#gmxdoe

[gmxyoungkwang-blog]

"what are you doing here?"

oh shit.

he didn’t look when he turned in and quite frankly it wasn’t his fault that the signs were difficult to see despite the fact that they were directly in the middle of the door. youngkwang bowed immediately and backed out, staring at the sign on the door.

women.

how could he possibly go into the women’s bathroom without looking?

he waited only for a minute until the girl came out from the bathroom, he blinked and bowed again. “i - sorry. really, i’m - i wasn’t looking. that wasn’t on purpose, i’m not - sorry.”

shit.

[gmxsangster-blog]

"get off me."

"Well, I apologise for the impeccable balance that my parents have gifted me with," Sangster replied sarcastically as he heaved himself off the female stranger. It wasn’t like he tripped on table legs and crashed into random strangers for a living so from Sangster’s perspective, she shouldn’t be so miffed. Although he wasn’t the one with his back to the ground… A burst of laughter erupted from Sangster as his mind trailed to the gutter and he lapsed into a coughing fit in an attempt at disguise. The one time he could get a woman on her back was when he had fallen on her. Nice try, Sangster.

As penance for his thoughts and his earlier actions, Sangster extended a hand to the lady, arranging his features into a more sincere expression, intending to help her up. “This won’t happen again,” he promised, his eyes twinkling earnestly. “Now, would you like a cup of coffee?”

[gmxtyche]

⚜ unshaped hearts ( cupid ) ;

gmxdoe

( ` nothing is better than to avoid the claustrophobic party room and coldness that surrounds beyond the lodge, so tyche opts to walk back and forth throughout the hallway—only a handful of people are there, and she feels at ease. however, she opposes the idea of numerous mistletoe hanging above her head. aside from that, she has a partner... sort of. none of that particularly concerns her because she's not formally dressed today; wrapped up in a leather jacket is like sweet bliss—the mutant walks with no hesitation, humming some song nobody knows ( god, she wants to stand on a stage and perform again )—unexpectedly, a figure nearly crashes into her, but the obnoxious sound of bells atop of them indicates umbrage—oh, only umbrage. ) what the fuck—seulgi-ah?