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[mingyuxmi]

❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜

Holiday Starters: Closed➡️ ( canon; december 21st, 2016 )

Now was his chance— but, he wasn’t quite sure what it was his chance to do. It was either his chance to put his skills to the test and see if his cooking has been improving or get the hell out of there without saying a word… not the most polite thing in the world, but since when was Kim Mingyu known for his astounding manners? Of course, he finally decided upon the first option because he didn’t want to be known as a total asshole. And, you know, he could use the experience (if you could even call it that). Still not the most sociable in the world, the significantly taller boy gives a short nod as a very faint smile takes up residence upon his face. He never has been especially talented with words, and he was a little nervous that his quiet nature would put the girl off, but maybe not. For someone that wouldn’t necessarily classify themselves as “shy”, he sure did share a lot of attributes with a person that would be labeled with the very title.

After swallowing rather hard, the blond took a deep breath as he took a sidestep in the other’s direction. He looked down at her with an uncertain gaze as he tugged his lower lip between his teeth. He shifted on his feet and let out an airy laugh through his nose, which sounded a lot like it was just a louder exhale than usual. “I’m, uh… not sure what to start with, though, so… you can instruct me. I promise I won’t get all bitchy and yell at you for trying to tell me what to do.” Slightly louder laughter fell from his lips for several moments as he took a small step back. “You’re probably a better chef than I am, I’m just a master-in-training.” This was normal, right? He wasn’t coming off as the type of guy that’s killed dozens of people? He sure hoped not. This could be sort of… fun.

[nayoungmix-blog]

♚╎ ❝ surprise. ❞

@misukx

          ❝ roses are red ,              violets are blue,              today is your birthday,              happy birthday to you. ❞

nayoung scrunched up her nose as dark orbs scanned over the written words on a sticky note, attached to the obnoxiously large, colorfully wrapped box in front of her. “nah, this is too cheesy.” heaving out a sigh, the female ripped the note from the box before she grabbed a pen and paper, writing a new birthday poem. and another one, and another-- but all of them ended up folded into a ball and thrown into the trashcan.

settling for voicing her birthday message face-to-face instead of writing one, nayoung headed off to her bedroom to dress for the occasion; an oversized, red plaid shirt with black shorts and black knee-socks, her look finished off with a pair of black creepers and a golden heart necklace-- or at least half of it, the other half destined for the lovely birthday girl.

about to slip into her jacket and head out, nayoung came to a halt, head turning slowly towards the massive box standing in the middle of her apartment. there was no way in hell she was able to carry that thing all the way across town.

again, nayoung sighed, settling onto the couch before she pulled out her phone.

          ✉ 𝓋𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉 ♥ ↴                  misuk im dying pls come to my place asap

[wonwoomi]

❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜

★ holiday sentence starterssometime in the week before christmas day 2016.

he laughs, “no, no,” his insistence is probably useless, however, as wonwoo handles orders from the christmas menu with ease, and wipes and stacks mugs without taking his eyes off the view out the window. it’s quiet in the cafe, so she sits at a stool at the counter. “I mean— I usually work around christmas, but I don’t— work this much.” he usually saves up most of his days off throughout the year and takes them all at christmas, to allow himself downtime around the big day (as much as possible, when he can’t exactly take time off from vanguard, too, at least). this christmas, however, he wasn’t just buying for himself. 

“it’s an expensive time of the year; I need the money.” every year before this, at least since leaving home, wonwoo treated himself at christmas time, wrapped up his gifts and reopened them on christmas day to experienced somewhat of the magic he sees in the movies. this year, however, he had friends he wished to buy for, and mingyu he certainly was buying for, and with missing those two months, he had to catch up to make sure he was well funded at this expensive time of year. “got friends I want to spoil. if I could have it my way, I’d be at home, but… money is power.” he shrugs. “can I get you another drink?” 

