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laughter & dearest

Laughter : Who can always make you laugh?

”Probably Benny boy. He has such bad humor and he just won’t shut up even if I tell him to so I end up hearing more than I need to. Also Yuyu unnie because she’s so hella random and eccentric, I don’t know what to do with her either but she’s just so much fun to watch.”

Dearest : What item is most dear to you?

Answered here!

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* imitation world;

@fmdyuni​

it was a well-known fact that if haru ever took her phone out to snap a picture, it’d be for one of her cats or fellow band mates. there always was some kind of elusive beauty she couldn’t grasp quickly enough with her sketches. not to mention the fact the girl couldn’t really carry her notebook everywhere she went or sometimes (when her mind was on the constant edge of exhaustion for a moment too long) forgot to do that. of course, she could always just try to reconstruct the scene while back at home, but tanizawa had already learned that memories can be pretty flawed. flawed in a way they stopped being pretty, mind the word play. that’s why haru couldn’t help herself when a splendid opportunity was sprawling across from her. sprawling in a quite literal sense, because she observed the leader of aria snoozing backstage before the concert they were going to hold that day. power naps always worked miracles before the events. especially after these sleepless nights full of training and moments of anxiety. the maknae had maybe three hours of rest, perhaps that’s why she fumbled with her phone clumsily, hovering over her prey. close enough to sense faint scent of yuni’s perfume, yet far enough to capture the moment from a favorable angle. when she was about to press the snapshot, a gaze pierced through her head, causing the younger to instinctively jerk away. the flash went on, blinding the both of girls. なんでやねん！

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♤ ♣ ☾❧

♤: Way they apologize to your muse

Apologies come in short, hidden messages; like a treasure hunt. Hints are sprinkled around throughout the day between the way she talks and the way she acts. For someone so straightforward as Jihyun, her apologies rarely follows the same path as her other words, so you have to be on a lookout and find them yourself. Piece by piece, like a puzzle.

♣: How they hold your muses hand

Physical contact comeseasy with the older female. Too easy, she thinks sometimes, but she had never felt uncomfortable or felt like she was forced to do something she didn’t want to do. At times, it is Youkyung that initiates the contact, other times its Jihyun, but really most of the time it just naturally because they are so comfortable around each other. Resting their head on each other’s shoulder while talking to each other? Hugging each other as a form for greeting when they meet up? Holding hands when they walk down thestreets? Check, check, check.

☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they’re asleep

The sleepover goes deep into the night and onto the early mornings of the next day. The TV had long been turned off in favor for the tranquil of the night, voices turned down to a whisper but they were still equally as passionate as they had been before. At one point, words become less, until they both fall asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing. Eyes flickers open slowly and for a while she just takes in the sight of the older female, breathing soundly, looking serene in her sleep. “You’ve been through so much, unnie,” soft whispers across her lips as she schooches closer to wrap an arm around the older female, “I really admire you, but I’m sure you already know that.”

❧: Random affectionate headcanon

This is less of an affectionate gesture Jihyun does to the older female, but more so what the older female does to Jihyun. It’s not frequent, at least not recently, and it comes once in a blue moon when she least expects it and had it been anyone else Jihyun would’ve snapped their fingers as quick as lightning. But it’s Youkyung, and the older female is someone she liked, and so Jihyun lets her bop her nose endearingly once in a while.