#j.meme

[fmdjynxarchive]

👀 + which aria comeback came with the best memories? 👀 + would you prefer to branch out into more variety, production/songwriting, solo music, modeling, or acting? 👀 + is there a meaning behind your stage name?

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

“nonono, that song and comeback really boosted us and have a lot of positive results, the start of our fame. that is a lot..but i’d say modeling and variety. solo music as well but not as much, i’m happy promoting in aria as a singer. it’d also be a more dance based, just because that isn’t our group. and my stage name was given because..i’m clumsy. as a trainee i was over excited and i caused a lot of accidents.” 

[fmdjynxarchive]

👀 + do like knowing you have a sister?

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

“i don’t mind it, it’s a little surreal? but i don’t know if we’ll reach a point where we really feel like sisters. right now, it’s just a strange concept that i’m still trying to deal with.” 

[fmdjynxarchive]

👀 + would you like aria to try more concepts like i'm so sick or are you happy sticking to what you know?

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

“yes! i thought i’m so sick was going to be the turning point, don’t get me wrong, i’m okay with our concepts but honestly...something different would be great.” 

[themthistles]

J.Memes are back

[dongwooxmgh]

“How did you get here?” “I’m going to kill you.” “Tell me you didn’t steal someones dog.” “Why are you naked?”

“How did you get here?” 

Dongwoo stared at Sunggyu from his spot just outside of the other’s apartment door, a look of confusion set on his face as he stared at Sunggyu who had clearly just woken up. 

“I walked here, silly!”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Hehe… Let’s not be rash now, dear…” Dongwoo mumbled with an uneasy smile, hands up in defense as the other approached him with murder clear in his beady eyes. 

“It was only a photo, Gyu, I meant no harm…” 

The photo was created with an app the boy had recently got on his phone, in which he used to compare two different things. In this case, he used a photo of Sunggyu  (which he found extremely cute in his defense) to compare him to a hamster, also very adorable. It only made sense to do so!

“I didn’t mean it– Ah!” He was tackled to the ground, his phone landing uncomfortably between the two boy’s bodies as Sunggyu fought for said device.

“Gimme it!”

“Never! Hamstergyu will survive– ouch! Don’t pull my hair, you stupid hamster!”

“Tell me you didn’t steal someones dog.”

“…”

“…”

“Okay, I did! But it was an accident, okay?” The dog is placed in Dongwoo’s lap, nipping at his fingers as the boy pouts at Sunggyu. “I was drunk! And look how cute he is!” 

“Can I keep him–”

“Dongwoo!”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you naked?”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Ouch! Why does everyone keep hitting me?” 

[dongwooxmgh]

“Balloons? Really?”

“Balloons? Really?”

Dongwoo was skipping around happily, a balloon in each hand – or rather condom balloons to be more specific. Let’s just say he and Woohyun got a little too creative when Sunggyu wasn’t home and damn did they have a lot of condoms. They made use of most of them, blowing them up into pretty balloons and decorating the couple’s apartment with what Dongwoo would refer to as “symbols of their love”.

Sunggyu was not very fond of their little decorative idea so he got his ass out of there before Woohyun made him do something ridiculous like clean or something. Ha! 

Anyways, he ran into Irene on the way back to his apartment, balloons in hand and waving merrily in the air. 

“Yes, balloons!” Dongwoo exclaimed excitedly before handing her one of said balloons. “Really.” He stared at the girl with the most serious gaze he could before bursting out into laughter, patting her head before wiping a stray tear from one of his eyes. 

“They’re made of condoms!”

[dongwooxmgh]

“You’re leaving? But it’s taco night…”

“You’re leaving? But it’s taco night…”

He’s utterly exhausted to say the least; dance practive after a day full of classes was never a good thing. Dongwoo’s limbs ached, he was sore all over, a spot that wasn’t throbbing inexistent on his body. 

He was ready to turn in for the night. To run home, strip down and curl into the warmth of his sheets and mess of pillows atop his bed. But hearing the other’s words, he stopped midway from picking his pack up from the floor, said bag toppling to the ground in mess as all of its contents spilled onto the floor. 

Dongwoo turned to Seulgi, eyes wide as they blinked back at dark ones.

 “…Taco night you say…?”

[dongwooxmgh]

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Dongwoo asks with a tilt of his head, dark fringe falling below his eyebrows and eyes twinkling in interest. 

He’d be lying if he said that maybe he wasn’t looking at Sungjong odd because he probably was. After all, thanks to recent explorations on the internet, he had discovered the ultimate outfit for the younger. 

It was often completed with a skirt and wig.

“Do you own a wig, Jongie? Or possibly a skirt– Ow! Don’t hit me!” 

A pout forms on his lips as he rubs the sore spot on his arm, a glare sent on the younger. “What?! Celebrities do it all the time… Besides! You’d look pretty as a girl– Lee fucking Sungjong! Stop hitting me!”