—sᴏʟɪᴠᴀɢᴀɴᴛ.

the night is young and so are we.

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please excuse my absence but SATs are next month and I’m not ready

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stilvttos​

She wasn’t sure if this female was questioning her or challenging her. Either way, she found it quite adorable. Young adults these days surely didn’t know how scary the world could be. A light scoff passed her lips as she crossed her arms across her chest, a skirt in one hand and a scarf in the other. It’s not like the female in front of her had a choice anyway. She was going to wear what she told her to wear for this photoshoot or this whole issue was going to be cancelled and surely she wouldn’t want that. “Is that even a question, darling?” Walking over to her, she wrapped the scarf around her neck and handed her the skirt. “You don’t have a choice on whether you get to say yes or not. Now go change into that skirt and come back. All your members are waiting for you.”

A small smile fights it’s way onto her lips but she’s determined to keep a tight expression on her face. Pushing the columnist’s buttons was probably the highlight of shoots for Cosmopolitan  and Naeun needed to indulge because this shoot just wasn't her style but it is her job. Listening to the older woman speak, she mocks her having a slight idea as to what she would say but is interrupted when some material from the scar ends up on her tongue, bringing her lips into a frown. Naeun takes the skirt with a playful glare aimed at the woman, sticking her tongue out as she makes her way into the back room to change into her clothes. Reappearing a few minutes later she stands in front of the columnist, twirling with a smirk on her face. “What shall I do next, Your Highness?” 

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☂

☂ — My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

“Bomi Unnie!” Naeun runs up to the older member with a small frown on her face while she shields her eyes from the rain . “I’m so sorry, I’m late- schedules went on a little later than I thought.” The younger places her hands right above Bomi’s eyes yielding any rain from getting into them. “I hope you’re not too upset with me or that this doesn’t ruin our plans…”

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Roleplay Starters & Prompts

❂ -- It's incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.

☁︎ -- A dream (or nightmare) about your muse.

❆ -- It's snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

☯ -- My muse meets yours in a tranquil setting.

✆ -- A text message from my muse.

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

☂ -- My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

✑ -- Something my muse has written about your muse. ( Could be a letter, drawing, etc. )

↭ -- My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.

⌖ -- My muse's reaction to accidentally shooting your muse.

◌ -- Some of my muse's thoughts about your muse.

☉ -- My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.

✬ -- My muse conveys one of their wishes to you.

¤ -- In some turn of events, your muse ends up staying with mine.

❅ -- Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow.

♪ -- My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.

❊ -- My muse gives yours some flowers.

❁ -- My muse's reaction to receiving a rose from your muse.

✧ -- A kiss from my muse to yours.

◎ -- My muse's reaction to being kissed by yours.

♡ -- A romantic gift from my muse.

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leehyrei​

( sms » Naeun ): What’s the matter, huh? C’mon, tell me what you’re feeling. ( sms » Naeun. ): If you’d want, I could come over with snacks and listen to you. I’m here for you, sweetie. I don’t like you this way, you should smile. If anyone did something to you, I’d kill them. [image]: 

[ MSSG TO: HYERI ] 

        ↳ I don't really know, all I know is that I'm tired and just frustrated. 

         ↳ ...You can come over if you would like to, but it's not necessary. I would really appreciate it if you did though (: and yeah we can have snacks and just talk. It would be a nice change from schedules. 

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bvngmz​

{ SMS TO: NABUNS } Already?! I’m not even dressed yet! { SMS TO: NABUNS } Quick, purple or blue?!

[ MSSG TO: FIREWORK ]  

                      ↳ Don't rush! Take your time, Unnie.

                      ↳ Wear blue, it's a really nice color on you. Plus, I'm wearing purple ㅋㅋ

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♝ /sends you because why not

non sexual acts of intimacy

naeun finds it hysterical how chanhee doesn’t even question her antics anymore, he just gives a side glance and a small shake of the head before resuming whatever he was doing. so when naeun is sitting upside down on the couch, reading a book, he throws a look her way before chuckling lightly and changing the channel to a horror movie. 

