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AU rper. non-selective. mirror lit.

[miyogurt]

Sorry for my unexpected leave of absence-- and my overall sparse activity as of late. I’m more active on my multi-muse blog *wink wonk* 

There’s just a lot going on with school and the lunar new year with family over and I just started a new job... its just pretty hectic and i’m honestly too tired to do replies rn but hopefully I will be back to write with all you lovelies soon

Thank you for being patient with me <3

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slayeoff

It took Taeyeon all she had not to let a huge pout take control of her mouth. She had no idea why, but she felt the need to protect Stephanie just like the other did to her. Perhaps it was the need to pay her back somehow. And besides, it was late and cold outside and dangerous for a lady to walk alone- probably the exact mindset the younger acted upon when deciding to take her home. Who knew how long the tea time would turn out to be, she couldn’t just leave like that. “Do you have to be somewhere in the morning?” asking in a quiet tune, the dark haired woman tried to hide her disappointment. 

It made her miserable to see the idol's face drop-- Stephanie despised disappointing the people she cared about and although the two had only just met, she felt oddly attached to her. Feeling her heart constrict, her usual bright expression construed into a pained look. The brunette simply nodded her head as an answer, “I’m sorry... I can only stay for a little bit.” She offered, though she should have long been in bed by now, a meek smile crossing her features.

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slayeoff

Taeyeon could not contain her mood swings now when she had so few control over everything that surrounded her and every thought that crossed her mind. But her daily life was indeed a race of trying to catch her feelings and put them in their place without spilling much tea around everybody else that dealt with her. If it was something that her strict life as an idol taught her it was that sometimes being a grey it’s better than being a black or a white. “To the pillow fort.” the brunette rose a hand in the air, her index finger pointing her apartment building, or what was visible of it. “We can get you in bed too, you seem tired. Have you been working?” being completely unbable to be bothered by anything, she looped her arm around the other’s and started walking to the right direction.

Stephanie laughed exasperatedly, shaking her head and her hands in front of her to prevent the other from latching onto her. “Ah... no, I can’t!” As much as she would love to be in bed right now, it had to be her own. There was no way she could get up in the morning and go home and still make it to practice on time. It was so hard to get everyone together to practice as a group, it would be terrible for her to miss it. “I should head home after this,” she said, flashing an apologetic smile. “Thank you, though. That’s very kind of you, Taeyeon.”

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slayeoff

She almost felt bad after her eyes registered the other’s troubled stance after her words made it out of her mouth and she spend the entire alone time thinking about apologizing, then trying to find a way to do it without being too rude or invasive. Yet, when Stephanie returned with her goodie bag back, her winning smile in place, the brunette couldn’t help but to get cheerful and excited. “You are my guardian angel, I swear to God.” jumping a couple of times in her spot, Taeyeon clapped her hands and giggled a squeaky laugh. “Thank you a lot!”

It was strange to her now, the amount of times that Taeyeon’s mood fluctuated-- always hot or cold with no in between. She wondered if it was the alcohol or if she was normally like this and hoped it was not the latter. Stephanie’s smile did not falter as she walked back to the other. “Come on, let’s get you inside your room.” The brunette felt a yawn rising from within her and tried her best to suppress it but to no avail. She raised her arm to cover her mouth, a small giggle and quick apology escaping her afterwards. 

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blxckend:

He shrugged, a smirk on his lips, “Well, I like all of them. You can’t deny me the pleasure of taking you out in every single dress – it just means that we’ll have to do this more often.” Most of the others girls he’d taken out would have expected to be showered by Zacharie Kwon but, of course, he’d somehow taken interest in the one girl who seemed hesitant. It was refreshing though, and he wasn’t planning on letting it stop her anyway. The assistants had already taken the dresses to be packed and couriered back to his apartment; after all, he was a regular and they knew he took his girls home.

“You know we’re not done yet, right?” Zacharie added, gesturing across the street - Manolo Blahnik and Cartier, “You can’t go there with no shoes and all right?”

Stephanie had her lips parted and arms outstretched, ready to stop the employees from taking all the dresses but before she could even utter a word, her inner voice stopped her. Don’t make their job harder than it already is. And with that, her mouth snapped shut and she dropped her arms to her sides. She looked back to Zacharie, her bottom lip near trembling as her voice came out in barely a whisper, “Dummy”.

