“Okay. Okay so like...” Jimin started, glancing up from his phone and beside him to the other on the couch. “I need a serious opinion, Yao. Like-- bomb squad serious.” With a deep breath, he hauled himself up to sit a little straighter, casting worrying glances at his phone. “And tell me the truth. I won’t be offended, really! I just need to get a second opinion on this.”
Hesitantly, he flipped his phone to show the other a picture of a small, overly fluffy puppy looking very angry as he strained against his leash and growled at a balloon.
“This dog isn’t me, right? It looks nothing like me-- wait. Hang on.” After a few taps on his phone screen he swiped to another picture of a similar looking dog wearing sunglasses and a head scarf. “This looks nothing like me, right!” @mkfanyao
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fucking nat what shhe do now
well she dislocated her shoulder but when they were doing x rays it turns out she has a huge ass fracture on the bone in her wrist and its been there a while and was healing wrong or something but yeah shes in a lot of pain
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“oppa, i’m so tired ! ” and she’ll pout with wide eyes towards the others reflection in the mirror before them, begging him to give her a break. asking vet to help her practice had been a terrible idea, she hadn’t known he would’ve ended pushing her this hard. when he finally relented with a nod, she slowly made her way to where he stood, wrapping her arms around his torso. a sleepy eunah was a rather touchy eunah, especially when the room was so cold and the other was so warm.
“kill me. take me out of my misery… i’d rather that than go through this choreo again.” she yawned into his chest, slowly leaning more and more onto him, as if she were going to sleep right there.
minam: i really don't like burdening you but are you free to talk? i know you're busy with solo album stuff, but i don't know who else to ask about this sort of thing.
Eliza dug through her drawer, looking for the giant shirt she always wore for pajamas. Water was dripping down her back, and all she had was a towel to protect herself from the draft running through her room. Cursing, she closed the drawer and looked around her room, before peeking her head out of her room and spotting Yao in the living room, wearing the shirt. It was huge; it was even too big on him. Lize smiled, adjusting the towel around her bust and going up to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “Give me my shirt, dipshit,” She whispered, kissing his neck.
♕: Holding hands
They were going to get caught, and she knew it. But at that moment, she didn’t quite care. Lacing her fingers through his, she pulled him through the park. It was a beautiful day, but she wasn’t paying attention to that. She was hyper-aware of him, and nothing else. “This is nice,” she said, smiling up at him. But really, any time spent with him was.
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
What had started as a quick shower after training had turned into something not-so-quick, but Liza didn’t mind, and she seriously doubted that Yao did. He had washed her hair, so she made him duck down a little, cleaning his in return. It was still hard, since he was so much taller than her, but he made it a little easier for her. She just hoped he wasn’t getting any soap in his eye, because knowing Yao, he wouldn’t say anything about it.
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
It had been a long day of promoting and performing. Eliza felt bad; he didn’t have to come with her. It was her EP after all. But he had insisted on coming to support her, so there he was. As Eliza’s manager drove them back to MK, Lize watched out the window, looking down at Yao, who was laying across the back seat with his head in her lap. She gently tousled his hair as the scenery flew by. Just him being there was calming, and she was so thankful he had come with her, even if he didn’t have to.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
The blanket fort had been up for about a week, but Eliza wasn’t tired of it yet. Brandi, Myung, Minah; they had all hung out with her in the fort, but none of them compared too her current guest. She loved them, but honestly, Yao was her favourite person to cuddle. She curled up on his chest, falling asleep on top of him among the pillows and blankets on the living room floor.
♙: Sharing a bed
Saying she was nervous was an understatement; it wasn’t the first time Yao had stayed overnight with her, but it was the first time since they had become a couple. Her heart was racing. She was no stranger to intimacy, but somehow, it was different with him. It was special. Her head on his chest and her leg wrapped across his waist, she listened to his breathing, until the steady rhythm lulled her to sleep.
♚: Head scratches
They had been watching another movie; she was sure he was probably tired of them and just humoring her, but she did love movies, so she decided to take it. He laid down his head in her lap and she played with his hair as the movie went on, giving him a scalp massage and scratching his head. She was paying more attention to him than the movie, but she was sure neither of them minded too much.
♛: Sharing a dessert
Sitting in the SPADES kitchen, Eliza cleared away her dishes as Yao ate and ice cream cone. When she was done washing, she walked over to where he was sitting and leaned in, stealing a bite of his cone, grinning. “Why have my own when we can share?” she chuckled.
♜: Shoulder rubs
“I’m seriously not that tired,” Eliza insisted, swatting Yao away, but he was persistent. And, she had to admit, the massage felt good. She sighed and stopped fighting him, smiling. He was good at it. After a while, she shrugged him off. “Your turn,” she replied, sitting him down and rubbing his shoulders in return.