❝ heehee, look it. ❞ naeun’s voice is slightly strained and her face fees puffy but she continues onto her point, ❝ the guy pretty much watched his wife die in front of him while he was painting her and at the end he doesn’t even realize, he only says that ‘the painting is life itself’ and then boom, she’s dead. ❞ chanhee only looks over with a raise eyebrow and opens his mouth to question but naeun positions the book so the cover is readable and a small ‘oh’ fills the air before he asks. ❝ which of his stories are you reading? ❞ the younger flips back a page, eyes skimming until she finds the title ❝the oval portait— it’s really good, but if i had to be honest the beginning is pretty boring, the best part is the story within the story.❞ 

he’s not even asking to hear it, but naeun begins reading the written words about the picture and chanhee listens attentively, adding in a comment anywhere he feels is due. at the end, the younger simply closes the book, placing it on the floor before sitting up, leaning against the arm of the couch, letting the blood run properly through her body. her eyes focus on the television the movie still playing but she tries not to pay attention because if she does she knows she won’t sleep. ❝ hey nae, what if the portrait came alive when the guy finally falls asleep and she kills him? ❞ if looks could kill, she probably would have accidentlly killed her best friend, but the thought of some picture crawling out of it’s frame scares it crap out of her. naeun lets out of whine as she kicks chanhee leg’s.  ❝ you’re the reason i won’t be able to sleep tonight. ❞

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                    L O A D I N G V I D E O . . .

                                                      UPLOADED.

"Hello everyone! I’m quite sure many of you are surprised over the fact I actually uploaded a video after so many months right? Well, I’m here to kind of explain my disappearance. Many of you know I’m a senior in college and so that’s been killing me, but in all honesty, I kind of lost inspiration for a few weeks, but hey! I’m back~ And I’m ready to give you guys more videos and more insight about HAPPY VIRUS’s life~” she said with a bright smile towards the camera, “So The HAPPY VIRUS Show is back after a few months of hiatus~ I hope everyone is excited~ I shall see you guys in the next video! Oh! Don’t forget to subscribe to my channel to be updated on everything happy~”

hvr games: ★ ★ ★ ★ | about, youtube channel, guidelines

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✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

➤ euntony:

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

❝Are you still mad at me?❞ The inquiry was sliding out of her mouth effortlessly, bottom lip sticking out before her teeth sinks deeper into the plump flesh. She’s asking for mere confirmation, noticing the act of hesitation from the older woman after a small snippet of a story that happened recently. 

Sungkyung rolls her eyes at the sight, evidence of stubbornness by the way Naeun’s arms were sternly folding along the center of her frame. Averting the younger’s attention by doing so and she shakes her head in irritation at the sight, causing her fingers to graze along the temple. Applying pressure, breathing in sharply as she thinks about it momentarily. ❝Yah. I’m askin’ a question.❞ 

Naeun takes her precious time to response, trying to not make it so obvious so the other woman doesn’t raise her voice louder than it should be. Knowing Sungkyung too well by now, she knows how easily irritated she can get by the tiniest of ministrations that appear. ❝Yes.❞ A simple answer is earned and the ex-musician scoffs in disbelief at the answer. Typical, normally when she shares stories about her reckless choices they always seem to have the same reaction. And the reason behind it all — they all care. 

One palm was grazing along the older’s shoulder, the other topping against it. Hazelnut colored irises flickering at the other’s side profile with a questioning expression twisting along features. Naeun doesn’t face her, doesn’t capture a glimpse of those pair of eyes that fallen along her direction. Caught up on trying to appear serious, wanting to set an example that this will be the reaction Sungkyung’s bound to get every single time things go wrong. ❝Hana — no.❞ The alias rolling off of the older’s pair of lips causing the latter’s lips to press together in frustration. 

In order to regain forgiveness, she leans more towards a more affectionate type of action. Purposely inching closer with her nose lightly caressing at the soft patch of skin on Naeun’s visage. Snickering when she’s trying to withdraw her body completely, pulling back when she scoots closer. Almost toppling over and stumbling within messy steps and Sungkyung takes this as an advantage. Lips lightly resting against the cheek, a tender and soft kiss was laid across from it. It probably wasn’t much, a sweet kiss on the cheek — how odd of the younger to display. Naeun doesn’t complain, index finger gliding across the skin with a tiny smile etched on the mouth. It’s not often she acts like this but, it’s considered quite endearing to see. 

