his seniors.
And he's certain this project will end in disaster—he is already dreading it.
For the next few weeks, he's going to be tasked with trying to organize a group of people he's never met before, no doubt trying to keep everyone on the same artistic page, trying to motivate them to actually contribute, and trying to keep himself from slipping into a deep, dark pit of anxiety-induced despair.
It's going to be a long semester.
Jisung takes a slow sip of his iced Americano to stall as the rest of the class awkwardly moves past one another to find their group mates for a (quote) "collaborative song-production project".
Just trying to assimilate with the crowd of depressed-looking young adults seems dreadful, but not doing so makes him stick out like a sore thumb, which is also—if not more—dreadful.
If there's one thing he learned from having socially triggered anxiety, it's that you never, ever, want to draw any attention to yourself.
And just by sitting in his chair, he feels the telltale signs of that anxiety making his skin burn with nerves and heartbeat quicken until it's painfully hammering against his chest.
With a steadying sigh, Jisung slowly gathers his things and begins to make his way to the far corner of the room, where he can only assume his unenthusiastic group members are waiting.
As he approaches, he can hear the dull, awkward conversation between two people, both of whom are fiddling with their phones and looking rather disinterested. Great.
The first, a tall (well, taller than Jisung), lean man dressed in a plain white t-shirt and green cargo pants, looks up as Jisung approaches.
"You must be Jisung," he says, in a surprisingly warm and inviting manner. "I'm Yeonjun, nice to meet you."
Jisung, who is already taken aback by this sudden display of friendliness, is caught off guard yet again when the second group member, a short, stocky man in a bright yellow hoodie, looks up from his phone with a smile.
"H–Hey, I'm Changbin," he greets with a shy wave, cheeks flushing pink. "Let's get this project going, shall we?"
"Jisung," Jisung 'introduces himself' in a low mumble so low, he's not sure Changbin and Yeonjin can even hear him. "And yeah, we should—uh, start working."
And without another word to it, the creative process begins.
The three of them, like a trio of muses, slowly craft a song that is all their own. Despite their clashing ideas, it isn't hard to incorporate all of them into a single song, even if the structure sounds chaotic on paper.
Yeonjun's ideas seem to flow effortlessly from his lips, as if he has been composing in his head for years, and his optimistic voice provided a beautiful counterpoint to Changbin's (surprisingly) more aggressive ideas.
As for Jisung, he ends up being more of a listener, carefully piecing together the puzzle in his mind before adding his own input in the form of brash Sharpie writing on a large, teacher-provided paper.
Their musical ideas are like a work of art, each instrument carefully placed to create something beautiful and unique. From the strumming of Jisung's guitar sounds, to the passionate chords of Yeonjun's piano addition, to the thumping of Changbin's drum sounds, their sound is full, vibrant, and coming to life before being arranged on MIDI.
The three of them work together in perfect harmony, each of them bringing something different to the table.
Along the way, Jisung finds out that Yeonjun and Changbin are both one year his senior, being juniors in college respectively.
He finds out that Changbin, similarly to himself, has been making music since highschool, despite vehemently refusing to let either of them listen to his music. Jisung assumes that Changbin's earlier songs are like him, aggressive-sounding with something soft and misunderstood underneath.
Jisung also learns that Yeonjun is more of a dancer than producer, but wants to be a self-produced idol post-graduation, so he reluctantly took Advanced Music Production as advice from a friend.
Unsurprisingly, Jisung dodges almost all questions aimed at his personal life, saying nothing more about himself than the fact that he's been making music for almost a decade.
But when the period ends and Changbin asks Jisung and Yeonjun for their numbers, Jisung has no issue with typing in his number for him. Something about "getting in touch to plan" Changbin had said with a lot more stammering and an even redder face, and Jisung didn't even think twice before rattling off his number.
Changbin doesn't text until the weekend.
Today , 6:35 PM
Unknown Number
I'm sorry I really hope I'm not bothering you guys?
Jisung
hi?
who are you...
Unknown Number
Ah uhm well
uh
The project
I should've explained
The music project
Jisung
ohh that
i kinda forgot what we were talking about
sorry
Unknown Number
It's
Okay
Uh I took the paper of what we wrote... home?
I can send it here
If you'd like
Changbin sends the chat a photo that shows their paper of messy ideas, somehow strung together to make a cohesive body of music.
