#kwnjo

[geurei]

❜ you’re kind of twisted, aren’t you? ❜

      | ✎ | ahs: murder house sentence starters | status:  ✓

         ⎾ ⚜     It was the second time that day he was confronted with such a talk. For an instant moment, all Jason is able to do is to blink in pure confusion upon the stranger’s words. Another witness of his worst? There was always the urge to fight back, to snap but Jason was naturally calm, despite his inner protests wishing to escape his mouth. Taking it half-heartedly, the man shrugs briefly, playing with a stick of an already eaten lollipop, long fingers brushing over the plastic stick as he eyes the latter once again.  He takes in the boy’s appearance, as if wishing to memorize every little features. A habit, indeed.   ⏌

     ❛– Aren’t we all a little bit twisted?❜

[leeauggie]

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Not shit.” She glares at him, as she was ready to smack him as she cleans off the cake from her skirt. “You know you’re lucky we’re in public, or I would’ve made sure you were sorry.” She mumbles mostly to herself her other hand balling up into a fist.

[fromggi]

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole. He was saying terrible things about you.”

One thing Gemma wasn’t used to was people sticking up for her. With as outspoken as Gemma is, it was usually her defending others. Rude comments was something she was something she dealt with on a weekly basis, but most of the times they were easily ignored or rebutted with her own comments, but today was different. Today she was tired, and with her tiredness came relatively “weaker skin”. On a regular day and this man whom had just shouted at her the way he just did, he probably would have been on the way to the hospital. But this time she couldn’t say anything. There was no shouting and no clever comebacks from the woman, only a hurt expression on her face. She just wanted to go, and as she pulled the male accompanying her back towards the back entrance of their company building, he resisted. Rather than standing down with her, he stood up for her in the sweetest way imaginable. It truly caught her by surprise, and if she hadn’t yanked him once more, he probably would have just kept going. He was still heated as she pulled him back towards the building, and the whole time she couldn’t help but smile internally (though her face probably told a different tale due to her exhaustion). Once the two of them stepped inside, she tried to interject his angered mumbling. Of course, with her initial reaction, he took it as her wanting him to apologize for it, but really she wanted anything but. Gemma stared at the younger boy for a second before she simply wrapped her arms around him in an appreciative embrace, resting her head on his shoulder. She stared there for a moment, before picking her head back up and staring at him. “When did you start liking me enough to do that, huh?” She asked with a sarcastic, but playful tone, flashing as big as a smile as she could through her tiredness. The older woman rested her head back on his shoulder with a small sigh. “You’re too sweet to be seen hanging with me, yanno? People are gonna say you got a new attitude from me,” she chuckled.

[minnihee-blog1]

happy birthday!

Thank you so much!  My day is just a little bit brighter thanks to you.

[rosuo-blog]

@kwnjo

He continued to listen to the other idol speak of all the good things that had happened to her group since they debuted. He even jammed out to a few of the tunes when he had the chance. They seemed to be destined for greatness which made him happy to see. There were too many groups that went unnoticed but were abundant with talent. Nodding some, Joon clapped his hands together loudly with a laugh, “Ah, this is a cause of celebration since you did so well the last year. Think of it as a late way of me saying congrats on debuting so well. How does that sound?”

The words that left her lips in such a rush were still imprinted in the back of her head---  replaying over and over again as if trying to process all that had happened within the year of debuting. She was thankful for everything that had happened, more so because of all the recognition they’d been receiving. She was quite aware that Joon finished a few of his exams, so of course there was more than one thing to celebrate over. “Oh that’d be so nice! Are you hungry?”

[kiyeom]

"You're bleeding."

who: @kwnjowhere: not accepting

Yugyeom’s eyes widened in boyish panic, the juvenile heat of worry and snowballing thoughts threatening to begin at the increasingly warming dip of his palm. He twisted his forearms so as to see behind them, and when all he saw was unbroken skin instead of the blood he was told about, his thoughts didn’t go to oh it must be a small scrape, it went to oh my god i’m GONNA DIE. “Hyung!” He said, his childish sense of panic evident in his voice as he continued to find where the blood was coming from. “Where is it? Hyung?”

Yugyeom could see his end now. Neither Bambam nor Jackson nor Jungkook nor anyone else would let him live it down, Kim Yugyeom, bled to death while opening a bunch of boxes. He might as well call it quits now, he thought.

[fromggi]

kwnjo, are you sure you’re not sleepy yet?

“stop staring at my ass, and watch the steps, boy!” partially joking, she knew it would be enough for him to finally pay attention to what she was doing. she needed someone to stand in for her dance partner, and he was the only person around, so he had to do for her. he seemed like a good choice, minus the fact that he seemed distracted since the second they started. “i know it’s nice, and if i could stare at it all day, i would, but there’s work to be done, sugar. so let’s get to it.”

[prkjihyo]

☔

Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.  ► Symbol Starters ( accepting )@kwnjo

The weather outside doesn’t drown her spirits. There’s a skip in her step as she walks down the halls of JYP ent, humming along the way. With a prior warning from her label mate, she came and would leave prepared without a drop of water on her head unlike last time. She walks outside the building and opens her umbrella. 

She notices him standing under the building’s awning. Maybe he’s a new trainee? Either way he reminds her of herself. She returned home a drenched mess and her girls chuckled while bombarding her with towels and dry clothes. She wants to leave before the weather becomes worse but she knows she can’t leave him there- if he’s a trainee she definitely can’t leave him. She hops over a puddle until she’s close by. She hopes not to startle him, “Would you like to share?”