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---ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴏ || kma&&myg
“Creepy? Are you sure you weren’t turned on just a little and came over because you wanted to hear my hand on my dick. Or put yours on it, whichever.” He opened the door wider, confidence growing by the second, and gestured with his arm to invite her in, “Thanks for the greeting, though, you can join me if you want.”
This was really not her ideal way to meet the neighbors, so to speak. She was all for making friends, that was for sure. But making friends with young men who loudly jacked off in the apartment next to her was not her most ideal meet and greet situation. It wasn’t like she was a horrible prude or anything- she wasn’t that naïve. No one was, these days. Obviously men (and women) watched plenty of porn, the Internet made it readily available, everyone was depraved and absurd, whatever. She didn’t care about that- she didn’t mind it, she didn’t judge, didn’t fault anyone for it. What she did mind was being presented (loudly, at that) with the stark reality of her roommate going to town on himself right next door. It was just unsettling, frankly, a little bit awkward. No one wanted to hear that kind of thing unless they were in the position of enjoying it with the person involved. It certainly didn’t help that she was hopped up on caffeine and riddled with the effects of that, which gave her a unique energy to sprint next door to huff at the other. He was cuter than she had determined he probably would be, brows pulled together and his eyes narrowed in a teasing annoyance. He fell immediately into smirking and snarky, leaning against the doorframe and flashing a cheeky little grin that her that might have been adorable if she wasn’t rapidly becoming annoyed with his insufferable incorrigibility. “Oh, I’m sure. I am so very sure. I am quite, quite sure that I did not come here to touch your damn cock,” she drawled firmly, arms crossing over her chest as she eyed the other. He was tall- but maybe not super tall, it was hard to tell considering she herself was quite, quite short. “You can make me coffee. I’m out and you owe me,” she decided haughtily, breezing past the other and into the room, glancing around quick and critically. “So I take it you’re not an interior designer?” she drawled lightly, brow arching as she glanced over her shoulder at him, evidentially unbothered by their respective states of undress. It was too early (late?) to be worried. ; She settled herself happily onto the couch, legs crossing as she eyed the other critically, arms crossing with a little grin, brows arching. “So, mystery pervert neighbor, what is your name and what do you do when you aren’t fucking around with your hand down your pants, hmm?”
AOA ‘Oasis’ 민아 ver.
My risky high heels, black stockings.
--ʟɪғᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ || kma&&kjd
Jongdae looked for her just as he got there, smiling wide as his eyes recognized her figure coming from afar. A soft chuckle left his lips just as he saw her approaching on her skateboard, finding adorable the way she tried even if it was her first time doing it. “I can see that! You are pretty good at it I have to admit, I couldn’t do what you just did during my first time” he said as he stayed still, letting her hold on tight. His smile grew even wider, nodding at her comment “I promise I will keep safe your powerful weapon. By the way I got something for you” he quickly moved to get the white cap out of his bag, placing it on her head with a proud nod. “Now you have my blessing” he joked, fixing the cap on her head.
Mina had never been the most athletic girl in the world, to be perfectly honest. But she was always open to trying new things, to testing her natural coordination (or lack thereof, she supposed she was about to find out) and exploring new possibilities. She was all about new experiences these days, without her mother around to send nurses around with her, hire caretakers and insist that she would break all her bones or get an infection or crumble into pieces, spontaneously combust. She wanted to try things, wanted to have fun, wanted to take chances. And it didn’t hurt that skateboarding looked really fun, perhaps a bit dangerous if you started doing tricks, but for the idea of just rolling around with the wind in your hair through a park, well, it didn’t seem like a terrible plan. Nothing that different from bike riding, perhaps. So there she was, shoes scraping against the pavement and lips pulled into a grin as she rolled towards the other, scrambling to grab at the other’s shoulder to steady herself, stumbling as she let the skateboard continue rolling, fumbling to settle her feet against the concrete, leaning forward against the other with a laugh. He wasn’t the tallest boy in the world, but Mina was miniscule, so his height provided the perfect anchor for her unsteady feet, leaning in against him with a laugh. “Well, I’ve been fumbling for about a half hour now, to be honest. You caught me at a good time,” she admitted with a laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling up as she grinned. “Ooh, a present, it’s a good day already, “ she chirped out happily, brows arching as the other settled a white cap against her head. It slid down over her forehead, prompting her to pluck it off as it obscured her vision, grinning over at the other.