❝My bad. Okay, now stop bein’ so grumpy.❞

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♖

non sexual acts of intimacy 

give an idol a day off and they go crazy, or at least hyeri and naeun do. 

it’s well into the evening, both the only members of their groups who’s schedules free for the night and the following morning. taking advantage of the empty dorm, the two blast their ipods, playing completely different songs in every room, running around and dancing in tube socks, baggy shirts and shorts. the typical  ”lets-act-like-teenagers-even-though-we’re-both-twenty-something” things. 

at first they’re making cookies, then flour is flying in the air but hyeri announces that model son naeun will now be making her entrance on the runway before throwing more flour into the air waiting for the older the strut through the mess. once she does, naeun grabs the bag of flour, taking some and sprinkling it over the other’s head, laughing loudly and yelling that it’s snowing. The batter still sitting on the counter, hyeri chases naeun out of the kitchen and around the dorm, laughter and screaming rivaling the volume of the music. 

upon reaching the bathroom, naeun hops into the bathtub taking the removable shower head and using it as a microphone, hand placed on the nob ready to spray the younger if any sudden movements were made. a small smirk plays on naeun’s lips when she turns the handle, cold water landing on them both, a gasp leaves the short haired brunette and her eyes are wide before she steps into the tub herself grabbing for the shower head. 

cowarding to the farthest corner ( which wasn’t very far ), a laugh tumbles out of her as she’s drenched in water, the older shields her face , ricocheting the water back onto the younger. eventually naeun makes her way closer to hyeri, engulfing her in a hug, their wet clothes sticking to their petite frames. working the showerhead out of hyeri’s hand was a job in itself and it took a minute of convincing and a few seconds of pouting for the younger to believe that naeun just wanted to wash her hair, claiming that ❝it’s going to be a pain in the butt to try and wash it later. ❞ 

fifteen minutes later naeun is still working the flour out of their hair, both of them sitting on the tub floor and showerhead back in it’s right spot. shampoo now in hand, the older sings under her breath as she lathers the female’s hair, raking her fingers through to make sure everything is out, creating small talk when hyeri sits under the water, letting all the bubbles run down the drain. ❝your hair is growing so much, i think it’s time for another cut❞ she jokes and laughs when a pointed glare is shot her way from the younger. ❝i kid, i kid— you’d still be crazy gorgeous anyways. ❞

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♧:Your muse playing with their hair.

nonsexual acts of intimacy

naeun is on the brink of sleep when the sound of a camera shutter echos in her ears. cracking one eye open the smug grin on sungkyung’s lips comes into full view as she waves the embarrassing polaroid in between two fingers. reaching over to grab at them quickly, her mind a little faster than her body, the older topples to the ground letting out a string of hisses and some sleep induced giggles at the sound of sungkyung’s loud laughter. 

once the room is silent again, the two remain on the floor both staring at the television as sungkyung flicks through the channels, visibly tensing when naeun grips her arm tightly. 

❝ leave it. ❞ 

it’s plain and simple, not an option- but a command and sungkyung raises her eyebrow at the older, looking between the screen and down at the elder’s face, the look of pure amusement masked by annoyance all over her face. 

❝jack, jack… i’ll never let go.❞  naeun quotes because yes, they are seriously going to watch the titanic and they are going to enjoy every second of it. however her grade ‘a’ acting is cut short when the younger reaches for the remote control attempting to change the channel. naeun, having none of that, tugs the controller out of sungkyung’s hand and pulls her down. trying to sit upright, naeun throws a limp arm across the younger’s waist. ❝stay, jack. ❞ a bark of laughter erupts from sungkyung and she eventually relaxes into the touch. 

eyes glued onto the screen, naeun subconsciously runs her finger through the younger’s dark locks, and is honestly paying more attention to her hair more than the movie itself. once the credits roll and naeun has completed the braid-twist style she’d seen from somewhere ( maybe youtube? ), the two are again laying on the floor, far too lazy to move. ❝ you know… jack would love your hair.❞ naeun states with a small nod that sungkyung can probably feel more than she can see. 

❝you are such a dork, naeun, please.❞

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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Sungkyung doesn’t know what else to say, uncertain to inform the other about what’s been crossing along her thoughts when she’s alone or not. It has nothing to do with trust, nothing along the lines of pride either. She just never wants to let people in business that didn’t involve them. There was no point in doing such a thing to someone who was possibly struggling on their own as well. 

