#freakwonshik

[freak-jeonjiyoon]

"Give me a sign!"

Wonshik’s outburst was sudden and it’s context was briefly lost to Jiyoon until she had finally registered his request. Moments prior the young blonde casually mentioned her knowledge of American Sign Language - an intelligence stemming from past events when such a form of communication was necessary. 

Jiyoon assumed the man wanted only for her to speak American-English with her hands. 

The young woman made a motion with her right hand that was usually understood as ‘stop;’ however, in her particular situation, the signal stood for the singular “your.” Jiyoon continued making signs, slowly in hopes of him at least grasping vague hints. After putting together motions for various words such as “name;” “causes;” “me;” “think;” and “dragon,” she allowed her arms to rest at her sides as she repeated the silent statement once more, but in Korean. 

"Your name makes me think of dragons."

[freak-yoochun]

"I adore you."

Yoochun stumbled over his own feet when he heard the comment, turning around to address who had spoken, and spluttered, “W-what?”. Now, he certainly wasn’t opposed to receiving compliments from others—whether they were a man or a woman—but he couldn’t help but be taken off-guard. The comment seemed to have come from nowhere. He quickly analyzed the most recent actions he’d taken, and for the life of him he couldn’t think of anything that would make somebody he hadn’t yet met say something like that to him.

But, he amended, this person hadn’t exactly called him adorable; he’d said he’d adored him. Perhaps he had heard some things around camp about him? If that was the case, at least it seemed like whatever had been said about him was only positive—enough that it would prompt somebody to say that they adored him. Somehow, though, he didn’t think that was the case. He frowned lightly. Whatever it was, he was glad he hadn’t done something to make the guy say he hated him.

"Thanks, I guess? I mean, I’m not really sure why, but I’ll take it as a compliment." He gave the guy a smile. "Anyway, I have to be off. Uhm, feel free to stop by my tent for some conversation next time, all right?" He waved at the guy—the name of whom he still didn’t know—and walked off. If he did stop by, maybe he’d be able to get to the bottom of his remark.

[freak-changmin]

"You are adorable."

Changmin did a double take before he turned around to figure out the source of the voice. He’d just been about to return back to his tent, both he and Atty ready for a nap—if not to turn in for the night—when whoever it was had payed him the compliment. Changmin growled, scooping Atty up in his arms so that the cub wouldn’t wander off somewhere whilst Changmin was occupied dealing with the owner of the voice, and turned around. He couldn’t believe he’d actually just heard that. He hope that turning around would show him that the comment hadn’t, in fact, been directed at him but at someone else behind him whom he simply hadn’t noticed, but he knew that was wishful thinking.

"What did you just say to me?" He really didn’t want to have to deal with somebody right now. Indeed, all he wanted was to go sleep. He was tired, goddammit, and he did not have the patience for this kind of thing. However, he wasn’t about to let somebody he didn’t know say something like that to him, presume that Changmin automatically offered such a sense of friendliness and familiarity that comments like that were allowed. It wasn’t offensive, per say, but he was absolutely not adorable and absolutely did not appreciate somebody calling him such.

Why couldn’t he just be left alone?

[freak-jimin]

"You are adorable."

Jimin offered a small smile from the corner of his lips as he felt the heat creep up in his cheeks, poking his two index fingers together as he thought of how he could graciously accept the compliment. His foot twisted ever so slighty in the dirt as his fingers kept poke, poke, poking each other. He didnt know why everyone thought he was so adorable…. he just couldnt put his finger on it.

“Hey dingus" he thought to himself "Look at what youre doing”

He cast his gaze ever so slightly to the left, a mirror prop left behind from one of the performances that hadnt been stored away yet offered him a small glimpse at his own reflection. There he stood, biting down on his smile, his cheeks a warm pink color that gave his already boyish looks a ruddy glow, his foot slightly behind him twisting in the dirt looking like a 13 year old school girl with her first confession note to pass.

He immediately straightened out, stilling himself as his nerves kept whispering to him over and over “Cute cute cute cute CUTE!”.

Jimin puffed out his cheeks, his lips going into the slightest of pouts. He didnt want to be cute and adorable… he wanted to be…. not that.

“It could always be worse." he thought "He could have said ‘You are an asshole’.

Adorable. There were worse things in life.

"Adorable." He repeated "I will take that ^^"