“This is made for giant headed people,” she determined sagely, adjusting the strap so that it was the tightest it could get and settling it back onto her head at a slight tilt- to be fashionable or something like that. “There, better. I look cute right, I’m sure I do, “ she reasoned proudly, winking at the other as she framed her face with her fingers in a v-shape, an attempt at playful aegyo. “Now that I have your blessing AND your chivalrous promise to protect me, I believe we ought to get started. Show me some moves, yo!” she demanded playfully, dissolving into laughter as she dropped the false gang signs she’d thrown up to compliment her command.
HOT SUMMER ♥ 민아 part 3.
deliberately circumstantial ⌞kma&skj⌝
Shifting around the basket on the floor, he casts his eyes around the other aisles cautiously.
Mina likes to live by a sort of routine. Nothing wildly strict or aparticularly restrictive, but she has habits and she likes to have a general idea of when she does things- grocery shopping, checking the mail- just so that she doesn’t get all muddled. She’s not the most forgetful person in the world, but she’s probably on the short list, with a hundred different things buzzing in her head at any given moment. Did she take her medicine, did she set the alarm before she left, did she buy milk, is she out of bread, does she still have toothpaste, did she update the blog today, has she posted an update on twitter, how about instagram? Its sort of a constant rattle in her ear, yammering and reminding and tugging at the edges of her conscience until her head was scrambled with a million things to do and no time to do them. So she was grocery shopping- an innocuous and thankless task that mostly revolved around getting the best bargain for her dollar. This was more an exercise for her own amusement than anything else, granted, but it was still something to do. So there she was in the frozen foods aisle, examining two brands of subpar microwave burrito in an attempt to glean from the limited and misleading marketing on the package which particularly brand would deliver the cheesiest, meatiest goodness, conveniently wrapped in tortilla form. It was as she embarked on this vital task that she heard the violent clatter of cans, a startled squeak from the back of her throat, nose crinkling- that was a decidedly unattractive reaction, she reflected. She shifted to sweep her fingers back through long hair, glancing back to the burritos before she decided on one at last. As she got a move on, headed for the baked goods aisle (because who didn’t want a cupcake every now and then, or cookies, or pound cake, or maybe all of the above) she was cut off, barreling straight and sudden into a lanky individual, bent down over a basket of cans. He looks up at her and their eyes meet, leading to a sudden exclamation, leveling a finger quite rudely at the other. “You’ve been following me!” she announced, tactless and loud and accusatory, eyes narrowing slightly. “I saw you at the gym and the café and – what the hell dude? What is your actual damage?”
---ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴏ || kma&&myg
There was a certain challenge to living on your own when you were used to sterile walls and the constant company of nurses and doctors, or at the very least the caretaker your parents hired to make sure you didn’t pass out in the kitchen and crack your head open on the expensive tile floors (an act that might have seemed like an overreaction if it hadn’t actually happened once, to be fair to her parents). It came first in the form of overcompensating. Her apartment was a veritable explosion of colors and textures and patterns. It sort of glued together in the eclectic way only an artist can manage, but frankly any interior decorator worth their salt would flee screaming from the room whining about white space and opening up a small room with minimalistic décor. Mina was about as minimalistic as that quilt your grandmother made you for your birthday out of about ninety seven different kinds of paisley, to be honest. But she liked things to be her way- she liked her music volume to be set in intervals of five, she liked her colors to be on the warmer end of the spectrum with a fondness for reds and blues that were maroon or dusky in hue. She liked comfy huge sweaters and didn’t tend to wear pants all that frequently, preferring skirts or shorts or, if absolutely necessary, a pair of those leggings that could mostly pass for jeans. Maybe it came from years of the oh-so-chic billowy paper hospital gown, but she tended to enjoy loosefitting attire when it came to her torso. Above all, however, she valued quiet control of her surroundings. So when she got herself a new and very loud neighbor, things went south in terms of her productivity and mood. The walls at the Blue Mansion were, as it turned out, quite thin. Thin enough that as she slaved over an animation project well into the wee hours of the night- or morning, depending on your perspective, as the clock ticked ever nearer to 3 am- she could distinctly and distractingly hear the video her neighbor was playing. She might have been able to put this to the side and focus despite that, perhaps with the help of headphones, if it wasn’t for the type of video in question. To be blunt, it was porn. Loud, nasty, raunchy porn. There was nothing quite so distracting as knowing your neighbor was jacking off in the apartment next door, except perhaps knowing what he was jacking off too (information that had forcibly been made privy to her from the loudly screeched dialogue). This prompted an affronted huff as she stalked next door, clothed in an overlarge bright red sweater, fuzzy white house socks, and not much else. It hung to mid thigh so this was nearly acceptable, she felt, and anyway she was just on a quick mission to scold. A few quick raps against the door had a figure scrambling to unlock it, confronted with the stern slope of her brows as she trained her gaze on the other’s features. “You need to turn your goddamn porn down. I can hear everything short of your hand on your dick, and its creepy,” she announced, arms crossing over her chest as she regarded the other. He was kind of cute, in an annoying way, the sort where you could almost sense the smirk that was second nature to them. “Also welcome to the building, I guess,” she added begrudgingly, nose crinkling slightly.