Jisung scans it for a second before saving Yeonjun and Changbin's contacts to his phone.
Today , 6:41 PM
seo changbin (project)
Uhm
So basically we have to make the song based off the word
The professor said that, but you two looked really into your creative process so I didn't mention it.
Our word is
Embellish
Jisung
k
due date?
seo changbin (project)
October 22
Jisung
k
thanks
choi yeonjun (project)
hii changbin! I was wondering when you'd text! 😄
super stoked to be working with you guys!
and *embellishing* our project😉😉
seo changbin (project)
Hi
And well you're welcome Jisung🙂
Don't stress about the project
Please
Jisung
i won't but i have somewhere to be
i'll finish everything by monday, bye
choi yeonjun (project)
bye jisung!👋
seo changbin (project)
Bye🙂
Shockingly, there is one thing that Jisung hates more than group projects. Two words: Kim Seungmin—a.k.a. Jisung's bitchy new roommate who's been screaming at him over everything since August.
Jisung had been warned about Seungmin before he moved into his new dorm to kick off his sophomore year, but he didn't think it would be this bad. Hell-level bad.
Seungmin is always picking fights like he's addicted to raising his voice and trying to control Jisung's every move to feed his superiority complex.
It's like living with a dictator.
Exhibit A: right now.
"Jisung, I feel like I've been telling you forever to move your fucking equipment from my side of the dorm room!" Seungmin snaps, gesturing to the line smack-dab down the middle of their dorm room to separate Jisung's side of the room from Seungmin's.
(It was an idea from Seungmin himself after Jisung left clothes sporadically lying around one-too-many times for Seungmin's liking.)
"It's taking up like what, a centimeter?" Jisung retorts, though his voice is low with insecurity and he already knows he's going to lose this fight.
Jisung's never been good at arguing, unless the petty back-and-forths in highschool count (they don't).
"We agreed on these very strict sides of the room," Seungmin counters, annunciating his syllables as if Jisung wouldn't understand should he not articulate them. "So I could have my sex—"
"Your loud, obnoxious, gay sex," Jisung adds, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes judgmentally.
"Whatever, don't interrupt me," Seungmin waves dismissively, directing the conversation back to Jisung's brand new keyboard he saved up for months to buy. "If it's not crammed onto your side of the room by Monday, I'm reporting you to the RA."
"Have your gay sex in my bed one more time and I'm reporting you to the RA," Jisung grits, growing more irritated with Seungmin's presence by the second.
Why, just why, did he have to be granted the World's Worst Roommate? Was Jisung a murderer in his past life?
"Fine," Seungmin hums. "Play your shitty songs in my dorm room one more time and I'm reporting you to the RA."
Jisung is so taken aback by Seungmin's insult that he can't even muster up a response, opening his mouth to say something whilst his vocal chords actively close up.
He had been so proud of his music, spending hours upon hours crafting it in his free time. It is the most painful thing, and the last thing he expected Seungmin to attack.
Before he can think of something to say, Seungmin turns around and storms out of the room. Jisung stands there in silence, feeling the sting of Seungmin's words.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the urge to throw something and break the tense atmosphere still lingers. He finds himself gripping the edges of his keyboard tightly, wishing he could do something—anything—to lighten the situation.
Play your shitty songs in my dorm room one more time and I'm reporting you to the RA.
Fuck, Jisung's too sober for this.
Jisung rummages through his drawers, looking for a specific something to calm his nerves. His go-to stress reliever when life gets too chaotic for him to handle with a sober mind.
Jisung eventually finds his bag of weed and a pack of rolling papers tucked away in the back corner.
He grabs them, along with a lighter, and begins to roll himself a blunt.
Seungmin won't be happy coming back to a room reeking of weed, but Jisung doesn't have it in him to care.
The smoke fills his lungs, and Jisung feels his muscles relaxing. The tension and anger he has pent up inside him starts to dissipate, and he becomes more and more relaxed with each breath. As he exhales, he feels a sense of calm washing over him.
Ah, the healing effects of a good smoke.
Jisung lies back on his encumbered bed, letting his mind drift as he continues to smoke.
Your shitty songs. Play them one more time in my dorm room and I'll report you to the RA.
Shitty songs.
Your shitty songs.
The smell of weed lingers in the air as Jisung eventually finishes off his blunt, feeling calmer than before, but not necessarily any better about Seungmin's painful words.
Perhaps, the healing remedy he needs is a breath of fresh air.
