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the distinction between wishes and surprises: lzx&kjn!

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Time will always be found for those that Zhixiang holds interest in and it’s because of that reason that he shows up on this very day at Jennie’s doorstep; never would he think that the address which he requested from the other would come in handy, otherwise. Yet he stands and waits in front of her door to be granted entrance upon knocking, holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand, while somewhere in the pocket of his coat resided a red-covered jewelry box.

In it resides a set made out of white gold, with a simple floral ornament to serve as decoration; it was light in coloration, which made it versatile in terms of what clothing articles it could be associated with, but the pink shade it came with also held femininity. Perhaps it was something that seemed mismatching with what the girl would often be seen wearing, but Zhixiang would object to it – beauty and femininity reside in every woman, and so she has to be made to shine accordingly. It is for that very reason that he settled onto the floral set, rather than one with hearts or something more minimalist; Jennie was now blooming, growing into a fine young woman and he wished to stress on just that.

The moment that the door is pulled open, the elder’s lips curl into a smile as his eyes settle onto the smaller frame of the other – adorable, he would call her. Yet he doesn’t and, instead, he retrieves the jewelry box to hold it out alongside the bouquet. Three words then leave his lips – not the ones the girl may have hoped for in any daydream or fantasy, rather the ones that were needed, “Happy Birthday, Jennie.”

Frankly speaking, if one were to ask Jennie to name her truest friends on the spot, her pink lips would find themselves parting eagerly to play along with this little game, and yet she’d be left oddly speechless when no names come to mind. Perhaps she could scream Ira, or Lee Suji, but could she really, when she had abandoned the former and will soon be held responsible for the death of the latter’s father?

Perhaps she could bring in the many people she pays for their services, or maybe even some of her moderators, but all those relations can hardly be considered as friends, not when there is the underlying customer and server relationship attached to it.

So imagine her surprise when someone knocks on the door on her birthday—at most, she’s expecting it to be her dear sister, but even that is too much to ask for—and she quickly finds that on the other side of the door stands what fans like her would call, her ultimate bias.

Like a typical fan, Jennie squeals at the sight of his beautiful face. (God, just look at that jawline…)

“Oppa! Why are you—” she begins prematurely, but her voice is stolen from her throat when she catches sight of the beautiful bouquet held tightly in his hand, and a nondescript box in the other. The words tumble from his lips and due to her second guessing her ability to comprehend anything at the moment—this so cannot be happening, there is no way the Zhixiang is here to give her presents on her birthday, where are the cameras and alarm, please do not blare and wake me up from this sweet, sweet dream—but then she pinches herself, and upon realising that this is actually happening, tears begin to well in her eyes.

“O-oppa,” she mutters, and just like their first meet, she cannot control her hands from wrapping around his strong form, “t-thank you for the present!”

(Except she’s not really talking about the gifts he’s brought her, is she? No, she’s talking about him, and the fact that he even knows her birthday, much less bothers to make this effort to wish her is the greatest present she could ever ask for; the material things are but cherries on top of sweet icecream.)

She releases him from her tight embrace and belatedly accepts her gifts, and because she is impatient Jennie, she quickly unboxes the gift in front of him. Her eyes feast on the most beautiful set of jewellery, and even though it is not at all eccentric as is her style, she thinks she will wear these intricate pieces forever, and never take it off. (Okay, maybe only while she showers because she doesn’t want to damage the items.)

Jennie then grabs the hand that holds the bouquet, and she pulls Zhixiang into her messy house as she begins to talk his ear off about everything and nothing, because such is her character.

This may not have been one of her many wishes, but it is surely a surprise she never knew she needed.

#advzhixiang #p: the distinction between wishes and surprises #( omfg i love you i love you i love you #also dw you don't have to reply to this!!! think of it as a headcanon ahahah #you bet your aSS I'M GONNA BE MENTIONING THIS JEWELLERY SET A LOT IN HER OTHER THREADS )#submission

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He doesn’t know why Zhixiang followed him out. He doesn’t have the slightest clue. But since he’s going tree shopping, Jin Goo figures that having another opinion would be helpful. He’s not shopping for a real tree, lord knows how he would ever get it home. No, instead, he’s looking for one of those fake trees, either one that can be put together, or one that wasn’t as large as a real tree. The problem is that he can’t seem to navigate the warehouse they’re in. It’s frustrating. Products are scattered around the place, strings of lights and various Christmas-themed things hanging off shelves, lying on the floor. It’s chaos. And he understands that it’s a flash sale, he understands that these products are being sold at a ridiculously low price during the season that they’re in great demand. But that doesn’t excuse how absolutely savage the rest of the customers are being. He ducks under the trajectory of a plastic ornament being whipped across the room by an old lady screaming obscenities. He shoots the other a glance. What did I get myself into? Zhixiang just points him in the right direction, and Jin Goo is able to spot the fake green of a plastic tree peeking out from behind a shelf. How Zhixiang found it, he’ll never know, but he’s grateful nonetheless, and by the time they finally escape from the warehouse, Jin Goo’s left swearing to himself that he’ll never put himself through this sort of madness again.

