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✩˚｡⋆ CHOI SAN IN THE 'BAD' MAKING OF VIDEO.

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[jangnan]

⋮✧ 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀-𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 : featuring min hyonjin @desomnio. when one of your stars struggles with being human... — please do not reblog unless tagged.

[jangnan]

╰┈➤  ❝respectfully,  i'm  not  sending  someone  to  deliver  a  stack  of  eggs  in  lieu  of  a  birthday  cake  so  i've  just  rented  out  a  buffet  for  you  and  whoever.  enjoy,  stay  out  of  trouble,  and  most  importantly  please  do  not  set  the  building  on  fire.  happy  birthday?❞  —  HBD  from  hyojin

⋮✧   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:   Aya  Day  Birthday  wishes!   ⋮✧  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  @desomnio

⋮✧  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐀  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐍𝐃.  They  would  have  been    perfectly  happy    with  a  pile  of  eggs,  and  admittedly  even  wondered  how  many  a  CEO  like  Hyojin  could  manage.  But  the    elaborate  display    of  food  offered  in  place  of  their  favorite  snack  would  do  just  fine.  Already  their  mouth  was     𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮    from  the  various  scents  that  wafted  through  the  room.  He  really  had  gone    all  out    that  was  for  sure.  The  rest  of  the  guys  were    going  to  go  nuts    and  the  sentiment  mad  their  cheeks  tint  with  a  warmness  that    always  bubbled  up    when  someone  did  something  nice  for  them.

But  no  trouble?  Did  he  even  know  who  he  was    talking  to?    Trouble  and  chaos  followed  the  Kumiho  around  like  a    loyal  shadow    try  as  they  might,  trouble    always  had  a  way    of  finding  them.  Eventually,  they  learned  to  simply     𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇    the  chaotic  moments,  rather  than  try  to  stop  them  completey.  Not  to  mention  when  most  of  the  ”people”  they  associated  with  were  agents  of  said  chaos,  and  that  seemed  like  the  most  daunting  task  they  had  ever  faced.  No  fire  though...That  they    could  manage.    At  least  they  were  pretty  sure  they  could  manage...Time  would  have  to  tell  on  that  one.  Besides,  they  were  struggling  to  focus  on  the  instructions  the  more  they  smelled  that  delicious  food.  Carefully  placing  the  card  down  as  if    tossing  it    would  cause  Hyojin  to  know  somehow,  they  quickly  fished  out  their  phone  for  a  thank  you  text.

⦃  𝐌𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐍𝐈𝐌  -  sent  ⦄:      Thank  you  for  the  birthday  lunch! ⦃  𝐌𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐍𝐈𝐌  -  sent  ⦄:      We’ll  be  sure  to  enjoy  it!  You’re  the  best. ⦃  𝐌𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐍𝐈𝐌  -  sent  ⦄:      And  we’ll  do  our  best  about  no  fire. ⦃  𝐌𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍-𝐍𝐈𝐌  -  sent  ⦄:      Thank  you  for  the  birthday  lunch!

[eumakgwan]

@desomnio / CONTINUED

Fresh air and some 'new' scenery is what was on demand for Doyeon this afternoon. Not by herself. No, more like it was prescribed by a certain section of her group. Go get some Vitamin D, it'll re-energize you. Think of it like an inspiration excursion. All of whom are unaware that early afternoon sun stings her eyes. Her eyes, now a deep obsidian black, had no effect on minimizing the harshness of the sun and has actually made her eyes more sensitive to it, however, unaware of that information, Doyeon blames it on her habit of never leaving her dark studio unless called upon to do so otherwise, such as to endure bright, artificial lights on the stage.

She hadn't intended to seriously bump into anyone, but things rarely go as intended. It was all fine until his eyes a familiar blank yet focused appearance. Doyeon carefully followed his gaze to see what the cause of their paled features may be. A blurry outline of a person appeared in her vision that upon blinking to refocus her eyes had completely disappeared. Her brows furrow towards each other creating a small wrinkle between them. She looks back at the man.

She shakes her head. "It's fine. I've had worse, really." Hari, in particular, comes to mind - affectionately, who has a lot more to say and more thinking aloud to process her thoughts than Doyeon has ever done, herself. But the vision of SAMSARA's maknae doesn't persist for long, the vanishing figure pushing it out as quickly as it arrived. She unconsciously turns her head back to look behind her again to confirm if it was real or all in her head. "But...," she says, voice lingering, "It's also hard to pass on an iced coffee opportunity."