#cvtaehyung

[cvmino-blog]

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‘ last selfie taken & its caption ’

[ IMAGE ] -- #nicekicks

[cvtaemin-blog]

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☾ / link to the background picture on your muse’s phone

from princess mononoke

♢ / what are your muses 3 most used emojis

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[cvjongdae-blog]

Spit it out

@cvtaehyung

It always felt a bit strange being in the dorms. Once he was old enough he moved into the carriage house right away, wanting to be as far from the main body of students as possible. Still, he came now and then for the parties, like tonight. It was a good place to scope out the new faces, see if he could get a couple bites or so. Inebriated students always made for a great target, too drunk to make smart decisions and easy enough to rope into a quick game.

A couple hours into the party and his wallet was already full with enough won to last him for at least a couple weeks. He felt a bit bad, because the people he had gotten the money off of were really good about it, but hey man’s gotta eat somehow right? He shuffled his cards as his eyes scanned the room, wondering if he could do another round when he spotted a bright red head of hair. He smirked to himself as he recognized the face. Ah yes, it was probably a matter of time until he was going to show up.

This was the real reason he came tonight. For all his bravado of not wanting to get close to anyone and keeping people at a distance, occasionally he was guilty of letting someone slip through. Everyone needed at least one person to confide in at least.

With a small hum he finished shuffling his cards, fanning them out face down on the table. As that familiar red head was finally close enough, Jongdae pulled out a card, flipping it over on to the table.

“6 of Hearts” he announced rather loudly, trying to catch the attention of the other. “Someone’s taken an interest in you,” he flips over another card, “Ace of Spades, but they’re nothing but bad news,” one last card, “6 of Diamonds ...? Well, that’s interesting” he makes sure to lock eyes with him. “Not even a little curious what that means, Red Velvet?”

[seulgicv-blog]

indolence.

@cvtaehyung

The attic is small and well lit, by virtue of the early afternoon light that streams in from the huge window, a half circle that indicates the upper part of the clock face. The bells have long since been removed from the tower and moved to another location, but the name remains. The bell tower attic. Its unnecessarily difficult to find one's way up to the little enclosure but Seulgi revels in difficult places, stretches out against the worn white wood, smooth and warmed by the light of the sun. The air is still and quiet, the kind of lingering and lazy atmosphere that wraps itself around you, cocoons you in a sort of vacant and laconic comfort.

She sighs softly, stretches a little longer, back arching with a soft sound before she settles back to the wood. There is a book floating over her face, at an ideal angle and distance for reading, one arm behind her head as a makeshift pillow. Her free hand flicks vaguely in the air to turn the pages every so often, a murmured incantation having lifted the book in place. It isn't anything particularly wildly compelling, but it sounded a lot better than physical training did - she's fond of keeping in shape, of staying fit, of sparring here and there, but for the moment it was too early and too warm out, so she had simply slipped away.

The sound of footfalls on the tiny, rickety staircase that led to the little attic had her groaning, sliding her hand out to sneak the flask she'd brought up with her back into the bag at her side, just in case. It was just another student, however, though the somewhat familiar face had a grin curving wry against her lips. "Mm, cutting class or looking for ghosts?" she queried idly as they appeared in the small room, glancing down at her. The rumor of the hauntings in the attic made it a popular destination for such a thing, after all.

[notcvbora-blog]

🌊 distractions.

there weren’t many times when the cafe wasn’t filled with students, but when it was slow, it was unbearably slow. it was those times that bora dreaded the most-- the fast pace was what helped her work so well, and with that element removed, she was reduced to wiping the same spot on the counter over and over, organizing and relabeling product, or yapping the ears off whoever was nearby when there was truly nothing left for her to occupy her time with.

between the end of classes and dinnertime was one of those slow times, and for the past ten minutes bora had been hiding out by the pantry, browsing through inspiration boards on her phone to keep herself from being lulled into a coma. how anyone could even want to work a whole day at this pace, she would probably never understand. the jingle of bells as someone stepped through the cafe doors was one of the best sounds that she could’ve asked for, and without a moment of hesitation, she raced back to the counter to be of assistance.