#advzhixiang #meme

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Memes: accepting

♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.

He’s far from familiar with traditions and holidays. He doesn’t really celebrate things, not alone. There’s never been much a reason to try to celebrate. Even before he was enslaved, he and his mother never had the money to do anything. At times she might try to bring him something small- food perhaps, but it was never anything big enough to leave a memory in Zitao’s mind. After he found himself trapped within the Dynasty, the most he heard of celebrations was through those who put him in chains. He’d sometimes overhear them discussing their plans with their families or friend. It was often about how they planned to go out with their significant others and have wild nights. At the time the idea never really got through to Zitao. In his mind, those times weren’t within his reach.

#advzhixiang #.ic #.memes #//this is long and GAY #//i just #//why is this so long #//im so sorry #negativity tw #tao tw

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Snow is far from Jiyong’s favorite thing. Actually, he despises it because it makes him shiver and shake until he wants to jump in a fire to warm up again. He’s a hellhound. You would think that he’d just melt the snow around him and go about his day normally, and yet for whatever reason it works the opposite of how it seems like it should. He loses body heat like no tomorrow and can’t keep warm no matter how many layers he’s wearing.

He doesn’t own that many pairs of clothes, considering he’s really working with just Daybreak’s allowance to buy himself whatever he needs. So he’s got a couple jackets, a few scarves, nothing enough to deal with this stupid sheet of white that’s covering the ground. It’s even falling from the sky and the dog demon is just glaring up at the stuff as it slowly drifts to the ground. His breath is making puffs of steam and he hates it. It’s just a visual confirmation that he is slowly freezing.

He should really get back inside, but he’s got things he wants to do. So he sticks his hands deeper in his pockets and snuggles even further into his scarf. He’ll just have to fight the cold. If he passes out, surely someone will pick him up before he rots away or something... Err...

He certainly hopes so.

A flake of snow drifts into his vision again- landing neatly on his nose and his expression turns to a grimace. It’s cold! He jumps back a little from the sensation and, naturally enough, begins shaking his head. It’s a terrible feeling. He’d rather do without it.

And yet when he sees the next snowflake he can’t help but jump for it- trying to bite the tiny white speck for whatever reason. Maybe he’s just a little too wound up... He regrets it shortly after- stumbling backwards. He’s moving a bit too erratically to notice that there’s anyone nearby. So he slams into a familiar person and they both tumble backwards into a pile of fresh fallen snow.

“Yaaa! This fucking sucks! It’s cold!” He’s whining before he even thinks to apologize to the person he’s knocked over. He shakes off quickly- not yet bothering to stand up. He cracks an eye opened and his expression drops just a little. A nervous laugh escapes him.

“Aahh~ Heya’ Show. Ya’, uh... Ya’ still look ok all coated in snow... Haha~ It’s funny... Get it? Snow? Show?”

Show does not seem to think he’s funny.

#advzhixiang #ic #meme response #(I hope this is ok! I wasn't really sure what to do with show but this seemed alright?)#((I hope you like it though!!)

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∞: Our muses go tree shopping

[ kkt ⇢ zhixiang hyungnim ] Found one yet?

Jungsoo sat curled up on his bed, wings spread high above his head as he looked down at the phone in his hand. He felt very apologetic towards Zhixiang who had graciously asked him to go Christmas tree hunting with him. Honestly, he would have loved to go out into the city, seen all the holiday lights and newly decorated store windows but alas, two things weighed heavily on his back.

#[ i hope this is okay! ]#[ poor teukie can't go out ;u; ]#✧ meme answer #advzhixiang #✧ angelbox

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✆: My muse calls your muse while drunk on eggnog.

A call from the Luo Zhixiang waspossibly the last thing in the world Hyeyeon expects to receive on Christmas. Herphone rings, and she reaches over to grab it like usual, but as soon as shecatches the name her sparkling eyes widen.

She almost shrieks when shereflexively tosses the phone into the air, but fortunately it lands on her bedand she can save herself from giving an embarrassing explanation to her mother.The phone still rings, emitting a twinkling music box tune that almost guiltsHyeyeon into crawling across the floor to answer the phone. Luo Zhixiang wascalling, and he was waiting.

Hyeyeon doesn’t actually crawl acrossthe floor, but shuffles with her fluffy pink slippers so she can pick up thecall with a meek, “Hello?”

Wide eyes blink rapidly, then her lipsjut out in a confused pout as she tries to catch his words. “Um, could youperhaps repeat that?”

The girl feels strangely tiny—how wasit possible to feel smaller than she already was?—as she listens to hisbellowing laughter, and the more his words run together in never endingsentences the closer she reaches the right answer.