Mischievous Mina
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“Sorry about the mess, you can leave if you want.” Taemin told her, kicked none-too-subtly at a pile of clothes in a half assed attempt to hide them under a chair.
Being the new kid on the block sucked. It was awkward and uncomfortable and if there were two things in life that Mina absolutely despised, it was being awkward or uncomfortable. So she’d been trying to make friends- and what better place to start than with her neighbors? She saw them around, coming and going as she did. The building was small and most of the tenants seemed to be around her age, which was a real relief. She figured everyone loved food, so bringing some along was probably a good idea, baked up a batch of brownies and wandered upstairs, rapped against the door to offer a grin. It was a boy- bright blonde hair and slender limbs, blinking at her like she might be an alien. Maybe she was being weird. Maybe neighbors didn’t do this anymore, except on TV or in dramas. She exhaled. “Yeah, uh, I’m like new in Hongdae entirely, so, this is my awkward attempt at making friends,” she admitted bluntly, because honesty was the best policy or something, or at least it was really all she had to offer. He let her in which seemed like a relief, his voice a little sarcastic and his words a slight drawl, had her nose crinkling upwards slightly. “Mina, Kwon Mina . Yours?” she questioned back at him, bobbed her head side to side in admission of her own strangeness. “I know, its weird. But its hard to just like, up and make friends, you know? It’s a funky situation. You can kick me out if you want, I won’t hold it against you,” she assured him, pause before she corrected a quick, “Well, okay, I might mind it. But I’d probably not do anything more than glare at you occasionally in the hallways. Nothing extreme.” She offered a grin, tried to fight to keep it from widening as the boy attempted to hide some clothes under a chair, slid the Tupperware onto the table. “You an artist?” she questioned curiously as she glanced around the room, lined with canvases and half finished projects, paint staining the boy’s fingers. “Me too, digital mostly though. Its cool to see people still go old school,” she half-teased, a hint of a grin sliding over her features.
--ʟɪғᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ || kma&&kjd
Mina was excited, energy spinning through her veins and a sort of nervousness setting her fingers to fidgeting. It wasn’t often that a friend she made in the hospital bothered following up again later. Usually people got back to their old lives and while they might text occasionally here and there, time got in the way. It wasn’t anything terrible or depressing, just life, but Jongdae had been so much fun to chat with that she was pretty glad it seemed like it wasn’t going in that direction. In fact, it was trending happily down the opposite path, considering they’d set up a meeting to explore Hongdae. She was new to the area and he was new to the country and the combination promised good times ahead, a chance to explore and learn about their surroundings without having to stumble through it all alone. It had been a month or so since she’d met him, his wrist broken in a skateboarding accident- something he’d cheerfully informed her wasn’t all that uncommon, considering he apparently wasn’t all that good. And she’d taken to the idea of that immediately- skateboarding. It seemed fun, freeing, exhilarating. The ability to zoom down the street, wind whipping in your hair. So it was little surprise that she was meeting him at a skatepark, board under her arm (picked out with his help, via a series of texts and picture messages) and a grin on her face as she scuffed the toes of her sneakers against the asphalt in nervous movements. By the time he showed up she’d gotten the basic ‘going forward’ thing down, rolling towards him (somewhat slowly) with a bright smile, hands stretching to steady herself by holding on to the other’s arm. “Hey, hi!” she laughed out as she settled herself properly onto the asphalt, foot sticking out to stop her board from rolling casually away. “I got started while I was waiting. I can see how you fall all the time, its sort of tricky,” she admitted with a quirk of her lips, head tilting as she glanced over at the other; expressive features and mischievous eyes. “Just don’t let me break my hands okay, I need them for drawing.”
--ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴏᴛ || kma&&kth
The hospital was all too familiar- white washed walls, the smell of sterilization and the sickly undercurrent of sickness, the gleaming tile, the beep of machines and the thrum of nurses and doctors bustling hurriedly through the halls. She’d been stabilized in her condition for a long time, no more months and months of hospitalization, but the nature of an autoimmune disease meant every so often her body tried to destroy itself, which meant IVs and medicine and a few days with doctors rushing around her. She was a day or two from being released (again) when they wheeled him in. He had scrapes on his knees and what appeared to be a sling on his arm and pretty full lips. It wasn’t often someone her age showed up at the hospital, at least not at the bed beside her. And if they did, there was never a guarantee they’d be all that attractive, or friendly, or willing to chat up a lonely scrap of a girl. Still, it had to be worth a try, right? He was doped up on painkillers and had the dumbest smile that had ever been smiled on his face, but Mina couldn’t help finding it sort of endearing. She decided it was probably best to wait until it wore off to talk to him, having discovered in the past that having a conversation with someone taking serious painkillers was sort of as useful as trying to tell a cat what to do. A few hours later saw her bored as hell, visiting hours long passed and the lights dimmed, night having settled heavy around the hospital. But that didn’t make it any easier to fall back asleep, her sleep schedule totally fucked by her incarceration, by the drugs that had been pumped into her system. There was a slight groan as she pushed herself to her feet, finally freed of her IV and given the okay to wander around a little- she figured they knew they couldn’t stop her, these days. The sound of someone stirring startled her, had her glancing over to the bright eyed boy with a tentative grin. “Oh, hey. Sorry, did I wake you up? I was just getting fucking bored,” she admitted both brightly and bluntly, had never been great at holding her tongue.
--ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛs ʜᴇʀᴇ || kma&&pjm
She should have been asleep when her phone lit up, but of course she wasn’t. She was a college student living on her own for the first time in her life, she was living the high life! Did this mean she was at a wild party, drunk off her ass and grinding with a stranger? No, unfortunately it did not. This particular Friday night it meant bent over her tablet, eyes half way to bloodshot as she attempted to power through an animation assignment due by midnight. She had just pressed submit, fingers cramping around her pen and her shoulders aching something awful as she straightened to snag her phone from the table beside her. Seeing Jimin’s name on the screen lit her up in a grin she didn’t realize was spreading over her lips. They’d met at random, stuck next to each other in the tiny desks of a gigantic lecture hall with his absurd arm muscles pushing into her territory. She’d been ready to scold him for it when she’d taken a good look at his face and decided, no, maybe she should just chat him up instead. So she had- she’d stumbled her way through the most obvious flirting the poor child had probably ever experienced. But he’d played happily along and they’d exchanged numbers and a quite organic friendship had grown out of it. And maybe something a little more than friendship, at least on her end. A tiny crush that had slowly put down roots in her chest, flowering in her with every stupid eye smile and absurd series of selcas he spammed her phone with. So the summons to a middle of the night boba tea run was one she accepted eagerly, tumbling out of her chair to scramble for a pair of jeans, on account of her holey and comfortable sweatpants made great pajamas, but the giant tear just beneath her ass sort of wasn’t the best for going out into the real world. Jeans and a tshirt worked fine, however, because who would see her but drunkards and Jimin, who had been at her side at hour fourteen at the library cramming for their finals when she had been an actual disaster of a human being, exhaustion embodied. She trotted off to the shop ordering her usual and slipping into a chair to wait for him, absently doodling on her napkin as she sucked down tapioca and tea with a content hum. The jingle of the bell over the door prompted her to glance up, a smile blooming over her lips as she snapped her fingers to get his attention. “Over here, hurry up and entertain your noona, boy!” she laughed out, always eager to lord their meager age difference over him, mostly because it seemed so comically implausible from looking at them.
--ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ || kma&&jjy
Mina was no stranger to comic books. Mina lived and breathed superheroes and mutants. Mina dreamed in two dimensions and jagged speech bubbles, in POWs and ZINGs and BLAMs and so, was it really a surprise to anyone that one of the first places to make the list of her favorite haunts was Area 51. Decked out in memorabilia and literature of her favorite types, it was no surprise that the slight girl could often be found combing the racks for hours on end, turning up every Monday and Saturday at precisely 2pm (she was a creature of habit). So was it any surprise that in her constant comings and goings she had started to come to the shop to pester the owner as much as anything else? Why wouldn’t she? She was on a mission to make friends in Hongdae, to get to know people, to make up for all the years and youth that illness had stolen from her by living her time now to the very fullest. So she spent a lot of time hanging around the shop arguing over who would win in a fight or whether or not Batman was really a ‘superhero’ or just a really, really awesome regular man (she maintained the latter, of course- a super hero had powers, had something supernatural about them; batman was certainly a hero but he wasn’t super, aside from super rich). Jinyoung put up with that really well, all smiling fox eyes and easy grins, loud laughter and increasingly brightly colored hair. She came to think of him as a friend, and it was with that in mind that she picked up coffee and a muffin for him on her way home from class, swinging by the store with a bright grin and a bounce in her step. “Hey, loser, whats up?” she chirped cheerfully as she brandished the gifts at him, leaning against the counter to gin across at him. “Anything new in?”
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taehyung
jongdae
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kangjoon
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taemin
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chanshik
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hyejeong
junghwan
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