Replying to the likes of Seungmin on Twitter is never a good idea—especially when the guy fights like he came out the womb arguing on stan Twitter.
No matter what the topic, Seungmin always has something to say, and it's typically something that stirs the pot and makes it boil.
Not to mention, it's in Seungmin's nature to be incredibly rude and insulting—again, implying that he grew up a rich, spoiled asshole.
It's best to stay out of his way and avoid getting caught in the crossfire of his debates. Especially the online ones.
(But Jisung's too high and too angry to care, even throwing some insults himself).
Thankfully, their petty back-and-forth doesn't last too long, since Jisung receives a text from Felix in the midst of it all:
Today , 7:22 PM
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
SUNG
i hope you didn't forget about the party tn!
you promised you'd go🍾👯😘
Jisung
you coerced me into going
by ganging up on me with chan
...and calling me a loser >:(
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
whatever it takes☝🏻
btw...i noticed you fighting with your roommate on the tl again
Jisung
he's so aggravating
i could die
he complains about my music being 'too loud'
but has the NERVE to have his stupid gay sex in MY BED
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
he's homosexual👀
Jisung
oh my fucking god
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
sorry sorry
he sounds terrible😱
go on
Jisung
he IS
gay and terrible!
i think he's like 100% gay
and like i totally respect gay guys
but he's like the annoying kind
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
define annoying gay🤨
Jisung
he's a hypocrite
not even 15 minutes into working on my new song
he starts yelling at me for my music being too loud
like bitch... >:(
and then i went to my classes
came back and..
drumroll please
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
🥁🥁🥁🥁
Jisung
he's getting fucked stupid by some senior
he needs to be SO fr...
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
so he's a bottom👀
good to know😘😍😘😘😍💯💯💢
Jisung
focus lix
please
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
sorry sorry
i'm listening🫡
Jisung
so then he had the fucking audacity to say i was jealous when
i am CLEARLY straight
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
idk about clearly...but yea that's weird😱😱🍿
Jisung
literally :/
like i do not care if you're gay
but don't try to make us one in the same
fucking weirdo
and on my bed too... MY BED
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
me personally...
i would've joined and made it a 3some☝🏻🥰
but ngl he's wrong for that💯💯💯
Jisung
ugh
i can't stand him
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
do you need me to yk 🤺🤺🤺🤺
Jisung
wdym by '🤺🤺🤺'
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
fight him.
Jisung
you'll probably end up with his dick up your ass
so no
i don't think i could live if you two slept together
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
oo la la~ so he's a switch😍😍🥰
forbidden romance😫😫😩
Jisung
...
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
focusing!
i promise if you don't like him i won't sleep with him🤞🏻🤞🏻that's friendship💗
7:41 PM
shit, we have to go soon
Jisung
what time's the party?
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
8:00 so that means get there at 9🤔
chi pi alpha's hosting
Jisung
k
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
be ready!
baby's first frat party🥺
on a path to un-loserfying yourself
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Jisung
...k see you there
The fraternity house stands tall and proud, exemplary of youthful exuberance on a quiet suburban street standing before it.
Its red brick walls and white columns are a testament to classic elegance, while the rowdy sounds of what Jisung can only describe as 'typical party screams' emanating from within suggests Chi Pi Alpha's notorious tradition of dabbling in debauchery.
Inside, there's a looming aromatic haze of cigarette smoke and cheap booze, the air thick with the sounds of raucous laughter, bass-boosted music, and the occasional crash of a beer bottle hitting the floor.
Jisung and Felix have had several drinks—more than several—to the point where Jisung's vision is all grainy, blurry, and impossibly saturated.
The main area, where Jisung finds himself huddled in the corner of, consists primarily of well-worn sofas and rickety wooden chairs.
The party-goers themselves are a colorful bunch, clad in everything from preppy polo shirts and khakis to ripped jeans and leather jackets. Some are dancing wildly (and very drunkenly) to the thumping beats of the music, while others lounged on the couches, chatting and flirting with one another... and occasionally dry-fucking each other.
Felix abandoned Jisung a while ago to seduce a senior, who Jisung thinks is named Jeongguk, who genuinely seems to have more tattoos littering his body than brain cells.
Thankfully, before his anxiety could catch up to him through the intoxication's suppression, Jisung stumbled into an equally intoxicated upperclassman whose breasts were nearly bursting out the skimpy top she wears.
