❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞
“I can do my best- give it here!”

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❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞
“I can do my best- give it here!”
@ckyunim
❝For heavens sake, stop that screeching.❞ Changkyun whined as he watched the members of their groups intermingled. It always turned into one loud headache that he loved. He was the maknae but he always acted like the oldest (he was thankful his elders weren’t up his ass about honorifics) and always spoke out of term. He turned his gaze to Hoshi and frowned deeply. “Please make them stop.” He pointed to their members, most notably how a one legged chicken fight was breaking around him and his face read perfectly how much he would rather be doing anything else. “Save me before they hit me.”
Soonyoung always enjoy it when the two group mingles together, although as if the thirteen member of Seventeen is not loud enough for the whole room -- addition of seven people from monsta x are creating a whole new level of ruckus. He clapped in amusement watching Jooheon imitating Seungkwan’s famous high note, laughing so hard watching everyone is imitating each other even when there’s no camera around) before he glanced at Changkyun, big goofy smile on his face as the request from the latter are responded with a chuckle. “For me to stop them is like... asking for a suicidal note.” And just then Soonyoung’s eyes widen up at the loud cheers in the center of the room, blinking several times at Changkyun with his brows furrowed as he approached the same-age friend. “Okay, but -- I got a plan, how about we escape?”
Happy birthday to Lucifer himself, I love you a lil.
“Psht. You totally love me loads, don’t try to hide it Changkyun. Thank you for the birthday wishes!”
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“Ahh, couldn’t hide from ya long now could I, chingu-yah?!” Any attempt to blend in between two statues was a silly childish act in order to seemingly get away from him. She wasn’t in fact trying to run too far away from the same aged male whom she had quickly grown fond of in a short playful act in the now desolate area of the recording studio. “I wasn’t really going to leave ya behind. Surely you didn’t think that, heh heh. Should it be your time to hide now? I’ll come and find you quick!”
@ckyunim
“Psst. Lame boy. Wake up.” He nags in hushed tone, even though it was just Changkyun who was sleeping, and the other Monsta X members had been up and about, one of them even letting Jungkook in. “You still owe me breakfast, uuupppp!”
starter for @ckyunim
-&&; “no, that was the last piece ‘saeng! owah…” hyojung snaps her chopsticks together with a playful pout towards the younger labelmate.
“I am breathing! That’s how I’m staying alive.” (welcome to idollites!
⏩ @ckyunim
🍜 – “I’d be really worried if you didn’t.” Waving his hand to fan some air towards his face, he heaved a sigh with his cheeks puffing out. It was rather useless to try and get some freshness, all he’s doing was spreading warm air around. Nothing helped, it was way too hot and humid for the end of August. “I feel like I’m about to die. I wanna stick my head into a bucket of ice. Can we do that?”
a starter for @ckyunim.
The night runs down Jun Young’s throat from a bottle of beer. Tough crowd on one end of the bar, excited patrons fighting over dollars on pool tables and on the other, coins in the dart machine. Old men sing songs they can no longer read, each character blending into another until it becomes a censored mess on the screen. Waitresses deserve bigger tips and men complain that they’re not getting ass.
He aches to leave on a night like this but orders another Stella anyway, with the hopes that the evening will improve. As a guy in a dad hat takes a seat at the bar beside him, Jun starts to think it does.