Somehow, her excitement had turned into nervousness. As they sat in the car, driving their way to the venue, Stephanie fidgeted with her fingers-- she could feel that her hands were getting clammy. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass Zacharie in front of these celebutantes. The brunette had begun singing softly to distract herself from her own thoughts as she stared absent-mindedly out the window. 

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She looked towards the direction that he pointed in, gaze landing on a kitten that pounced onto another. A sweet laugh sounded through her smile as she watched the felines play together through the glass display of the pet store. “Do you think it’d get along with mine?”

the comment hadn’t been meant for anyone in particular, mumbled under his breath more for himself than anyone else. …and so when the young woman standing at his side actually replies, her laughter ringing like bells – so bright and clear that it catches even the rowdiest kitten’s attention from beyond the glass window pane – it takes hyuk an extra beat or two before he can answer.

“…what kind of cat do you have?” he finally asks, brow quirked curiously. a question for a question. humming, he turns away and leans in, stooping until he’s eye-level with the display window. the kitten stares straight back at him knowingly, now, its previous opponent long forgotten. a new challenge in its eyes. “do lions normally get along with other lions?” 

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Her eyes sparkled brightly, her attention still on the kittens as the male spoke to her. “I have a little munchkin cat. She’s a princess, which is why that’s also her name.” A giggle escaped her lips as they all turned their heads toward him, “They must like you,” she commented softly. Stephanie had been trying to get their attention for quite some time yet this stranger had all eyes on him in just a snap. “I don’t think lions get along... I think it’s more respect that keeps them in a pride,” she mused, wiggling her finger at a cat who approached the two.

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slayeoff

She got the look on Stephanie’s face and without any doubt, it made the older woman regret she had previously opened her mouth to offer that much information. With a sigh falling off her lips, Taeyeon rubbed her forehead in disbelief and disappointment towards herself. “I will go with anything you choose. I trust you.” with more than picking a flavour for a juice actually. There was not other way. Playing with her fingers, she waited patiently, looking around to scan the surroundings with her gaze still slightly blurred.

Her gaze lingered on the idol for a moment; something about the way she said those words... Stephanie shook her head and walked out the door. It was probably nothing. Right? The woman speed-walked to the convenience store, not wanting the other to wait long. She chose the red Gatorade (you can’t go wrong with fruit punch) and bought a small pack of crackers with it before quickly heading back to the building. “Tadah~!” she chimed, holding up the small plastic bag. “You’ll  be hangover free in no time.”

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stcgnant

     “Of course I’m not just being nice.” He tried to stay serious but ended up laughing as he pat her shoulder. How was he supposed to stay completely serious? Happiness was contagious. It was a victory. She was proud it was executed. Might as well join in. “You should be happy you got it. I only taught it to you. You worked your butt off.” He took some credit but it was up to other people to pull it together or not. That was the other part of his job. Making them successful. He moved away a little to grin at her. “It’ll be a great show if you all get on that level. Are you worried anymore?”

The pat on a shoulder only made the female smile brighter. She was used to his touch by now since he constantly had to instruct her on how to move her body to the music. “I am happy that I got it down too,” she pulled away simultaneously.  The brunette was practically glowing, basking in absolute positivity. Worried? She was so happy that she had almost forgotten the sense of relief. If she could impress Geng, then she could impress any crowd that came to see their show. “Worried, no. But I’m sure the nerves will all come back when I get on stage-- I’m told that’s a good thing.”

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blxckend

Those who didn’t know him better would have considered him somewhat a casanova. Zacharie had a way with women, a talent for a game of push-and-pull, but actually maintaining a relationship was a different kind of story. He was almost silent as she came out to show him the dresses, each one more beautiful than the last, and the faint smirk on his lips slowly grew. Eventually, Stephanie would probably find all four of these dresses waiting for her at home but - for the sake of the event - Zacharie pointed to the one most suitable.

“Let’s go wit the red,” he suggested, “Just daring enough for you to stand out on the red carpet and just conservative enough so that Song Joongki isn’t trying to steal you off like he did my last date.” Standing, he approached her, leaning in with a wink, “By the way, it didn’t work.” Turning to address the store owners again, he signalled to them, “Have the red prepared for tonight and the others delivered to the lady’s apartment.”