it wasn’t something that she often did, but the lack of tasks for her to do was enough for bora to bring the finished drink to taehyung’s table instead of calling him up to the counter to retreive it. “you’re not busy, are you? mind if i join you for a bit?” she asked, before seating herself across from him anyway. there were no books in his hands or anything of that sort, so she was willing to assume that the answer was obvious. “i’ve been thinking about this for a while... if you had the chance to erase any one memory from your existence, would you do it?” // @cvtaehyung

[cvjiho-blog]

feel this moment ( kjh & kth )

everyone keeps ditching her! it’s not fair! jiho stands in the middle of the swarm of people enjoying themselves (and others) with a pout poking at her lips as she glances around, her senses enhanced (read: she thinks they are enhanced), trying to spot a familiar (ha-ha... or a witch... ha! "i’m too funny,”) face she hasn’t touched yet (what can she do, she relishes how cold everyone’s cheeks feel against her too hot palms) but she feels lost. all at once she’s afraid that she’s a bother to everyone and that she’s being too hyperactive to endure and that causes her head to sink.

but!, alas, it doesn’t last long until jiho’s keeping her head high again, her eyes suddenly spotting the very best victim material to suffer from jiho’s intoxicated antics: taehyung! the girl’s lips stretch into a wide, cheery grin as she begins to run towards him (she can’t lose him in all this clutter and bodies of people) and when she’s right next to him, she doesn’t hesitate for even a second to wrap her arms around him. “taetae! hyung! oh wait, i’m a girl,” she giggles, staring up at the boy (wow, has she always been this cute? he certainly didn’t look like this when he forced her to clean his room), “oppa, then! tae oppa! i’m giving you this hug for free, since i’m happy!” she beams at him, not inclined to let go of him unless he forces her to. “you should cherish it well because the next time, i might not give it to you so easy. perhaps in return for another boxer of yours?” she breaks into a giddy laughter as she reminds him of their first (rather unpleasant) meeting.

( @cvtaehyung )

[covenkrp-blog1]

taehyung would love to have a younger sister if you're interested, anon!

Another option for you anon - or anyone else out there who might be interested!

[cvjiho-blog]

catch the fox! ( kjh & kth )

she did it again.

okay, so this is, like, the third time she has gotten lost in the dormitory of an academy she enrolled three goddamn years ago and it’s becoming suspicious. jiho has had her inklings that maybe this has something to do with her animal form but she always dismissed the idea of becoming worse with directions after she grows white fur – but it’s really suspicious. she finds herself just wandering around, clueless on where she’s heading to way too often when in fox form and it’s worrying.

and now, she’s in a room that has a similar structure but is sure as hell ain’t hers considering the lack of floral patterns and idol group posters on the wall and that pair of (presumably) dirty socks lying lazily around on the floor… yikes! she snorts when she accidentally gets way too close (curse heightened foxy smelling) and she trots away, instead focusing her attention on the chest of drawers the hidden contents of which pique her interest so much… so… much…

she quickly looks around and sharpens her nose but she doesn’t smell of feel any sort of presence; she can freely just look around and keep everything in its place and no one would ever know, right? if she was human right now, she would definitely have a mischievous grin plastered on her face but as a fox that is rather a challenge because

a)    her entire jaw is practically wrapped in thick (but soft) white fur and therefore, not much is wholly visible

b)    even if she does manage to show off a visible grin, as a fox, any sort of expression that requires her showcasing her teeth looks much more of a sneer than anything else, and therefore, is totally not fun.

before she realizes, her teeth are already clenched around the handle of the drawer on the bottom and she needs only a split second to pull it out. and oh, god, she would, but what she finds totally puts her off: boxers?! she managed to find the one drawer in which the male owner of this room keeps his dirty clothes in instead of some sort of secret stash of hidden money or personal treasures? how disillusioning. she is ready to close the drawer and just hop off to a different part of the room, but her animal instincts have never been easy peasy to overwrite and before she knows, she’s already munching on one of the more bright-colored boxers (why does he even have something like this?!), teeth sinking deep into the textile, unintentionally poking more than just one small hole in it…

alert! alert! suddenly the alarm goes off in her head and the smell of someone new in her surroundings hits her nose and all four of her paws decide to take root in the ground in that very moment she should be fleeing—with the boxer still between her teeth, her eyes maniacally roam around the room looking for a way out or just a hiding place before the (assumed) resident arrives, but oh god, why has she gone paralyzed now and she’s running out of time and—

she’s already caught. jiho knows there’s only one way left out of this.

RUN!

( @cvtaehyung )