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Leaning over the balcony, he watched the sky. It had been just another one of those nights he had to flee the suffocating loneliness but the CEO would often drag someone along to anchor him in case of need and Sera was the chosen one tonight. Thinking things over, Dohyun almost felt sorry for the girl. She was so sweet, probably the frailer girl he knew, he adored every bit of her innocent persona and yet… submitting her to his unpredictable night outs was… evil, to say the least. The thoughts had him frowning at the stars.

“Exactly… why are you awake?”

Her frame seemed even smaller in his clothes she borrowed and he couldn’t help but smile over his shoulder seeing Sera rub a sweater paw to her sleepy eyes. Turning to the side, elbow landing onto the guardrail again, he stared at her curiously, letting the image sink in. Why does she cope with me?, he mused. I’m not being the kind of friend she needs, am I? But he wasn’t about to ask those questions. She wasn’t one to say no and Dohyun began to wonder if that was her adventurous character peeking out or just an undiagnosed condition. He was betting on the latter.

“I miscalculated. My legs are too long for the couch.”

         Sera was already asleep on his bed since he said he’d sleep on the couch and he was stubborn enough to ignore every time she insisted on her sleeping there, and in the end, well, she wouldn’t say otherwise even though she knew it’d be uncomfortable and bad for his back, and only one hour after they said goodnight, Sera woke up from her sleep and found herself too worried about him. Scooting off the bed and walking into the living room, not seeing him on the couch and looking around, finally seeing his slim figure on the balcony, walking up there and slowly opening the glass door. 

         “Why are you awake?” 

          She mumbled in her sleepy voice, bringing hand up to rub her sleepy eyes. The cold wind almost had her freezing but fortunatelly Dohyun let her borrow one of his shirts, and it was warm enough to now let her turn into a icecub. His explanation was not enough for her to leave the concern aside, so curling her tiny fingers on the fabric of his shirt, Sera looked up at him and pouted a little, moving head to mention for him to walk in. “That’s why I told you I could sleep here, it’s your house after all... And if you stay here you’ll get sick, Dohyun. Want me to make some hot chocolate for you?”

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—Nothing Else Matters❀

WEEKLY PROMPT CHOSEN: FIRST LINE PROMPT. WORD OF THE WEEK: HISTRIONIC.

Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now. 

The internal monologue is frustrating for Tzuyu just as much as it is for her members (Dahyun in particular, as her roommate carefully nudges the younger’s side time and time again, as in a reminder that she needs to pay attention and not space out in the middle of the awards ceremony). But the maknae is, quite frankly, more than half-asleep, jet-lagged though it seems impossible with such a small distance between Seoul and Hong Kong, and disinclined to pay any kind of attention to the MCs who go on and on with jokes she’s heard at least a million times before.

She does stop and focus on the performances, and on the actual idols who receive prizes, but that would be about it, and it’s the very best she can do. She knows a scolding’s going to follow some time soon, along with talk about her mannerism, but she’s much more preoccupied by the messages that keep popping up on her cellphone, and the worrying amount of battery life left – the awards are going to last at least two more hours, and she’s certain she doesn’t have enough battery to take her through that.

“What’s so interesting about that phone…?” Her leader’s voice resounds – loud as always, a histrionic display that’s enough to make the members of GOT7 shoot their hoobaes a reproachful look. Tzuyu’s the first to bow and apologize, and she goes as far as to tuck the phone back into her purse, promising herself that she’s going to ignore it from now on – after all, the person she’d been texting didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about their conversation, either. Rather, he’d complained about the lateness of the hour, being woken up from his sleep, and the fact that he had schedules to attend to and didn’t have time to waste the night away, unlike certain children he knew. She hadn’t as much as mentioned she was technically in her work time, attending awards, because she didn’t think it would matter much.

Her purse, and the phone inside it, were as good as forgotten for the most part of the next hour, as she forced herself to pay attention to the entire tedious ceremony – up to the very moment when the one award her group was nominalized for came up, and then excitement bubbled up in the teenager’s chest: she didn’t expect a win, not really, but she was nervous about the possibility nonetheless. When her group’s name was called, it was all she could do not to scream, or jump in someone’s arms, instead she did her best to take on her most dignified expression as she followed her unnies to the stage and listened to their speeches: as per usual, she didn’t give one. The foreign line didn’t speak that much, not officially, for fear of making mistakes. Her, less than anyone else, because her Korean was arguably the worst – at least it was when she was nervous, and this was making her nervous.

