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for @namjus continued from here
ďš â§ â° â I never said I was great, but I probably could be better than you. â She pointed out, a dry chuckle escaping her before she stood up, picking up three darts before walking to the line a distance in front of the dart board. Taking a deep breath, she readied her arm as she threw the first dart, then the second, and the third. One landed in the bullseye while the other two were pretty close to it. A small, accomplished smirk appeared on her features as she turned to the other. â So? âďš
       ââ He narrowed his eyes at her words. The concept of being better than him at anything except, maybe rapping, was an odd one. It was his pride that kept his attitude the way that it was so her saying that could be better than him was a joke. It gave him a good chuckle, so much so, that her nearly forgot to breathe laughing at her. He did feel a bit nervous, watching her though. His hand-eye coordination was nowhere near the coordination he had with the rest of his body. He rolled his eyes as he looked at her accomplishment and scoffed. â Well, what do you want? A cookie? â
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@yoraeign continued from here
it seems unprompted - but sheâs completely fine with this. in her comfort zone, she often could be the kind of person that prefers pattern and schedule over spontaneity and arbitrariness - but yorae has wished for many a year to be able to branch out more in abandoning that safe mindset and trying to embrace something a little less ⌠tame.
not because she had some good girl gone bad desire to be rebellious, yet that she wants more control of her life, and more comfort with circumstances or happenings that she cannot control nor predict. and if any four men could open the door and shove her right through it, they were the craziest seniors she knew, whose title itself projected a sense of ordered disorder. despite their debuting two years after her, yorae holds immense respect for the members of mjsa - for all they had gone through alone, not to mention the talent that exists among them.
but it knows no limit of professional standard - no, her admiration for them is rooted in their personalities. they always appear to be fighting or bothering one another, but somehow, the love between them was also palpable. maybe itâs aboy thing she just doesnât understand, but that wonât stop her from trying.
baffled at how her own thoughts have taken such a tangent, she transports herself back to the present, hoping her thoughts hadnât kept her away uncomfortably long. her nose scrunches in a manner mirroring a rabbitâs; appending a confused air to her amused expression.
âoppa ⌠do you really think about that kind of stuff? iâm sure no one in their right mind would change their name to sour milk ⌠unless they lost a bet. which is why i donât gamble.â she shakes her head at yusan, brushing dark tresses,which had come loose in the movement, away from her face.
âyouâre silly.â
      ââ Yusanâs commonly known soft spot for young women was an understatement when it came to Yorae. Heâs not totally sure why, he just knows he likes poking fun at her and joking around which is the most genuine form of affection anyoneâs ever gotten from the man. Part of it rests in his fascination with how pure she is compared to himself. Polar opposites, it would seem that the two would never get along but heâs never not messing with her when he sees her or tickling her until she canât breathe.Â
      â Not saying that anyone would voluntarily do it, but they could if they wanted to. Itâs a free world. Anyoneâs aloud to be as illogical and wild as they want. Doesnât mean everyone will accept them but theyâre allowed. â
     He canât help but laugh at the thought of someone actually changing their name to Sour Milk. Itâs not just this thatâs funny to him but also how her nose scrunches and she looks confused for a moment. He reaches out patting her on the head before he holds out the container of pocky towards her and tilts his head.
      â All Iâm saying is you can do virtually whatever you want. Why hold back, you know? It seems like thereâs no point.  â
@genjune continued from here
june pauses in the middle of his step and his foot hovers over the slightly damp sidewalk beneath them. the smell of rain still clings to the cement and he pushes his large frames up his nose and he turns back towards him.  â you⌠what ?? â his eyes widen slightly,  â how did you do that â thereâs literally no way you could have messed this up. â
         ââ He looks over at the other brows furrowed. â Hey! Donât make me sound stupid! I just donât remember if I closed the door. If you didnât lock the door- I probably didnât lock the door. What if rain gets inside? Ah, weâre fucking dead if rain gets in there. Itâll ruin all the furniture! â He curses under his breath and begins jogging back in the direction of the dorms.
