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dambiyn‌:

“you should try apparating straight onto the roof next time,” she sighs, never one to leave an awkward silence alone. “unless breaking your neck was the goal.”

bambi wraps her arms around her legs, the ever-present pout playing on her lips until finally, finally she turns her head to look at him. 

“why are you here, won?” 

her voice cuts through the silence, slicing through the night air and prodding at his conscience.

the lightness in her tone as she chastises him is familiar, and yet, he feels an underlying sense of guilt gnawing away at him— the way she hugs her knees, head tilted delicately to the side as she finally looks at him. the fact that she’s the one to look at him first.

in all their years of knowing each other, they’d never once fought. sure, they’d have petty little arguments— childish spats; incessant bickering— but those had never needed any resolution. because they were won and dambi, dambi and won.

it always had been just as simple as that, hadn’t it?

(except he held things from her. they were best friends, but there were things he wouldn’t tell her— couldn’t tell her. it was a complicated feeling and he hated it more than anything).

and then he’d gotten mad at her, an anger he’d kept deep within, lashing out on a wide-eyed bambi. he’d hated himself then, and he hates himself now, taking a slow drag of the cigarette before he finally turns to look at her. she pouts, and he feels a tug at his chest.

“why are you here, won?”

another tug which he distracts himself from by taking another drag— he supposes he deserved that. (but still, it stings: they’d never needed a reason to see each other before).

his exhale is slightly shaky as he gently offers her the cigarette back, his eyes darting from his fingers to her expression.

“just... because.”

you didn’t text me. you didn’t call. i missed you.

“i’m sorry, bambi.”

(at least he can say this much).

“for raising my voice,” he continues, lifting his other arm to gently pat the side of her head. “and for keeping...” his hand stutters as he trails off, finding it difficult to continue the sentence. slowly, his hand slips from where he had been stroking her hair so affectionately, coming back to rest on top of his knees. the emotions whirling around at the pit of his stomach are conflicting; complicated.

it had always been so simple with them.

(then why was opening up so hard?)

carry me out

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ynzhao‌:

[ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] i treated you to great restaurant, what’s wrong with that? [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] anything for food [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] and for you too, of course [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] why would you ruin the mood?

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) & then you left me wanting more 😔 ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) tease  ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) ur right that was very unsexy of me ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) so we’re skipping econ, yeah?

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i'm an idiot for taking summer semester but here i am, Suffering™— anyways i would loooove more plots for won and i know i have a few people to get back to in the IMs!!! (which i will get to i swear!!) but if you have discord i’d much prefer to do plotting over there if anyone’s down!!! pls add me @simp4win#7349 & we can move our plotting over there because i actually get notifs lol 

(this is also a quick little shout-out for anyone who wants to be apart of the v innocent and cute ~quidditch gambling ring~ won has going on. in need of someone who can actually manage it cuz won can’t manage for shit lmfao).

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dambiyn‌:

a secret, though? it had never crossed her mind that he was keeping secrets from her. 

dambi let out a shaky breath, biting down on her bottom lip as the familiar lump found itself lodged in her throat, her eyes threatening to water again. 

she had to pull herself together. 

he had to pull himself together.

his dorm room was the last place he’d find himself on a weekend— the barren walls just a reminder that yeongji brought nothing but emptiness but the thought of going to seoul for the weekend only brought back reminders of the last few days, and he huffs on his side as he remembers:

(her smile when he walked into the room— how it lit up across her face before it, just as quickly, dropped into a frown that clouded every bright feature. how he couldn’t control it even though he spent every waking moment keeping it under wraps— anger, boiling over despite himself. how even he winced as his voice rose, and how the complete look of betrayal on bambi’s face would be etched into his memory before he turned his back on her).

he’s restless— never mind that the lee won is in bed at 10 pm, but he can’t shake remembering, remembering, remembering. his phone had been blowing up all night, but the only text he had been waiting for had never come.

it doesn’t take long before he’s leaving the almost-empty dorm room and making his way across the grounds, past the concealment charm, until the only thing left in the field is a shadow of dust and a faint ‘pop’ in the distance.

he’s not sure how he just knows it’s where she’ll be.

but there she is, cigarette dangling between her slender fingers, sitting on the roof in front of the window of her childhood room. he curses himself for not apparating onto the roof, bracing himself as he began to climb the ivy-covered trellis panels.

silently (after a bit of a struggle with the ivy), he sits beside her on the tiled roof. he’s not sure how to approach it— he’s never had to apologize to bambi before— so instead he’s quietly reaching over for the cigarette slipped between her knuckles and slipping it between his own, bringing it up to his lips and taking a long drag. with his knees bent, he rests his elbow on the top of them, cigarette burning to a butt slowly.

he can’t bring himself to look at her.

coward.          

carry me out

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dambiyn·:

( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) ?! ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) feet pics for FREE? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) and when i specifically stated that u would pay? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) and you say i have no standards ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) when will i see what these girls see in u ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) 🤮

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) icb ur ripping me off with lowbrow feet pics eye— ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) u told me last weekend u liked my stupid face, so ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) it's probably my face 👅 ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) but ur tinder game is weak... ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) ... ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) bambi-yah, dare?

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dambiyn·:

( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) new phone who dis ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) how could i possibly set up a tinder for you again ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) when ur tinder never went anywhere in the first place? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) i may or may not have listed some very specific requirements on ur bio ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) good luck 

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) shocked & appalled tbh ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) missed out on some prime catfish moments icb 😔 ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) i just got feet pics???? ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) [forwarded file] ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) bambi where are your standards smh ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) told her 2 talk to me when she gets a pedi.

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ynzhao‌:

[ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] YOU JUST DIDN’T [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] thip samai! the best place [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] my mouth is watering already [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] do i regret not bringing the bangkok portkey with me? yeah maybe [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] but that won’t stop us! 😡

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) yeah i’m not going to remember that lol ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) but i remember the taste 😩 damn u, lei zhao ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) when has something like that ever stopped us? ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) not even econ can stop me idc if class starts in 20 mins!!!

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@dambiyn

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) i just got a text from an unknown caller asking when i’m DTF... ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) did u set up a tinder for me again ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) but also: did u set up a tinder for me again and not let me help with the profile???

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@ynzhao

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) i’m craving pad thai ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) and before u get on me for being ~insensitive i was thinking about that place u took me to in bangkok a couple years ago ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) how dare u not take me back >:(  ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) can we go??? i’d risk splinching for that pad thai idc that shit was fire, bro 🔥🔥