Stephanie would be one of the people who thought him to be a casanova. She’s seen women come and go when it comes to Zacharie but she never thought so far as to why he couldn’t keep one around, she had just assumed that her preferred it that way. “The red one?" She arched a brow, surprised he picked the most revealing of the bunch. His comment only elicited a giggle from the woman. “Oh, stop it.” she said, lilting to the side and covering her now flushed cheeks. The thought of Song Joongki even so much as speaking to her made her giddy. “Wait-- what?” His request surprised her. The brunette watched the employees packing up the dresses with wide eyes before she turned her gaze back to his. “Zacharie, you don’t have to.” It was a kind gesture but it was almost burdensome to her to accept. “You really don’t have to.”

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slayeoff

“Ah, ne… you see-” scrunching her nose a little, allowing deep wrinkles to form on her forehead too, Taeyeon nervously rubbed her fingers together in an exaggerated reaction. “I don’t go around the streets just like that. Tonight was a… special occasion.” For stupid whims and mindless ambition. “You know how people can get if I don’t…hide my face and stuff like that to stay incognito.” It was as awkward and unpleasant as it could get for the idol, so she preferred to shop once a week, late at night on secluded place or have someone else do it for her.

That was all the confirmation she needed. This woman was definitely the famous Kim Taeyeon of Girls’ Generation. What were the chances that Stephanie would meet her like this? Definitely one in a million. “Okay, don’t worry, you wait here while I go buy some,” she flashed a friendly smile and took a few steps forward, “What flavour do you prefer?” The way she treated her was similar to how she would treat a child-- gently and with care. 

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atrvcvus:

            apologies did n o t h i n g . they served no propose nor did they make the situations any better.   it’s those two little words that irk Yongguk like never before as his hand reaches out for the tweezers.   they are words he had heard being uttered to him one too many times by his mother as he was in his hold ;   watching the life slip out  her.   they were words that triggered him .  he hadn’t even allowed his brothers to utter those words in front of them in tough situations.  ❛ why the fuck are ya apologizin’ for ? ❜ was he the one that aimed && fired ? no .  her names wasn’t written behind the reasons of his lacerations && the wounds placed upon him.  a deal gone wrong it was.  ❛ apoloigizin for shit like this ain’t gonna fix it ,steph. ❜  his eyes directed away from the beauty he had grown to have this – unique relationship with . one of toxic nature ; which was why he still wondered why the fuck he came to her as he  used the tweezers to pull out the piece of glass sticking out of his side.  A growl of a g o n y ripping past his lips , as his hand immediately went to toss the bloodied tweezers && glass to the side && applied pressure to the wound.  his vision was horribly blurry ;  chest raising && falling too fast for his liking.  he knew he wouldn’t be able to close the wound on his own. his trembling hand to his side was an indication of that.      ❛ use the rubbin’ alcohol&& pour it over my side to disinfect then i am going to want you to grab a needle , sterilize it over the stove  , grab some thread  && stitch me up, steph.  ❜ he panted quietly , licking his parched lips.  ❛if you want to be a use , do that for me steph.  I’ll walk ya threw but fuckin’ shit i can’t do it on my own. ❜

She had no words. The only thing that she could do was apologize, over and over again until she ran out of breath, but she knew it would only earn her another scolding from him. How the lives of people with such different calibers became intertwined was a question only the Gods could answer to. Her jaw dropped, watching the wound worsen as crimson liquid gushed out from the lesion in his side. The sight of blood was not something she could ever get used to. She adverted her gaze to the bloodied shard of glass that was abandoned on the counter, her trembling suddenly became increasingly worse. The weakness in his voice sent waves of emotions through the woman it pained her so much to see him suffering like that. All she wanted to do was comfort him, somehow make him feel better, but it would all be for naught without at least patching him up first. With shaking hands, she dumped the rubbing alcohol over the gash. She searched the first aid kit for a needle but with no luck, of course not, normal people don’t do stitches themselves. Stephanie hurried away to grab her sewing kit instead. Trying to thread the needle was the most difficult thing she had to do this year. Attempt after attempt, her eyes began to tear up in anguish and panic. She was afraid that Yongguk would bleed out if she couldn’t do this quickly.  “I can’t..!” And it was right when she exclaimed those words that the thread went through the eye of the needle. “Oh my God.” Words of relief. The brunette quickly tied the end of the string before she fully processed that she’d have to be sewing through human flesh. The realization caused the colour to flood from her face. 