[mijongsuk]

❝ look at you. you’re soaked to the bone… ❞

He let his teeth chatter as he rubbed his hands over his arms, trying to regain a bit of warmth through the sleeves of his sodden sweater. His hunched shoulders did little to conserve body heat or shield himself from the icy downpour, but Jongsuk figured that it only made this little act all the more convincing.

“I can't thank you enough for this,” he said, lying through his teeth as he followed Jennie inside. ”The towing company said they'd be out to pick up my car first thing in the morning.”

He smiled sheepishly when Jennie glanced back at him. “I'm just lucky you drove by when you did. I'd have been stranded out there all night.”

Her answering smile as she told him to wait while she fetched him a towel soothed any doubts that Jongsuk might have had that the girl suspected anything to be amiss. He stood dutifully on the front doormat, letting the rug catch as much of the water dripping from his clothes as it could, and cast a surreptitious glance around the apartment before him.

His eyes hung on a picture carefully placed on a nearby bookshelf, and his lips curled into the ghost of a smile. He moved closer to get a better look.

Jennie smiled cheerfully back at him from the framed photo--but it wasn’t the brunette that caught Jongsuk’s eye. No, it was the man beside her.

“What are you hiding, Zico?” he mused quietly, unable to keep a bit of the anticipation from his voice. He knew there was a story here-- and he’d just made the perfect friend to help him find it.

[mixtaeyeon-blog]

❝ I just need the heat on, a bunch of blankets, and a good movie. I can watch the snow from inside. ❞

Taeyeon sniffed mournfully.

Why doesn’t anyone want to go out and play in the snow with me? Taeyeon wondered, tears cascading down her face. 

“Nini…”Taeyeon pouted, directing her sad puppy eyes towards the younger, hoping to sway her resolve.“Nnnniniii….” Taeyeon wheedled a little more, nuzzling her face onto Jennie’s back.

No luck. Determined, Taeyeon went into the kitchen before coming out with Jennie’s favorite snack, offering it up like a sacrifice.

“Pleaseee?” Taeyeon tried again, her tail wagging sadly like a dog without a bone.

(And well, if Nini refused yet again, there’s always Titanic to be watched for the 845th time.)

[jinxmi-blog]

❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜

―holiday sentence starters;         ↻ open

"what's wrong?" he teases, gently bumping the younger with his shoulder. “need help reaching the top branches?” he ducks away immediately, taking a step to the side, pre-empting the deserved smack on the shoulder he’s expecting. “i’m just messing with you,” he says, raising a hand in defense, but there’s a good-natured gleam in his eye. 

“how should we do this? lights on first, then ornaments?” he faces the tree with a determined look, hands on his hips. however, he can’t resist another dig. the corner of his mouth quirks up. “if you want to put the star on the top i can give you a boost.” he jumps again, out of reach of jennie, but this time he isn’t quite as successful.

[mikangjoon-blog]

❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜

Sentence Starter Meme  ︳ Not accepting!

“me? do I look like I could handle pudding?” kang joon scratched his left temple, while leaning on table. some of his friends as well as jennies friends had planned a christmas party and now he was stuck with the younger in the kitchen. the male felt a little lost. since he had left his family work in the kitchen had been inevitable, but he still wasn’t the best cook. “can i help you with a different dish?” he laughed, the younger must thought badly of him, but couldn’t be helped.

[miroyce-blog]

❝ do you hear that wind? ❞

― WINTER MEME ;                ↳ not accepting

“God, that sounds horrible~!” she said in a soft tone before standing up and wandering over towards the window --- Fingers slipping through the blinds as she peered outside, staring at the snow being thrashed around by the wind making it a complete white out blizzard where no one could see or do anything. “I’m actually quite surprised the electric hasn’t gone out yet”, and she just as she had opened her mouth and said that, the worse had to happen. Everything that was once lit up went black, and Hyojung turned on her heels to look back at Misuk, but instead was only greeted by the deafening darkness that enveloped the room. “Shit..”, she frowned a bit to herself before extending both arms out and began to walk back towards the couch. “I hate this kind of weather!” she mumbled before taking a seat, the lights immediately flickering back on.