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[7song]

"Let's just say I am not into cute boys." // welcome to double kill!

☆     THE SLIGHT FROWN etched on his face isn’t out of discomfort, more so confusion as he lets his eyes study her for a moment. He’s not sure if he misunderstands, if there’s another explanation he fails to grasp that would make this candid confession less awkward, but as he squints and fails to come up with any alternatives he decides to take the plunge. “Oh, alright...” he starts, clearing his throat and glancing down at the floor until he decides it just makes it all the more strange and looks back up, “Cute-- cute girls, then?”

[7song]

° ☾ .: cesthyuns:

for a special person, louie rambles @7song

The chilly air brushed against his arms sending shivers down his spine.  It wasn’t often that he was out like this, but either way, it made him feel a lot more himself when he can have so much freedom like this. He looked at the younger, smiling. “Ah, kites are so pretty– you know? I’ve been wanting the urge to fly a kite for so long…” He frowns, “Never done it– can you teach me someday?“ 

He cocked his head to the side, the electric blue kite tucked under his arm rustling in the wind as he stood in place waiting for the right updraft to release it amongst the clouds. “You haven’t?” he asked, a slight crease working its way into his brow, “It’s not so hard. It’s for kids, right? They can’t make it too complicated or else it wouldn’t be so good for them. That’s why I like it, I think. It’s simple.”

[7song]

"Share some for me! You never share." || Welcome to 2k

☆     HE ROLLS HIS eyes, raising a hand to keep the girl at bay as he tries to use the other to spoon as much of the ice cream cup into his mouth before she can get near it. “Mmph, no way,” he says through a full mouth, “get your own.” It takes a moment to swallow it before he goes back to loading up his spoon again, eyes narrowed like he half expects someone to wrench the snack out of his hand. “I worked hard today, this is my treat. You can have some when I’m dead.”

[7song]

I honestly thought you were crying, so I brought you this orange juice--- // welcome to 2k!

☆     THE WAY HE wipes at his eye with the sweater-covered back of his hand is quick and subtle, so that when he turns around to face the one who took him by surprise he’s all smiles. Just like always. “Crying?” he repeats, shaking his head, “No way. What is there to cry about?” Missing his parents, mainly. More specifically, missing his mother following a phone call home to wish her a happy birthday left unanswered. She’s probably just busy, he knows this, overwhelmed in the family restaurant even on her day. But still, he can’t shake the mental image of his caller ID showing up on the phone and a decision to let it go to voicemail, to put off a conversation with Seojun until later. He reaches out and takes the juice box anyway, silently grateful for the gesture and the sudden presence of another being to draw him out of his wallowing. “I’ll take it anyway, I love orange juice. Thanks, Max-ssi.”

[7song]

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!” || Welcome to 2k!

☆     PUTTING ON A straight face is somewhat of a hardship for him, but he manages it to the best of his abilities by furrowing his brow and setting an expression that’s more stern than it is neutral. “I’m not laughing,” he says, voice stifled by the grimace he refuses to break, “I’m very serious. This might be the most serious I’ve ever been.” He keeps quiet for a second or two, right up until his work at a stony facade is broken through by another sputtering round of laughter. “Sorry, damn, sorry! Don’t be embarrassed, I’m sorry. I’m cool. No more laughing. Okay?”

[7song]

"You sound more excited about it than I do." // welcome to 2k!

☆     HE’S GRINNING up at her, tinkling tunelessly at the piano he’s seated at. “Ah, and that can’t be because it’s exciting?” he asks, laughter lacing his words as the absent rhythm becomes a quick-paced tune of support, “I’m excited for you, Noona. Debuting is exciting! Why,” he pushes back from the piano bench and stands, giving him height advantage enough over her to properly cross his arms and quirk an eyebrow, “aren’t you excited?”

[7song]

'So how do you feel?' / Welcome to 2k!

☆    HE DOESN’T ANSWER at first, busy with making a show of lifting the ice pack off his knee and letting out a ( quiet, though perhaps a little self-serving ) wince, but once he’s straightened up in the chair a manager had hurriedly fetched for him before immediately disappearing somewhere within the building he shrugs. “Better,” he says, tossing the ice pack up in the air then catching it, “it’s probably just bruised. All I did was trip during rehearsal, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal.”

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