#chaerinoppa

[jaekxung]

@chaerinoppa in response to x

“You’re a bad influence!” Jaekyung playfully spoke and even stuck her tongue out at the other. “I’m never going out to eat with you ever again...” She pouted her lips as she brought her arms up to wrap around her full stomach lightly. “Thanks to you my trainer is going to kill me, probably make me do more sets than I already do or something!”

[ynqbae]

"Then I wish I had more zippers... so I could tell you to ZIP IT!" // welcome to HD!

He couldn’t help but to laugh at her reaction, he probably should stop teasing her now. “Fine! Geez calm down! I was joking-- next time don’t tell Jiyong any of your secrets.”

[jvngtaekwvn]

@chaerinoppa

“I don’t think that cap is working” He mumbled from behind the rim of the soju bottle that was pressed against his  lips, when he stood next to the female with his back facing at the bar. His gaze remained focused on the people filling the place, stirring the drink in the now lowered bottle in his hand. “That guy over there, with the green sweater, has being taking pictures of you for the last twenty minutes.”

[jxwang852-redirect-blog]

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

Sentence starters: accepting !

“But what if you actually are taking a chance but you’ve convinced yourself to not be scared because if you fail you’re just gonna try again and again until you succeed? Does that still count? In any case, I’m still terrified because I’m easily jump-scared and I still need you to talk me through this… Because I’m pretty sure taking on a mission that includes… 100+ zombies might be considered taking a chance,” he explained, balancing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while holding the controller in a fairly tight grip.

[taejoonie-blog1]

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HEADCANONS | accepting! ↪ internet browsing activities 

Taejoon, being rather anti-social, is on the internet a lot. He spends a lot of time on Reddit or reading blogs about computers and programming. He teaches himself all of the web master coding, does graphic design, and hacking. A large part of his activities are being an anonymous hacker for hire. He’s really good at it.

[hgeboi-archived]

❛ don’t be scared. i’m right here. ❜

          “I’m not scared,” he wasn’t. okay so maybe there was a little buckle in his knees at the thought. but that’s all it is, a tinge of a buckle and a smile he’s using to bluff his own feelings and nothing else. he could talk all he wanted, he could fall into the trap of his own nerves but she was right beside him and she wouldn’t let him fail. “Look noona, can we do this another day? Maybe when I’m not riddled with thoughts about why this might be a bad idea—-” It wasn’t entirely a bad idea. It wasn’t even her idea either, he just wanted someone to push the thoughts onto and once again like a recurring blessing, here she was. “She’s not gonna want it,” she being the girl getting her coffee from down in the cafe. Most of the models hang around here, the Kplus models and workers occasionally. But everyone knew the spot and everyone frequented it, including the dancer who’d caught his eye. When Chaerin’s not busy ( and she’s always busy ) she likes to chill with her label mates, one of them being mino. It’s why they’re here, after seconds and seconds and seconds of talking about this particular female, she’d have enough. Talk to her she said. Give her your number she said. Nah, he’s wasn’t scared.

[taehylol-blog]

@chaerinoppa

"you know your song? the rude one? that's the reason why i bruised my leg the other day, noona."

[dihvinity-blog]

▶  starting for @chaerinoppa

   Somedays, in Xena’s line of work, her company would get occasional house calls, to where any lucky employee gets to escape out of the confines of the office life, to that of a residence of, perhaps the most boring PC gamer out there in Seoul, or, perhaps, even an idol.     She’d been chosen to head out this time around, and, oddly, not given any true context on the customer for this time. Not that she necessarily cared for the time being, she’d find out when she’d arrived. Plus, who cared? The point was getting the hell out of the office.     Eventually, she pulled up to the address in the company car, adjusting her hoodie once she got out. A plus of her company, was that she had no uniform regulation. She took out her backpack full of equipment, slinging it over her shoulder and heading towards the door. Clearing her throat lightly, she rang the doorbell, looking off around the entrance, impressed with the beauty of it. Someone either famous or rich lives here.     The next question she was going to mentally ask herself was immediately answered once a certain silver-haired idol opened the door, all that made Xena’s heart freeze into place.     Lee Chaerin. CL. The Baddest fuckin’ Female in all of the world. Oh my god.