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ㅣDon’t Blame the Browniesㅣ Zelo&Narae

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Narae wasn't very good at spending her evenings off from practice doing something productive. Usually she spent them in front of a cheesy drama with handsome-enough lead actors, dressed in pyjamas and with some kind of snack that most definitely wasn't supposed to be in her diet. Yesterday wouldn't have been any different, if it hadn't been for the fact that her computer all of a sudden had decided to stop working. That had put an abrupt end to her plans for the evening, but with the clock not even close to what Narae deemed an acceptable time to go to bed, new plans had to be made.

As it happened, the new plans landed her in the kitchen of the Medusa dorm. Armed with cacao powder, a jar of peanut butter and ridiculous amounts of sugar, she set to work. It had been a while since she last made her signature peanut butter swirl brownies, but she knew the recipe by heart. In all honesty, it might have been the only recipe she'd ever learned and knew how to follow, but she preferred not to think about that. It was better to keep up the idea that three years of working in a bakery had made her a genius with flour, eggs and sugar. Soon enough the dorms were filled with the smell of freshly baked goods.

As always, there were more brownies than Narae would ever be able to eat on her own. Instead of trying it out, she decided to pack most of them into lunch boxes. Early in the morning, she had taken a quick walk around the practice rooms on the fourth floor of the Apollo building, placing the boxes together with small notes.

You're working really hard today! Here, take a brownie. You're worth it! ♥

She hoped that at least some of the other trainees would appreciate the gesture. On the other hand, if they didn't, it would only mean more brownies for herself and that wasn't half bad either.

[aplloxseol-blog]

second home || seolhyun & junhong

"Junhong!" Seolhyun shouted into the Crosse dorms as soon as she was let in, not paying mind to the other people that might have been victim to her loud voice so early in the morning. Most people were gone anyways, and went to go visit their families or out to do something for the extended weekend that they were given. "Come on let's go! The car is outside!"

Seolhyun spent most weekends at her family's penthouse, relaxing with her parents and enjoying the comforts of being at home. It was a very singular feeling to be with her parents, who asked about her training and her friends and her classes, and no matter how annoying it got sometimes, she loved the support that they always gave her without inhibitions. So when she found out that Junhong didn't have a home like that to go back to, she immediately set out to fix it and invited (more like dragged the first time) him to spend the weekend at her apartment. They had spare bedrooms, and her parents loved visitors. Over time, it had become a weekly occurrence, one for which Seolhyun was glad. This week though, there was a special surprise, one that she had been talking with her parents about quite a lot, and one for which she was immensely excited.

She walked into his room, opening the door without warning and smiling at the boy on the other side of the door. "Hurry up! Oh and bring some extra clothes this time." Seolhyun usually didn't like to rush people, but this week was different. Plus, after the stressful events of the last few days, she could use a trip home.

[apolloxkyungsoo]

♥

♥: Your muse crying aboutsomething

The practice room was empty and he’s got at least an houror so of break so he’s got his tablet on speaker in full blast so the soundwould echo inside the room. His hearing had always been keen too so once hehears the door open he’d immediately click pause so people wouldn’t know he’swatching some anime while on break.

But of course like always he’s already too immersed a fewminutes into the episode. Only a few people knew how much of a sap Kyungsooreally is, how he’s easily moved by things he hear or see. It was dumb reallythat he’s way into the story of what he was watching that he ended up cryingwith the heroine. He even had his knees drawn to his chest as he watched, ahand clamped onto his mouth because wowhe’s sobbing.

“Holy—hyung, why are you criying?!” the voice took him bysurprise he flinched from his corner of the room. It was Zelo and the horrifiedexpression he had told him he probably looked like a mess. He was in a cornercurled up and crying. “Are you hurt? Did someone bully you—” Zelo asked as hespeed walked his way towards him. He was still crying really and he could onlyshake his head as the younger actually hugged him.

“You okay?” Kyungsoo nodded and sniffled. “Why were youcrying?” Zelo asked and as if on cue, the ending theme of the anime resoundedand he heard the younger chuckle.

“Hyung, you’re a sap.” Zelo laughed and hugged himtighter, obviously amused.Kyungsoo knew he’d be blushing from embarrassmentbecause of all this later on, or craw under a rock or something.

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✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike.

Answered here!

[apolloxkyungsoo]

Get Creative || Kyungsoo & Zelo

The bass of the music bounced off the walls of the practice room sounding more like a muffled noise as his reflection looked back at him mockingly. There was an annoyed twitching on his left eye as he turns his back against the mirror and harshly clicks the replay button, a frown looking permanent on his face. The music starts again and he tries to focus all his energy on the music, willing the melody and the bass carry his body but he stayed rooted on his spot with his mind completely blank.

It has been an hour and a half since he started practicing and tried to come up a routine of his own with the music and so far he’s had zero ideas. He doesn’t understand what’s wrong with him really when he does okay with following steps and can’t even create a few of his own. He’s usually a very patient person but knowing that choreographing is one of his setbacks the lack of ideas at the moment nags at him and makes him all the more irritated. Kyungsoo already has a number of insecurities and he really didn’t want half of dancing to be one too.

Either way he reaches half of the song with not even a slightest inspiration or idea for a routine and he’s ruffling his hair in frustration, harshly taking his eyeglasses off and walks briskly towards his phone and speaker. He grabs his phone not sparing it a glance before he hurls it across the room and it hits the opposite wall with a deafening crash. Kyungsoo grabs his hair with both of his hands and leans down the mirror and slides down.

Suddenly he feels small, and the deafening silence that echoed around him in the practice room wasn’t helping. He could hear the music at the back of his head and surprisingly enough, he hates it. His breathing comes in short gasps through his gritted teeth, his eyes starting to blur from tears of frustration and it’s been a while since he’s lost himself like this.