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❝ she’s mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things. ❞
you know what to do ♡
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her hands coming into contact with his and grasping them in an attempt to warm them up had shocked him, but he gradually got over it and he honestly couldn’t help but smile softly as she even began to rub them. woojin just simply watched her with a small smile playing across his features at her sweet gestures. ❝ yah, you don’t need to do that. ❞ he told her lightly. if it was anyone else who were to grab his hands to warm them, maybe he would have removed his hands away after politely declining the offer. but with her, he can’t decline even if he wanted to because the gesture was too sweet and cute.
hanging out with haeun for long enough would reveal that she was quite unabashed with her affections. it comes hand-in-hand with the other little things that make up her person, never one to restrain herself from speaking her mind or care too deeply what she could be judged for. she liked to think that the people who could comprehend her were the only ones worth the comprehension. the rest of the world was background noise. “i don’t care,” she retorts in singsong, attention mostly fixated on trying to rub the cold away. kind of. “maybe you should think about not having cold hands around me if you don’t want me to have to do this again.”
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“I’m gonna say this and hope you forget it in the morning.”
“Hey, now, the middle finger isn’t going to make you less wrong.”
“God, I had to wait this long to figure out you have the softest lips on the planet?”
“I wasn’t talking to you all day because that dog liked you more than me.”
“I not so accidentally ended up wearing your sweater tonight.”
“Remember when you thought you were in love with me?”
“My dad still gets mad whenever I bring up that one kissing incident we had back in high school.”
“The tattoo was inspired by that song you wrote.”
“Since we’re getting married tomorrow, I figure I should thank you for wacking me in the face when we met.”
“When she/he told me she/he loved me, you popped into my mind.”
“We don’t need anymore damn candles.”
“You got us tickets to the concert?!”
“I remember you! I had a crush on you for like a month back when I was like thirteen!”
“Yes– for the sixth time– you wore it better than her/him.”
“Good to know that you’re so ticklish.”
“Yeah, last night you were so drunk you started crying about how beautiful a dog wearing a bandana was.”
“I’ve never seen you this… Torn up.”
“I can leave if I’m being that much of a problem.”
“You’re telling me right now– after we got strapped into this rollercoaster– that you’re scared of heights?!”
“Imagine if I never locked eyes with you in that crowd.”
“I don’t care if you were having the best sex of your damn life– if I fail my midterm because I couldn’t concentrate last night, I am throwing your bed into a river.”
“Found someone new?”
“My mom is convinced we’re dating since we’re roommates.”
“This cake was on sale and I just got dumped– do I really need to explain further?”
“I can’t believe you took her/him there.”
“I don’t know if you know how the silent treatment works, but laughing at my awesome jokes defeats the purpose.”
“I know a few way to make you feel better.”
“Was that an attempt at kissing me?”
“If you wanted to go on a date, you could have just asked.”
“Do you wanna come spray paint the art quad with me? It’s for a project, we won’t get arrested, or anything.”
“Wait! Don’t open that picture folder!”
“Teach me.”
“Tell me something lame and poetic.”
“All this time… I thought you hated me.”
“You bought me flowers?”
“You and him/her got along well, huh?”
“It’s hard to get anyone to flirt with me when you’re literally holding my hand all the time.”
“Real talk, can I kiss you? I haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head recently.”
“What did last night mean?”
“We’ve been over this before.”
“Look, I’m sorry I interrupted your conversation with her/him, but she/he didn’t look good enough for you.”
“It’s not hard to stay in love with you, it’s hard because I don’t know if you’ll ever love me back.”
“I’ve been zoning out a lot today, I’m sorry.”
“Do you have any tips?”
“That pickup line was lame, but if she/he knows you they would say yes anyways.”
“People make out platonically, sometimes, I think. I mean it didn’t feel platonic, but whatever– I can pretend it did.”
“I know you hate being woken up, but I was gonna go for a drive, do you wanna come?”
“Don’t ruin this for me.”
“I guess I need to be more forward when it comes to you.”
“I’m never getting that shirt back, am I?”
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Even as a kid, it really was in his nature to be helpful. The manners instilled in him by his now deceased parents still stayed after they’ve passed, thankfully. “It does, doesn’t it? All I need is armor… Or maybe a katana. Then I could be a samurai knight.” He joked around, smiling a little that his pearly whites showed. Meeting new people was always so anxiety-inducing for the male, but he didn’t really feel that with her. Perhaps it was because she liked to keep the coversation going? Nevertheless, he felt at ease and he was more than thankful for it.
“Right, they’re nice. I actually got lost one time and a bunch of ahjummas helped me get home.” He shared, recalling the memory of the five old ladies who taught him the way to his home from the city proper. Whether they took a liking to Shinji and his looks, or they were bored— he was glad that there were people as helpful as him in the world. A certain place she mentioned then catches his interest, “New York, huh? Always wanted to see it for myself. Did you live there for a long time?” He asked curiously, eyes squinting as he did. Shinji found himself shaking his head not long after, “Ah, no, my team needs me! I can’t get lost like that…” He laughed, just the thought of him not being able to make his Taekwondo training just because he didn’t which bus to take was too funny to him.
