#fuzaken

[leaderbyg]

“HEADSHOT!”

⋆ starter for : @fuzaken

He’s not one to be a sore loser, but...he’s human. And with being human comes, you know, feelings--unwanted or not. Unfortunately, bitterness was the only one he could muster up. Yongguk handles losing well, but only if his opponent is a little modest about their victory (which is why he opts out of playing any games against the members of B.A.P, honestly).

Shouting his death--for the tenth time in a row--is a sure way to get under his skin.

His brows furrowed, etched in agitation just before the controller lands heavily above the surface of the coffee table. “I think...” He speaks briefly, his jaw clenching and an impatient sigh escaping. “I’m done playing. We can do something else, like. Not this.”

[jnnyprks]

@fuzaken:

Yugyeom blinks once. Twice. Well… “You’ve got nothing to worry about, definitely, yes.” He feels like he maybe should not explain anything, but maybe he should, right? To get this out of the way. He snorts inwardly. “I was with my friends, had a friendly battle and all. You know how that takes a few hours, at least.”

she’s antsy while waiting yet he probably doesn’t know that. when she was told by the male that he’d be ‘a little late’, she expected about 30 minutes or so. that time alloted doubled. tripled. until she finally figures she should just go home, had he not arrived after jinny’s made up her mind to just cancel meeting him for dinner tonight. sighing, she throws a weak punch towards his shoulder and whines, “i was worried anyways. i thought something happened to you or something. you should have texted. or maybe called--- or canceled out on me, i would have understood anyways!” 

[dvasu-blog]

“I think the controller’s broken.”

▶ Lᴏᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴀᴍᴇ   ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 1: D.ᴠᴀ   ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ 2: Sᴇᴜɴɢʏᴏᴜɴ▶ Fɪʟᴇ: Gᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ   Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Oɴʟɪɴᴇ [ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ]

     “Pause the game– Wait, you can’t– I mean, hold up– You think? You threw that thing across the fucking room!” Unable to contain her laughter, she was sprawled onto the floor, bursting out into hilarity after witnessing the defeat screen once again. It was like her nature to enjoy the view of rage due to a game because in similar ways, she couldn’t handle a loss either so the familiarity was too comforting. There was two things she despised most in the world and that was JUDGEMENT and DEFEAT. “C’mon, I think it’s better if we just play something that doesn’t involve you breaking anything… Like solitaire.”

[92nu-blog]

“Why do fireflies have to die so soon?”

"heck to it, i don't know. do you know why?"

[ambitiousxmonsoon]

@fuzaken Continued from here 

Luna glanced over at the other for a moment, offering a small smile, then returned her gaze back at the beautiful view in front of them. “I guess we should see this view again at night, then?” A quiet chuckle escaped her lips before she slipped her hands into her jacket pockets. “How did you find this place anyways?”

[93flyboy]

cont. ☆ fuzaken

for @fuzaken → from here

Mark loses count of the shot glasses he downed that night. Three? Five? More than five? He doesn’t know anymore, but he insists he is not drunk. Justーwhat’s the word? Ah, tipsy. He doesn’t budge from his position and just stares at the other for a long time, seeming to be deep in thought.“You look funny, Yugyeom,” he comments with seriousness in his tone. He brings a hand up to the younger’s cheek, patting it gently. “You look like one of the Amoeba Boys in Powerpuff Girls. You know, those blue, gooey shit?” Mark giggles to himself. “Yugooey. Get it? Gooey Yugyeom!” He clutches his stomach as he laughs at his own joke, occasionally hitting the countertop of the bar. “Yugooey.”

[hwamira-blog]

( @fuzaken! )

“What, about the fact that you just ran into the door?” Yugyeom laughed so hard he thought he was going to shed a tear or two. “It’s so stupidly huge, how didn’t you see it?” He finished with a snicker, still finding it so amusing, moreover when the other’s nose was already turning painfully red at the impact. “Girl, you’ll never see the end of it, I promise. You’ll be hearing this for the next fifty years.” 

The vivid pain resulting from the sudden meeting between her nose and the wooden door had Miran emit a whiny sound. Instantly, her hand had been brought up to touch the hurt area, and a loud laughter filled the room, irking the young student to the bone. This asshole was lucky her nose hadn’t broken from the impact. The Seoul native shot a glare in the annoying kid’s direction. « Good thing I ain’t planning to stay in touch with you any longer than the next minute, » the female snarled, her voice sounding nasal. 

[demonxbrothers-blog]

Starter for: @fuzaken

In the short time the demon had walked through the world he’d found himself already developing habits of humanity. He wasn’t sure exactly when he’d developed a love of dancing, watching as opposed to actually taking part, but he had come to find himself completely in awe of it.  

He stood in the corner of the room with his eyes glued on the dancing figure of a man a few feet away from where he stood, completely memorized by how well the stranger could dance. Maybe, just maybe, he would pluck up the courage to actually approach and question him on his talent.