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         jun had gotten way too excited by the smell emanating from those three boxers of pizza with extra cheese that he ordered in his friend’s house. however, when was he planning on telling the other that he had no money to pay for that, forcing him to be the one to pay? “ uhm… yeah by the way, i have no money so… “ right there. good timing with the delivery guy at the door with his hand extended for the money.

[dearcherryblossoms-blog]

( wooshin &. minhyuk )

  ‘’babe !!’’ a very exhausted but excited wooshin entered the building with his apron from the restaurant still around his waist. a long day was behind him and all he wanted to do was sit on his lover’s lap and eat, maybe take a long nap. when spotting the other it’s exactly what he described, wooshin jumped straight onto the other male’s lap while planting a big wet kiss on their cheek. ‘’did you miss me ??’’

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@ingukwrites

     Sol was buzzing with energy and positive vibes. XL had just debuted with their showcase, and their MV was due to drop any minute and she couldn’t wait to see how they were received by the public. Their company had been teasing their debut for the past year or so by that point, and she knew that they had at least a small fanbase of people that were eagerly awaiting to hear what they had to offer. She had seen the influx of support and great feedback they had gotten over the teaser pictures and teaser videos they had dropped, and that only fueled her happiness. 

     She had just parted away from the other girls for a moment to grab some a bottle of water from the table set up a few feet away. She stood there for a moment after grabbing her water, her eyes glancing over the various snacks and goodies they had laid out on the table, trying to decide whether or not she wanted to take one. The entire group had been focused on dieting and staying in shape for their debut, and she figured that she deserved a little reward. Although she could hear the scolding she’d get if she came back with a snack. A quick glance to her left provided her with the view of a slightly familiar face. “Trying to decide if you want a snack too, huh?” She asked playfully, before realization dawned across her face. “Oh my God, you’re - you’re Minwoo.” The other idol being apart of her senior group at the label. She immediately bowed out of respect, her smile wide. “It’s so nice to finally see you. We didn’t get the chance to meet when Yongmin oppa brought you guys to our dance rehearsal - I was ill.”

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    A whispered excuse that she couldn’t sleep was accepted, Yura scooting aside to allow Sohee some space in her bed, hands extended to signal that the other was welcome to sleep in her bed for the night. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, it had happened before with Minah as well. Yura supposed it was because of her maternal instincts. But she allowed the other to move closer to her, an arm loosely wrapping itself around the other’s waist. “Missing home?” She whispers, hand caressing the other’s soft tresses in an effort to comfort her. @ingukwrites

[ofdamnation]

@ingukwrites!

in all honesty, she’s currently wearing all of her best stuff for this moment. she’s been bored all day, it being older men after older men asking for her ‘private’ services. this man is young, good looking and it excites her, she’s not used to these types of paying customers which explains why she’s so eager to go to him ( which really is something she shouldn’t do. ) getting to his place, she gives herself a once over in the reflection of the door before ringing the door bell, patiently waiting for the other to answer.

[rosalynn-cam]

For @ingukwrites

She had frozen on the spot: “What are you doing here?” A lot of people came and went at Monsta, mostly university students who could barely afford the actual clothes but liked to splurge now and then anyway - similar to Rosalynn, actually. Generally, she wouldn’t have paid mind to any customer unless they asked for help but, of course, the familiar face of the well dressed man caught her attention. 

It’d be four years since she last saw Sunghyun - that handsome friend of her brother’s that she crushed on as a kid - and the last thing she wanted to do was see him again. “Look, what ever you’re looking for, just tell me so I can get it for you,” she crossed her arms over her chest, “But if you tell anyone where I am or who I am, I swear that I will kick your ass. With these exact stiletto boots.”

[94krysjung-archived]

Being a model wasn’t something that Krystal had always wished to do. She was a woman who preferred comfort over fashion and rarely wore the clothing gifted to her from shoots. However it did have its perks and one of those perks were the attractive male models that she got to work with. She wasn’t exactly promiscuous but that didn’t mean she couldn’t both look and enjoy the view, occasionally touching too when the shoot called for closeness.

Lucky for her the day that she had been dreading for a renowned perfectionist of a photographer was also a day that she had been paired up with an extremely attractive male and once the introductions were out the way she had her arms around his neck, chest pushed flush against his own as she stared up into his eyes with a look of want that the photographer demanded. 

[scribimus-blog]

@ingukwrites

lower lip caught between her teeth, hands gripped tightly to the cushioned chair, the mask of worry from before has been replaced with anticipation, suspense bubbling in her chest. the utterances of excitement by the mc is no match to her own; for a second, it is just sangmi and that award, a girl and the validation of her worth. let’s not forget the valleys and trenches that had once spanned between them, but now the possibility seems so close, so plausible. a tangible goal, a shot at true success. 

leaned forward in her seat, eyes constantly darting between the members of the group and the elegance of the stage, she forgets how limited the numbers imprinted on her wrist are, how meticulously close they’re coming to a row of zeroes. “thank you to our nominees, to girl group gold for their performance today...” heavy breaths, light applause. she gulps down the entire glass of water sitting before her. “...and now we present the artist of the year award, which goes to -- !”

it’s not her, it’s not gold. it’s not the three years of hard work that had brought them here, it’s not the trials they’d faced, nor the hospitalization of an ill member. the award goes to none of that, and in that moment she stills, the only movement on her face a trembling lip, a gaze which cuts to the group that had been named. the rapid beats of her heart are enough to drown out the roaring applause of the crowd, and she excuses herself -- quietly, calmly, call her a sore loser. it’s not possible -- they screwed up. excuses run through her head and she feels so overwhelmed by the stares -- those fucking sympathetic stares -- as she makes her way out to the lobby, desperate for fresh air. wasn’t one award enough? no. this was their dream, their aspiration. the make-it-or-break-it of whether three of their members would stay or not, the one last hope keeping their group together. she hears the pause in footsteps, and she doesn’t bother to turn around to look at her company. “don’t bother trying to comfort -- i’m not upset.”