“Oppa, have you had too much to drink?”She asks it curiously and in her cutest, most innocent voice, and she can’t helpbut laugh at his put-off tone. She doesn’t expect to see this side of him, butshe’s hardly complaining. It was nice to imagine a more endearing side to theman; a break from his somewhat-intimidating aura while she makes every attemptto soak up every single drop of charm and charisma he radiates.

“Zhixiang-oppa, is there a reason whyyou called me?” Hyeyeon relaxes enough to flop onto her bed and grab onto herpillow. An amused smile dances on her lips. “If you wanted someone to hang out,shouldn’t you have called someone a little bit older?” She teases, and chiminglaughter bounces off the wall as she listens.

#meme #advzhixiang

“Santa’s not real! There, I said it!”

“I’m well past this realization, about fifteen years to be exact,” he cuts in, eyes devoid of the excitement they held seconds prior. Slowly, he sets the handful of tinsel down onto the arm of a lounge chair. “I honestly wanted to see what you would do if you thought I still believed in these dumb traditions. Not much of a cheer-bringer are you?” Palms smack together, brush off on the tops of his knees. He takes one of the cookies he supposedly slaved over for an imaginary old man in a red suit off of the plate, next to their pile of glittery things, and thinks about how the grocery store a few blocks away must have run out of them by now. “Don’t worry though, I won’t tell anyone you’re just as much of a scrooge as I am.”

#a:answered #a:meme #advzhixiang

true fans never die: kjn&lzx!

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Jennie is the type who, in her youth, used to jump on the bed and play the air guitar to her favourite tune in her Mickey Mouse underwear, within the confines of a room decorated with posters of her favourite celebrities. The room of her teenage days had been a sanctuary for the many idols that she had worshipped, but right on top of the headboard was the model who she deemed was her ultimate bias. He was the person whose name Jennie would doodle, along with excessive love hearts, in her book in math class. The person who Jennie couldn’t think or talk about without earning a red tinge to her chubby cheeks, and the person who Jennie would, even in her old age, include as one of her ‘hall passes’, should she ever get into a monogamous relationship in the future.

He was—is—Luo Zhixiang.

God, even now, she’s blushing.

Jennie had worshipped him during the peak of his career, and stayed loyal regardless of the huge scandal that shook the fanclub. As a consequence of her unyielding loyalty, she had to cop a lot of gossip in school, most of them along the vein of ‘how typical it was of Jennie Kim to be in love with a monster’. (But no matter: Jennie had always been a bit of a brat—and a bit of a bully—so a couple of nerds criticising her bullying antics was what she’d call another day at work.)

Zhixiang had fallen off the face of the globe immediately after the scandal, and naturally, upon the manifestation of her powers, Jennie decided to do what every hard-core fan would do: she searched every crevice of the interweb, trying to find her idol. It hadn’t been easy, and his routine had been too sporadic for her to predict, so she’s never truly pursued him. (She’ll deny it for all her worth, but the underlying reason as to why she never tried to meet her idol in the flesh was also because deep down, a young Jennie feared that the rumours were true. The concept of murder had been a hard concept for a young Jennie to grasp.)

If she could see herself now.

Thus, there is a very logical reason why she’s currently wearing an old graphic t-shirt perhaps two sizes too tight with his face on it. Why in her hand, she holds a poster of him in one of her favourite shoots—the one that she thought captured his jawline just as she had imagined it. And why the words ‘MARRY ME, ZHIXIANG <3’ is scrawled, in neon pink, down the length of her arm. The reason is because Jennie has never truly grown out of her ‘Zhixiang’ phase, but also because now that Jennie has blood of every type on her hands, she feels like she’s so much more connected to her favourite celebrity.

She waits outside the café—she fears she’ll get kicked out for her alarming display, but she is a South Korean citizen so they cannot possibly throw her off the streets of Seoul—for him to emerge. She had noticed, through the hacked police cameras all around town, that he visits this café sometimes, and has predicted that Zhixiang would be visiting this café today.

And just as she predicted, out he walks, and Jennie can barely hold herself up. He’s even more beautiful than the pictures, she notices, and a shrill squeal escapes her throat as she fights to contain herself. She loses the fight, of course, her body involuntarily moves forward to attack him in a hug.

“Oh my God, oh my God, ohmygod—” she rambles, her arms around his waist as she rests her head against his chest. And it is here when Jennie’s wired personality breaks, and tears start rolling down her cheeks, because finally—fucking finally—she meets her idol.

“Oppa, I— I love you,” she confesses between sobs, and she laughs at how ridiculous she is being—but the laugh comes out in bursts, because she cannot contain her tears. She loosens her death grip on his body, and her hands squeeze the poster even tighter, slightly bending its edges in the process, as she lifts it for him to see, “p-please sign, oppa. I’m… to Jennie.”

And she ducks her head in embarrassment.

#advzhixiang #p: true fans never die #( strokes her #also her firewall is down pls no one hack #writing real jENNIE FOR THE FIRST TIME IT IS INTENSE EMOTIONS PLS )