@96eunha continued from here
âof course i do,â eunha replies, looking down at his bandaged wrist. the first time she had asked, she was told it was because he fell, but she found that highly unlikely. what weird position do you need to have landed on to hurt your wrist that badly? âit really looks like it hurts. how long do you have to keep it wrapped like that?â
     ââ He scratched the back of his neck chuckling and nodding. â Yeah, itâs killing me if Iâm being honest, but I can handle it. No big deal, â He smirked as he thought of how his wrist really got the injury before looking over at her. â Promise you can keep a secret, sweetheart?â  Â
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âyou think youâre more handsome than captain jack sparrow? oh, youâre cute but no.â yael laughed but it was all for fun and instead waved the bartender over tapping two fingers to the counter. âtwo jägermister shots, please.â she hadnât planned this but hey why not. yael looked over at him with one brow raised curiously. âhad it before? sorta does taste like licorice.â
        ââ Though he expected the remark, heâs still genuinely offended at the suggestion that Johnny Depp in some matted wig was cuter than he was. â Come on, Yae. Even you gotta see how wrong that is- â His head popped up when she ordered the shots raising an eyebrow at her sudden boldness. Not that it was out of character for her but he hadnât expected it in the particular moment.  â Iâve never had it while mostly sober so if I do know what it tastes like then I surely donât remember. â
@haeluneâ continued from here
âalright pretty boy, iâm on my way. right after i transfer you to the go fuck yourself department.â says haelin, a sickeningly sweet smile upon his face. though some fraction of that smile is genuine - for really, yusanâs behaviour never fails to amuse him ( and he was called gorgeous after all - which, he would say, is just the truth. )
the taller male leans nonchalantly back upon the couch, the metallic shimmer of his phone pronounced against the organically matte consistency of his flesh. foolish banter never seems to evade him ⌠especially since he is just as often the cause of it as he is the victim. still, the dismissive nature of what the slightly older male has said bothers haelin, for he expects everyone to care about his problems.
âseriously, though, youâre not gonna help me? think of everything iâve ever done for you. canât you throw a dog a bone, out of the goodness of your heart?â
haelin prides himself on the fact that heâs never been one to beg ⌠directly. all the time he spends with music as his first priority creates less time for other things- and in this instance, one of those other things is none other than errands. between he and his roommate, sunwoo, is the alternating responsibility to fill their apartment with groceries and any other necessities their mothers used to provide for them, many a year into the past. having failed to conceptualize time, itâs sunday evening and all of the progress heâs made amounts to a grand total of naught.
âiâm just asking you to go to the damn store with me. not to climb mount everest or swim across the fuckinâ atlantic. come on, yu, iâd do it for your ass.
thank you for the compliment, though. â
         ââ Yusan couldnât help but scoff at his bandmateâs response. It wasnât annoyance in his head that caused him to do so. That wasnât what he felt when it came to the groupâs leader. Out of all of them, he probably bullied Hae the most but only from a deep place of genuine affection. They shared a somewhat mutual self-centeredness that caused them to clash at times but never anything so bad that they couldnât just joke it off later.
         He canât help but roll his eyes, though. He didnât exactly want to move. Not then and not for the next couple hours. He thought heâd done enough moving that day and even after an ice bath and some cool down stretching to help ease the soreness in his muscles, he wasnât in the business of walking anywhere. Thatâs what causes him to lay himself across the coffee table dramatically looking over at the other. â Goodness of my heart? What goodness? âÂ
        He does need things from the store, too, though. Especially since heâd given the last of his favourite noodles to Jumin in an attempt to get him to snuggle. Despite how mean he seemed, he truly did have a soft spot for his members so, as soon as hae pulled the âiâd do it for youâ card, Yusan was sitting up and ready to go. He narrowed his eyes cursing under his breath at the weakness he had for his closest friends and rolling them before shuffling to put on his shoes.
         â This better be quick. I have dramas to catch up on and if I miss a new episode messing around with your ass, Iâll kick it. â
[NETIZEN BUZZ] RHYS OF GENESIS FOR HIGHSNOBIETY
[+1,037, -171] He looks so sophisticated and sexy in these photos!Â
[+895, -67] The interview carries such a negative tone, and Genesis is only mentioned as an afterthought. Isnât his attitude becoming a problem? Even with his prior fame, heâs never been the most popular member. He should become more humble.
[+705, -52] I bet he was mad the interviewer kept asking about his past ă ă ă
[+95, -3] I really want to know why he changed his name ă .ă
[+79, -9] Itâs uncomfortable to hear his words on idols debuting in the US. I donât disagree, but it sounds a little disrespectful. At least they triedâŚ
[+77, -4] Itâs comforting to know he doesnât resent his parents.
[+64, -1] Yeah, no. His parents still seem like psychos to me. So his dad would make him sing his own songs back to him? I know theyâre narcissists, butâŚ
[+53, -1] He jokes around too much when the other members are there, so it was nice to see him be serious this time.
[+49, -0] Heâs on the front cover of a western magazine, Rhys oppa is no joke!
[+46, -0] I hate the trend of idols looking tired. His âheavy lidded eyesâ arenât erotic, theyâre pitiful. I want to tuck him in and read him a story.Â
ââ take that step youâre the life of the party. â
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   rhys frowns, leaning back on the chair with a defeated flop. âwell, i thought it was very poignant.â he mumbles indignantly. then, for a beat, heâs silent. and then; âalthough, i am a little drunk. guess i was right.â
     ââ He shakes his head and looks off taking another sip of his drink. â Do you get wild when you get drunk because Iâm not babysitting tonight. Or ever. Keep that in mind for the future. â