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blonde bimbo hey
Me what
blonde bimbo wow u didnt delete my number im impressed
Me dont get cocky ive had to have a way to communicate with my servant
blonde bimbo ... i hate you
Me same
blonde bimbo (╥_╥) rude
Me whatever what did you want
blonde bimbo oh nothing master
Me stop it
blonde bimbo no master
Me fuck you
blonde bimbo fuck me ;) master
Me go get me ice cream
blonde bimbo what
Me Go. Get. Me. Ice. Cream. You. Peasant.
blonde bimbo its two in the morning
Me idc i want ice cream
blonde bimbo ivE GOT THREE QUIZZES TMRW
Me ice cream. now.
blonde bimbo if i fail, itll all be on u
Me idgaf
blonde bimbo u should where's your dorm tho
Me my location is on
blonde bimbo oh ok
Me hurry up im hungry
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“Having a servant is fun.” Jeongguk leaned back on the couch, throwing his phone to the side.
“You just like when he calls you master.” Jimin called from the kitchen, from where he was with Seokjin (who let out a snort of laughter).
Jeongguk glared at them. “Fine then, you guys aren't getting any of that ice cream.”
He proceeded to watch Riverdale for an hour or so, until he heard someone knock on the door. Knowing who it'd be, he slouched towards it, desperately trying to make his hair more presentable, but only ended up making them worse.
“Hey.” Taehyung panted, holding out the shopping bag. “It's vanilla, hope you don't mind.”
“I don't. Thanks.” Jeongguk didn't want to, but he couldn't help feeling kind of touched.
He really went out so late for me.
“Well then, see you tomorrow in class.” Taehyung grinned, making to walk away.
“How far do you live?” Jeongguk asked all of a sudden.
Taehyung glanced back, brushing the hair out of his tired eyes. “It's a fifteen minute walk, seven if I run. Why?”
Jeongguk felt another pang. “D'you maybe want to crash here?”
Taehyung looked startled. “I would, but,” he seemed to be having an internal struggle. “...maybe some other time, yeah? See you.”
Jeongguk watched him walk away, holding the tub in his hands, and trying to understand why he felt so weird. I mean, he hated Taehyung. He hated how smart, brilliant, talented he was. He hated what a big mouth he had.
Then why?
“You love him~” Jimin sang over his shoulder. “You love him so much~”