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❝Weird feelin’? Dreamin’ or over-thinking, hm?❞ 

She doesn’t know what else to say, the two assumptions emit out of her lips when they part an inch away from one another. Nonetheless, Naeun got the ex-musician thinking quite a lot suddenly. Wondering and curiosity was evident in those hazelnut colored irises when they flicker towards the older’s much youthful features.  There’s something going on and with the time of separation between the both of them. Surely, plenty needed to be caught up on. So many memories and thoughts that wanted to slip out and inform the other about as well but she’s withdrawing it all back, at least for the meantime.

♄ — she only spoke one sentence and somehow that’s managed to trigger every single thought she’s tried so hard to keep in that little corner in the back of her mind. naeun’s trying to play calm but she can feel her poker-faced image crumble and she’s sure her appearance looked of one of a frightened child than a young woman. 

❝ it was a bad dream… ❞ 

the tips of her ears are burning and naeun decides that as soon as she gets home she’s burying herself in blankets and not coming out for a the rest of the day; but until then she continues her conversation with the other.  Taking in a deep breath, a smile small snakes its way onto her features, shoulders relaxing slightly. 

❝You know— I’m probably just tired from the concert, maybe that’s why I can’t think straight.❞ Naeun waves her hand, as if that simple action dismisses her behavior.  ❝How are you?❞

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"You're so naive."

♄ — her initial reaction is to be spooked at the sudden appearance of the male, but his statement throws her off guard completely. she isn’t sure if it’s a compliment or an insult so she raises  an eyebrow in question. 

❝What’s wrong with being naive?❞

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leechxhee replied to your post: leechxhee asked:................ ...

bestfriend’s back. /grins

you know what that means, right? naehee party! aka just laying on a couch and talking until we pass out.

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ximpvlsive

{ &;   and there she goes once again with those words she can recall hearing in the past.  what’s the point of worrying about her?   sungkyu -ng doesn’t understand. especially when they shouldn’t feel obligated to stress over someone who’s bound to destroy  herself  for  her  own pleasure and desire.  no one never understood why she acts the way she does.  knowing that this particular woman used to be something, something different. time, people,  everything changes another.   and sadly not everyone is open to change in their  lives.   her fingers were creeping across the alignment of her jawline,   giving  it a tiny scratch within the blunt layer of her nails. gazing over at naeun with her tongue grazing across the seam of her rosy lips. }

❝How ‘bout you just worry about your pretty lil’ self.   Make things less stressful on yourself, y’know?❞

{ ` nonchalantly shrugging, gaze averting the older’s direction after her comment. she meant it,  knowing that she cares but sungkyung does not need to hear those words again. she can fix it, she’ll handle it well and not only that she isn’t going to die. at least not yet. she won’t allow it. was she being too harsh on naeun? most likely but she was casual -ly informing  her that she needed to focus more on herself.   the latter was too kind for her own good.   and  kindness  is  a beautiful trait but there were some people who knew how to take advantage of it as well. certain others who would get away  with  corrupting  the delicate being and even then, it would be perfectly fine. how pitiful is that, sungkyung thought. }

 ♄ — her fingers wring around each other and naeun shouldn't be surprised when she hears the popping of her joints and she's snapped out of her thoughts, looking at the younger. tongue running over her lips she opens her mouth but is cut off by sungkyung's statement. her eyebrows scrunch in annoyance at the thought of making things less stressful on herself because it isn't that easy, but she holds her tongue, only nodding in response. there's no hint of sarcasm laced in the younger's words but naeun almost restates her thought because the words 'i'm fine' need to be heard in order for her to feel better. 

❝ yeah... i don't know— i just had a weird feeling or something like that...❞ 

naeun automatically cuts herself off because how is she supposed to tell the other that she had a terrible nightmare that involved her and that sometimes she wasn't able to separate the two. it seems extremely childish and naeun can fel the blood rush to her cheeks and the tips of her ears— twenty-two years olds and still needing to check up on friends who faced a sad end in a dream. how embarrassing. 

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................ /stares at you

( —❝  looks back at you, smiles and waves ) hey heehee