She was halfway back to her seat when the thought came to her mind: this, she had to share. She wasn’t even particularly certain he’d care about it at all, but she needed to tell someone, someone who wasn’t already there with her. So he’d have to deal with it, whether he liked it or not. After all, he was already awake – or so she hoped. If he’d gone back to sleep… oh, well. He’d live either way.

⊰ ✉ SMS ➡ DODOBIRD ⊱ Oppa, oppa, oppaaaa…! Remember I told you we were up for the Best New Female Group? ⊰ ✉ SMS ➡ DODOBIRD ⊱ WELL. WE GOT IT. WE HAVE OUR FIRST AWARD, AND I’M—SO HAPPY, HONESTLY.

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—SEND ONE FOR A KIND GESTURE; - [ @dohyvn ]♖ COMFORTING AFTER A NIGHTMARE

It’s Tzuyu who falls asleep mid movie thistime – the preparations for a comeback when promotions are barely over aredraining, and she finds herself dozing off more and more with each passing day,every time she has the occasion to sit, so it’s only natural that, once thelights are off and the rather calming background noises of the movie take over,the warmth of the blanket wrapped around her waist and Dohyun’s closeness lullher to sleep. It’s almost equally expected, by now, that her nap won’t be acalm one – she’s stressed out to such an extent that they never really areanymore, but it’s not like he’s gotten the chance to find out: lately, theyhaven’t been able to spend much time together, and she’s all in all not too certainwhether it’s because of schedules alone, or because he’s not too keen on beingalone with her any longer.

She’s startled into awareness by anexceptionally gory image in her mind, and she practically jumps at themale’s arm, clutching onto it so hard that, when she withdraws her hand justminutes later, breathing hitched and raggedy, she can see the little crescentsher nails left behind, and an apology almost spills from her lips before she cansee his features – she’d expected him to be mad, at first, but she can seenothing but worry, and she nearly burrows back under the blankets at therealization that she’s the cause – she wishes she would have told him about thenightmares troubling her. Perhaps that would have avoided—but no, she doubtsthat even as she’s thinking of it.

“That was—I mean, it’s… nothing. I… uh. I’msorry—“ It’s already a well-known fact that when she’s nervous broken, accentedKorean is going to be the best she can do, and she can only hang her head inshame to hide the blush that’s creeping up her cheeks – she hates the idea ofhim seeing just how flustered she’s become, how easily. But he doesn’t seem tobe thinking of that, and for a moment she’s half thankful to the nightmare. Atleast it provides him with a distraction.

She’s cut off from her train of thought by thefeeling of his palm against his locks, stroking over her hair, slowly, in amotion she finds so comforting that she leans against him almost instantly,ignoring the momentary stiffening in his frame when her forehead presses to hischest. He merely continues to brush his fingers over her hair, and though shecan tell he’s talking, she doesn’t quite manage to make out the words asanything but a faraway blur. She doesn’t try too hard, either, and it onlytakes her a couple of moments to drift off again, leaving no mark of herprevious anguish safe from the still rushed pace of her breathing.

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© for dohyvn → Not accepting.

Lot’s to choose from, but I’d have to say this one! You look really cool there. I mean really cool. Teach me your ways, man!

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"That's from when I was treating my little fear of animals, alright? Of course I'd get a little emotional there, judge away. Tsk, the things people can dig up..."

❝ — I wasn’t j u d g i n g  you. I thought it was cute. Men who can cry are impressive. Plus the koala was adorable. ❞

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& favorite picture ；

                                     status: accepting.

❝ — You’re holding a koala. and look like you’re about to cry. I love it. What do you mean not that one? Fine. This one then. Picky… ❞

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Headstrong reckless minor. - anon

Summarize my muse in 3 words. - [ @dohyvn ]

“Back off, I’ll take you on, headstrong, to take on anyone…” She hummed, the song popping in her head as soon as he spoke. She paused only to give a little shake of her head afterwards. “You’re so mean to me, 亲爱的！I’m just going to… crawl into a corner and try to reminisce the times when I actually used to get compliments from you.” 

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@dohyvn

{ Boop? Boop?! Boop! (/makes boop noises) What does that mean, Unni? Is it when you poke someone with your nose? What kind of action will create such a cute sound? Boop, boop, boop! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You are also one of my favorite blogs, but I’m sure you know that already and I LOVE YOU! u 3 u }