And they've been... entertaining each other ever since.
The woman, Yoon Mirae, is an upperclassman that has a wild, unkempt look about her... in a good way.
Her chestnut brown hair is tousled and rests comfortably on her shoulders, her lips full and pink, her eyes vibrant and inviting. She has a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and a few small tattoos littering her body—and she is sexy.
The two of them stumble about, kissing more intensely than appropriate. Jisung's hands are everywhere, exploring her curves, as her own hands roam his body. They drunkenly share a laugh, heads spinning from the alcohol.
"Whew," she exclaims, voice slurred and sultry as her lips brush against Jisung's. "You are so fuckin' sexy, Jisung-ah."
She tastes of smoke and beer, and her breath is hot and heavy against his. Mirae moves her hands to the back of Jisung's neck, pulling him in for deeper, hungrier kisses, her body flush against his.
"God, 'M so horny right now," she moans languidly into Jisung's mouth, pressing a palm dangerously to the forming bulge in his jeans.
Fuck, fuck fuck. Jisung is so fucked.
There's just one tiny problem about taking Mirae to the closest vacant room and fucking her until she's sobbing Jisung's name. And no, the problem is not his dick (to be fair, his dick is bigger than that).
"Wait," he says, his voice cracking with embarrassment. He takes a deep breath and looks her in the eyes, his heart beating a million miles a minute. "I–I'm a virgin."
At the adult age of twenty-one, Han Jisung, is still a virgin. Cue the out-of-tune bullhorn effect to magnify how embarrassing that is.
Mirae looks at him for a moment, her brows furrowed in confusion as she pulls away from Jisung ever-so-slightly. She stares at him for a few more seconds, then bursts out laughing.
"What?" she says, her eyes widening in surprise. "You're serious?"
Jisung nods, still unable to meet her gaze.
She looks at him for a few seconds more, before her expression softens. She takes a step forward and places her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm really sorry, Jisung," she speaks apologetically, voice still slurred with intoxication. "I'm—I'm not really comfortable messing around with virgins like that. You get it, right?"
Jisung sighs and gives her a weak smile. God, the universe needs to open up a hole in the floor and swallow him whole. "Yeah, I get it."
She gives him a small smile of her own, then plants a kiss on his forehead. "But hey," she says, her voice suddenly light and teasing. "We can still hang out and have fun, okay? No pressure."
BZZT! BZZT!
"Um, actually," Jisung hums awkwardly, eyes trained to his phone. "That sounds nice, but I kinda' have somewhere to be. See you around?"
"See ya'," Mirae grins, turning to make her exit out of the conversation. "And hey, don't be a stranger," she slurs as as she walks away, stumbling over her feet and collapsing into furniture.
Jisung watches her leave as attentively as his drunken state will allow, and when she leaves, he whips out his phone to respond to Felix's messages.
That could've gone a lot worse than it did, Jisung thinks, thankful that his embarrassing confession didn't end in total disaster.
Today, 10:47 PM
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
where r u?? 👀
sry for leaving u i hope ur not panicking somewhere😔😔i'm the world's worst best friend😞😞😭😭😭😭😭
Jisung
no worries i survived
meet me by the drinks :)
By the time Jisung weaves his way through the sweaty crowd of horny college students, Felix is nowhere to be seen at the drinks table, where they agreed to meet.
Great. If there's anything more humiliating than being turned down for being a virgin, it's being alone at a frat party and feeling like people are picking you apart with their intense gazes alone.
Number one rule of partying with social anxiety: Don't Party At All.
Jisung can't help but feel that telltale anxiety bubbling up inside of him as he stands alone in the middle of the party, surrounded by the loud music, intoxicated laughter, and provocative behavior.
He can feel eyes on him, judging and questioning his presence, wondering why he's here and what he's doing, mocking him for being all by himself at a fraternity party.
Loser. Look at him, he has no friends! Who even comes to parties alone?
Even through intoxication, Jisung's heart races in sync with how sweat builds in his palms as he desperately scans the room for a familiar face.
Felix, where are you Felix?
He wants nothing more than to escape the overwhelming dissonance and find some peace, but he can't seem to find the courage to move. His mind is spinning and his body feels numb and—Felix, he needs Felix.
Jisung is so acutely aware of every single person in the room and his own inadequacies, feeling imposter syndrome plague his body as the red party cup crinkles in his trembling fingers.