“Or a samurai ninja! Way cooler than knights, honestly.” She didn’t even miss a beat from completely humouring him and his fantasy, wearing a wide grin of her own. Maybe he had a point, having proposed that walking was therapeutic. It very well could be with the right company. His anecdote sets her off on another round of bright laughter, wondering if he simply attracted strangers left and right. It would be impossible not to, she thinks; it would be quite difficult to miss someone so tall looking so lost. (Poor thing.)
She gathers her wits when he directs a question back at her, used to the questions about her hometown by now. Surely he could relate, so at least the interest wasn’t as one-sided. “Long enough!” Haeun nods after a brief hum of contemplation, finding it entirely subjective. “I lived there practically my whole life up until I was eighteen-going-on-nineteen. Then I flew over here and got myself an apartment!” New York was quite deeply ingrained in her, if she had to admit it. And despite her occasional visits to Seoul prior to her move, much of her ways are greatly influenced by the concrete jungle of USA. It isn’t as obvious once she’d adapted to Korea, learning to smother most things for the sake of propriety, but some things simply could not stay hidden for long. His seemingly vehement protests makes her laugh as well, nudging the male lightly with an elbow. “What are you worried about? This NYC knight is more than capable of sending you off to the rest of your samurai ninjas.”
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he had been on his own in the dance studio with their music blasting as he danced, watching his own every move through the wall of mirrors and perfecting his dancing until he couldn’t perfect it no more. the others had always told him not to practice too hard, to rest and take enough water breaks whilst he was in the dance studio alone. he was also always told that if he didn’t answer their texts asking him to stop and come sleep for the night, that he’s done enough for today, that they’d come and find him and hope that he wasn’t passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the floor. so when he heard his phone beep that signaled that he got a new message, he immediately thought it was one of the others asking him to stop and rest. he moved to his phone that he had plugged into the speakers and stopped the music, unplugging his phone to look at the text. though he couldn’t help but laugh breathily the minute he saw it and it definitely was not from one of his hyungs.
[ text ] that made my day. [ text ] and i do miss your hugs. [ text ] don’t mention this to my members, but your hugs are the best.
she gets to check this off her pesky to-do list, the arduous path to completion quite deserving of a mean nap. that is, if she could fall asleep with five cups of coffee running through her veins. her mouse hovers over the little floppy disk icon again, and she clicks it for the fifth, sixth, seventh time. saves it under a different name to be sure. she considers the web browser logo for a second, and then she’s stood, heading to the kitchen.
to think she’d be bored and alone on a friday night. the living room comes alive with the sounds and lights coming from the tv, illuminating what was otherwise late-night/early-morning darkness. (too late, too early.) she’s trapped between wanting to go to bed and refusing to, defeated frown playing on her lips in between sips of club soda. restless thumbs ghost over the phone screen, a semblance of a smile at the corner of her lips. (no harm, no foul. she could always blame it on the booze.)
[ sms — kwonday ] your secret is safe with me... [ sms — kwonday ] ...as long as i get a refill by tomorrow 7PM PST 😈
a stray glance at the clock precedes an afterthought of belated concern.
[ sms — kwonday ] up late practicing again?😪
@tenxthreex: ( c.ont )
to taemin, everything was tiring and stressful but it was all worth it for people to love what they do and love the lyrics he’s written as well as how he’s produced things. he knew and he’s heard all of the compliments before but her compliment had him grinning, extremely pleased with the fact that she liked it. there were a lot of people he did and he expected praise from certain people like the members, their manager, the fans and their families. but it felt special coming from her; he wasn’t sure why, though. ❝ that’s good to hear! ❞
she’s beaming still even when she almost takes a stumble, her balance off-kilter while trying to fold her legs under her. it didn’t help that she was perched (backwards, mind you.) on a wheely chair either, or that her legs were gangly and long. "when are you going to write a song about me?” she speaks again with a broad grin after having settled, forearms resting on the back of the chair. it wasn’t a new thought spoken aloud, having brought up the idea more times than necessary. it’s the privilege of being friends with a recording artist, she insists. “surely you’re not going to just let a really good muse go to waste? it’ll sweep the charts for sure!”
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seokjun couldn’t help but feel quite insulted at her comment and it was clearly seen in his expression; his brows had furrowed and a frown tugged on his lips, his hand had even shot to his heart as if he was actually really hurt by it. ❝ yah! i’m not that heavy! i’m not even drunk, i’m barely even buzzed! ❞ he was telling the truth, though. yeah, he did drink, but it wasn’t much of anything, really. just a few sips here and there and that was it.
there’s amusement dancing behind her eyes as she watched the younger male, his protests only making laughter bubble up her throat. a hand reaches forth to smooth over furrowed brows preceding her soft chuckle, as if in attempt to physically coax his scowl away. “baby, the only ‘light’ you are is a lightweight,” she couldn’t help but tease, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger. “you are heavy, so stop leaning on me!” the jesting chastise precedes a light shove to his shoulder; maybe, just maybe, to see if he’d actually fall over.
chtoyant:
[ sms — harley quinn ] uh i cuddle you too sometimes??? [ sms — harley quinn ] i know your hot debut single [ sms — harley quinn ] shut_the_fuck_up_deoksu.mp3
[ sms — dorksu ] you’re tall and lanky and it hurts [ sms — dorksu ] umm you really think my debut single would be about you ????? [ sms — dorksu ] wowie brother