*After pretty much living in my bed for the whole weekend, occasionally sending Kibum a text and staring at the phone to await his reply, I finally roll over and let my feet touch the floor with the intention of actually getting out of my bed to do something that didn't just include going to the fridge to grab something to snack on before retreating back to the darkness of my room. Seeing as I'm the only one home, I don't bother to cover my mouth as I let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, stretching my arms up over my head and trying to get the stiffness in my back to loosen up. I reach back, grabbing my phone from where it was hidden in the tangle of my sheets before turning on the screen and heading into the living room. The empty notification bar at the top makes my stomach sink as I pout at it, opening up my messages just in case my phone decided not to display a new message. Seeing that there truly wasn't a new message, I flop down onto the couch in the living room, my leg hanging off the side of the cushions as I held the phone above my face, staring at it.* C'mon Kibum... it's Sunday, you said you'd be home...


(Kim Kibum does tagging do anything?)