The anxious sensation boiling in his chest makes him hyperaware of each surrounding conversation, each laugh, each name that sounds like his own, mocking him, teasing him.
He should've never come to this party.
"Are you okay?!"
Soft. Comforting. Velvety and slightly intoxicated—all viable adjectives to describe the voice that breaks its way into Jisung's overwhelmed, hypersensitive eardrums.
Jisung quickly blinks away the burning sensation in his eyes from threatening anxious tears, and meets the gaze of the person who just had to speak to him moments away from a mental outburst. Great.
If he didn't look pathetic before, he definitely does now, and—What the fuck? It should be illegal for a man to look this good.
He takes a few deep breaths, and his heart slows. Jisung, get a hold of yourself.
He... is gorgeous .
His face is almost unreal, with its heart-shaped visage, high cheekbones that give his face its captivating contours, and soft, plump lips that seem to call with a subtle, tantalizing pout. His brows are sharp and in a perfectly sculpted arch, and his nose bridge is exquisitely carved, topped with a beauty mark that adds a hint of mystery.
The stranger's wavy brunet locks add to his charm, completing him as the embodiment of perfection. He's not real.
"Hi... I'm uhm... Minho. Lee Minho," he greets, and that smooth, silky voice is like a balm to Jisung's soul. Fuck. He's fucked. "You look like you're about to um... pass out?"
Jisung shakes his head and takes a step back, trying to regain his composure.
He may not be gay, but Felix always told him to make a "killer" impression on hot guys. He quickly wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and draws in a deep breath.
"Oh, no... I–I'm fine. Just... looking for someone."
Minho's deep, dark eyes give Jisung a thorough once-over and Jisung has to fight his body vehemently against its urge to blush.
"Well, if you don't mind me asking, who're you looking for? Maybe I can help. Or I can just hang with you... so you don't have to be alone."
"I'd like that," Jisung smiles, feeling the anxiety in his system slowly starting to dissipate.
The alcohol running through his blood is making him feel some sort of pull toward Minho, a man, despite being unequivocally certain that he's straight.
It's normal to find guys attractive though, right? Felix is attractive... and Minho is the most attractive guy that Jisung's ever seen.
That isn't gay, it's called being a realist. Honesty is the best policy, after all.
"Do you want to try my drink? It's booze and Kool-Aid mix," Minho beams, presenting his bright red alcoholic beverage before Jisung. "I promise it's delicious."
Never take drinks from a stranger. Never—And, well, Jisung can't say no to Minho. So he doesn't.
"S–Sure."
Anticipation bubbles in his stomach as Minho slowly and carefully pours the drink into Jisung's mouth, their eyes locked intensely. The sweet, tarte liquid fills Jisung's mouth and he can feel a warmth slowly spreading throughout his body, the alcohol calming the anxiety in his chest.
Minho continues to pour the drink slowly, his eyes never leaving Jisung's face, intently focused.
He smiles crookedly and Jisung's face flushes crimson, the warmth from the drink and from Minho's even warmer gaze making his heart flutter. It's only when the cup is empty that Minho moves away, both of them being startled by Felix's obnoxious entrance.
"There you are! I was looking all over for you!"
Jisung quickly moves away from Minho, feeling slightly embarrassed as he notices the sudden silence that has fallen between them.
He turns to Felix, an awkward smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Felix. I–I was just... looking for you."
Minho says nothing, but his gaze lingers on Jisung for a moment before he turns and walks away, disappearing into the crowd.
Jisung is left standing there, feeling a... strange mix of emotions.
"What was that?" Felix asks, giddy and probing for answers. "Who was that? I didn't know you were friends wif' a fuckin' supermodel!"
Jisung stands at the drinks table, swaying slightly as he refills his cup of beer to stall. He takes a large gulp and sighs, doing his best to avoid this conversation.
"I literally cannot see straight," he says, turning to Felix. "I don't remember shit."
Felix holds up a philosophical finger, teacher-like.
"Drunkness is just a state of mind, Hannie. You're not as drunk as you think you are. It's all a conspiracy~," he declares, gesturing towards the beer cup in Jisung's hands.
Jisung furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Huh? You make no sense," he says, dumbfounded.
Felix laughs and claps him on the shoulder.
"If I could go three rounds with that guy over there while drunk then you can see straight," Felix giggles, pointing at Jeon Jeongguk, the hookup in question. "You can do anything as long as you believe in yourself. I believe in you. You can do it."
