#that last one wasn't super loving but he's not a mushy kind of guy lmfao trust me it's as sweet as he can genuinely get!!

[someotherdog]

☆ ♥ for bina ~

☆ : bill could tolerate his alcohol. he had never been a mormon good boy like his parents had hoped, drinking his first beer at the age of fifteen, and once he had joined the lobos, he could've swam in the amount of liquor the gang collectively ingested. the point was that it took a lot for bill to be drunk. somehow, that night, he had arrived at that point. he didn't even realize that he was calling yuna—labeled: do not fucking call her in his phone—until he reached her voicemail.

"are you sending my calls straight to voicemail or did you just get a new burner? because that would be messed up either way. i—uhhh—i'm down at lunar if you want to come by. it's a new club we just opened up a few weeks ago, if you were wondering. it's safer for people like us to call than it is to text, did you know that? harder to prove what was actually said, just that a call was made. i'm not some idiot, alright. i miss you. come by, 'kay? later."

once he hung up the phone, he noticed his friends laughing at him, saying that he was down bad. he laughed back, "she wants me. i know it."

♥ : it wasn't all fun and games. though bill often enjoyed the danger and adrenaline that came with being a member of the lobos, there were often situations that ended disastrously. a screwed up deal, a raid on one of their clubs, an ex-girlfriend that informed on the gang. occasionally it was bill's own fault. on such occasion, he might've wanted some comfort. there weren't many people that could provide it, though. he hadn't spoken to his mother in years, his sister had her own things to contend with, and none of the other lobos would've been open to emotional vulnerability. he called the one person he could think of that he had an emotional attachment to. (yuna had made her own feelings quite clear that she didn't have any feelings for him.)

"hey yuna. just callin' because... i don't really know. i guess i just wanted to tell you that it's okay if you don't love me back. you were probably right. we're not the sort of people that can love others, but i do anyway. no, you were right. i'm greedy and selfish and bad. straight up bad. it's okay. i'll get over it eventually. yeah, that's all i wanted to say. i'll see you around, maybe. g'night."

he hung up, expecting himself to cringe and feel ashamed. he didn't.