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keiuc:

his dark orbs scan over the texts received on his end and it surprises him that she was just reclining back with her cat just as he’s doing in that exact moment. talk about sync. before his fingers work diligently to work up a response, his head tilts backwards until it settles against the couch cushion as he ponders for a brief moment. keisuke has always thought everyone spent their christmas surrounded by love ones and completely forgot to factor the idea that there are people that actually spend their holidays alone whether it be their choice or something inevitable. perhaps, there are people with their love ones far from their reach or they just enjoy their solitude. he might as well make the best out of the day and have company over.

[ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i’m glad to hear that :”) [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i can relate to that so well [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] so you’re not doing anything but just chilling with your cat? that’s… surprising [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i’m just doing the same, but i’m the sad male version of you T.T

to be entirely truthful, he didn’t want to spend his first christmas alone (excluding his beloved cat). he wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what to do or how to do anything. what were christmas traditions? the male was clueless since the only education he’s received was through the television or just from people watching. his fingers itched to ask her if she wanted to come over to his place to hang out as going out and about wasn’t in the list of options. what would they do? that was a decision he was going to leave for stephanie. the boredom that struck him for the past hour rapidly led to impatience, causing him to click on her contact name and next thing you know he’s hearing the line ring. before she can even say hello, he shoots her with questions at lightning speed. “are you free right now? you want to do something? it kinda sucks being alone on this particular day. it’s okay if you’re not down.”

Her eyes scanned her phone, reading the messages from Keisuke. When did he get a cat? She looked over at her sleeping Princess and whispered, “Do you wanna have a playdate? Kei has a cat now too!” The woman had gotten quite good at talking to herself through her pet. She thought that maybe she should invite him over-- the thought of spending yet another Christmas alone was kind of sad; just because she was used to it, didn’t mean she had to like it.

[ draft » kei ] aw don’t be sad! you should come ov

Suddenly, the phone in her hand rang loudly, startling both her and the feline. The latter of which jumped off the couch. Stephanie stared at her cell momentarily with brows furrowed in confusion before sitting up and answering the call. Her mouth opened to greet him but his questions swiftly abrupted her. This would normally cause the brunette to frown but they actually ended up making the corner of her lips turn up into a grin, a tender laugh escaping her. “I’m so happy you asked,” she lets out a satisfied sigh and leans forward in her seat. “You should come over. Let’s do Christmas stuff together!” Although the two weren’t particularly close to each other, she was never the type of person to turn someone down and especially not during the holidays. She had always been a particularly festive person despite not having family to celebrate with.

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“Your face smaller?” Taekwoon mumbled as he tried to figure out why would anyone want to shrink their face, but he was soon being face-trapped by the tight fabric of the mask that he began to pull by the hems as soon as the female finished putting it on him, feeling like choking for some reason (probably entirely on his head). “This is torture… Please, get me out of here.”

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She watched him struggle in the contraption. At least he was still polite despite that strangling feeling-- she could commend him for that. “Here, stay still.” Stephanie unwrapped the mask from his head, eyes growing wide in amusement as she marks lightly indented into his skin were revealed. “Um...” she hesitated, a small laugh escaping her lips.

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slayeoff

It was unbelievable how quick Stephanie’s proposal managed to encourage the older female. “Yes, we can!” she exclaimed in a silly manner, rising one index finger as she followed the other. Her inner wish to avoid suffering from a cruel hangover the next day was probably obvious but she didn’t care. Or more like, she was oblivious to the image she was showing. “There is, for sure  but… I don’t go there often.” skipping her way to catch the long haired female before she fell behind., Taeyeon confessed, her voice barely over a whisper once more.

Stephanie noticed the other falling behind and slowed her steps. Her brows furrowed, wondering why the mention of the convenience store brought down Taeyeon’s mood. “Do you not... like it there?” she questioned softly, “I can get some for you and you can wait here if you want.” The younger didn’t want to make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. 

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scapegoatisms

( tao ) — he wasn’t saying what he did for sympathy nor pity…he didn’t know why he said it but it was the honest truth. he hated himself because he couldn’t prevent what happened to his reputation and he questioned why he took yifan’s offer to join exo. “….but i do,” he said, “i hate myself.” he repeated, eyes dropping to the other’s hand.

“Don’t. You’re a good person,” she says, giving his hand a light squeeze. She knew she had no authority over his thoughts but it upset her just to imagine what kind of things were going through his head-- he didn’t deserve to be hated and not by himself. “And I’m not just saying that.”

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TaeTiSeo wishing a Merry Christmas