"You're drunk," Jisung says pointedly—well, as pointedly as his slurred words allow. He then looks down at the booze in his cup, aghast. "This alcohol is fuckin' me up. I nearly thought a boy was cute—like how a chick is. Yuck," he sticks his tongue out distastefully, shuddering.
Felix rolls his eyes. "Boys are cute, like that guy over there," he shrugs, pointing in Jeonngguk's direction once more. "That's why I fucked him," he adds simply. "The reason we're here is 'cause someone fucked me and invited us. Hannie, sex is something to be embraced."
Jisung cringes in disgust. "Ew, I did not need to know that. Sex with guys? No," he says, shaking his head.
"You know," Felix starts, intentionally eyeing the direction in which Minho just left. "It wouldn't kill you to try it once," he assures.
"Yes, it would!" Jisung complains, folding his arms. "I like pussy and huge tits, not dick," he explains, laughing at his own obnoxious line.
In fact, even after Jisung and Felix have returned to their respective dorms with far too much alcohol in their systems, Jisung doesn't let go of that line:
Today , 12:02 AM
Jisung
lol lixie
remember when i said:
'i like pussy and huge tits not dick'
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
unfortunately
Jisung
so i'm totally gonna put that in my next song B)
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
please don't
heterosexuals🙄
Jisung
you love me B)
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
sure whatever...
Jisung
don't forget the no homo!!
or else ur makin it gay
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
um.
you said it not me bsf🤔🤨🤨😒
Jisung
whoops no homo then B)
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
whatever jisung
Jisung
i miss u lixie
my head hurts come be my pillow please?
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
ur lucky our dorms are close 2 each other
or i wouldve said no😊
Jisung
YAY :D
love u <3
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
yea love you too😒 (no homo)
fyi
if you throw up on me i'll hurt u😀😀
idc how drunk u are
Jisung
dw i would neverr
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
i don't believe u, ur drunk
Jisung
mmm
i'll try not to
if i do, i'll suck ur dick to make up for it!
NO HOMO THO.
that's the gayest shit i've said all month ugh
yuck
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
yea...
that's the most homo thing ive heard
and I'M gay🤨🤨
Jisung
lol it's the alcohol :(
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
whatever you sayyy...
When Jisung wakes up the following morning, Felix is already gone. In his absence, he left a handwritten sticky note that reads 'sorry. leaving early. terrified of your roommate. ttyl! <3 lix'.
Today, 11:51 AM
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
never drink again
seriously
Jisung
why what happened?
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
you're hungover as shit😕
Jisung
well yeah there was a shitton of alcohol :/
but i didn't do anything embarrassing...right?
or...say anything
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
you said you'd suck my dick
Jisung
.....
yuck.... i wouldn't
i'm so embarrassed
please don't let me ANYWHERE near alcohol :')
EVER
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
that'll be hard because...
guess what
we were invited out again tonight😘😘🎉🎉🎊
Jisung
oh my god
i need to get high or something in preparation for this
BESTIE FOR THE RESTIE💕♾️
we can get high once we're there😘😘
i bought fancy weed off a classmate🍃🍃🤪🤪
Jisung
kk
Scrolling through his phone and contributing to his low attention span even further, Jisung notices a few unread texts from the night before.
Yesterday , 11:30 PM
seo changbin (project)
Hi guys🙂
Sorry to disturb
But
I wrote some lyrics
Uh for the project, and emailed them to you
Please check them out (when you can!)
and give feedback🙂🙂
Goodnight
Today , 12:01 PM
Jisung
hi
um so
i didn't see your msg in the gc
but if you're free we can work on the lyrics today
only if ur free lol :')
seo changbin (project)
It's fine, I kind of assumed that you guys would be asleep since I texted late
That would be nice
If we worked on the project together
I mean
So we can uh finish as soon as possible🙂
Jisung
k
so you're free later?
seo changbin (project)
Yes I'm free
Jisung
cool
just so we can work on the project
seo changbin (project)
Oh alright
Where are we meeting at exactly?
Jisung
idk we could go get coffee ig
seo changbin (project)
Okay sounds like a plan🙂
12:30..?
Jisung
k
seo changbin (project)
Well ahh see you later🙂
12:07 PM
I texted Yeonjun, he can't make it
Jisung
k
mhm yeah see you ig