♝: Reading a book together
She wasn’t so sure about breaking into dramas, but she had been sent a script anyway. She was nervous, but it was worth a try. Sitting in an unsuspecting Yao’s lap, she flipped to the first page. “Help me read the script?” she asked sweetly, holding it out so he could see it too.
♞: Caring for each other while ill
Eliza came into Yao’s room and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his forehead gently with the back of her hand. “You still have a fever,” she muttered gently, putting a cold washcloth on his forehead and rubbing his shoulder gently. “I have the day off, and I told your manager what happened. I’ll take care of you today; just worry about sleeping and getting better, okay?”
♟: Patching up a wound
“I’m okay, Yao. Calm down. It’s a little cut.” She tried to pull her hand away from him, but he had a firm grip on her. She had been cutting up vegetables and had accidentally sliced into her finger, and while it hurt, Yao was overreacting. She rolled her eyes as he bandaged her up, pouting slightly until he was done.
♤: Taking a bath together
Eliza bit her lip. It was a big step, that was for sure. She and Yao had never done anything like this before. Come to think of it, she’d never done anything like that at all. Her past relationships hadn’t been very intimate. Physical, not intimate. But, then again, Yao was special. Unclasping her bra and dropping it on the bathroom she got into bathtub, at the opposite end as him. She blushed, tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling at him. She let him pull her over closer, kissing him when she was close enough and leaning against him. Needless to say, that bath was much longer than the ones she usually took.
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
“You know, your hair is probably long enough to put into ponytails,” Eliza joked, running her hand through his hair and playing around with it. She laughed and pulled the elastic out of her hair, putting it into his instead. She grinned. “I think I’d do well as a stylist. You look hot.”
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
Eliza loved movies. They didn’t even have to be good; there was just something about sitting down and watching them that made her happy. So when she began to nod off in the middle of that movie, it was strange. Yao was already fast asleep, but Lize was determined to stay awake and get through the movie. Moments later, though, she was fast asleep too, on her boyfriend’s shoulder.
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
She had been in the ACE house visiting Jace, and it was very late at night when they were done hanging out. Before she left, she snuck into Yao and Jackson’s shared room, checking on them. Yao was sleeping so soundly. She gently pushed his hair back caressing his cheek before kissing his forehead and leaving to go back to her own house for the night.
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
It wasn’t surprising to Eliza that ACE was getting a music award. Hell, she had expected it. She was so proud of her boys, but especially proud of their leader. She straightened his tie backstage, kissing him on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “You deserve this. Now go out there and accept your award, dummy.”
♣: Back scratches
“This sweater is murder,” Lise muttered, scratching her arms. She hated wool, and she was sure she was having an allergic reaction to the shirt. She slipped it off, adjusting her tank top, and scratching all of her exposed skin. “Yao, can you get my back? I can’t reach.”
♥: Your muse crying about something
She didn’t miss a lot about San Diego, but Eliza had always been close with her parents. And while it had been her choice to join MK, she missed them terribly. Holding their most recent letter in her hand, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She heard the door open and hastily wiped her cheeks, but when she noticed it was Yao she stopped trying to hide it. She put the letter down on the counter and threw her arms around him, burrowing her head into his chest.
♦: Slow dancing
Eliza sat cross-legged on the dance studio floor, flipping through songs on her phone as Yao took a drink of water. Finally, she settled on one, standing up and taking the bottle out of his hand, pulling him to the middle of the practice room. She held Yao’s hands and kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck. She couldn’t dance very well, but that wasn’t a problem. This wasn’t so much dancing as it was them swaying in the middle of the room embracing each other, but Eliza didn’t care. She was having a great time.
i wish you would stop smiling all thetime. quite frankly it annoys me. it annoys me how you think you can’t talk tome and tell me when you feel down because i feel as if perhaps you don’t thinkof me as a close friend. then again, that would make me a hypocrite considering i don’t do the same for you. but minam— you’re still young. of course we don’t have such a huge difference in age, but at heart you’re still a child that’s been through too much, forced to mature early. eat some ice cream, skip practice to sleep in, live. let me in.tell me what’s wrong with jace, because we’re a family. we need to stick together. i’m afraid ACE will end up like my old family, a distant memory. i love you.
dear jace,
my sugar plum princess. sometimes i think you and minam are more alike than we all think. i wish you would open up to me too, my little jester. you always manage to get a smile out of me and i love that i can trust you with anything— although then again it’s something i still need to work on. i love you but opening up is so hard. it’s so hard taking off this mask that has become reality. i’m sad inside and i don’t know how to fix it. i feel so alone. i wish i could share my pain with you but it’s not your burden to bear. also i wish you would inform me of what’s going on with minam. smile more, it suits you. i love you.
dear yao,
hyung, you’re my best friend. sure you talk in your sleep, but sometimes when i can’t sleep at night, i like waking you up just so we can talk. and i love that you just go along with it, no questions. i admire how strong you’ve been the past few years, leading us through this journey and i’m glad to say i look up to somehow as beautiful as you— inside and out. always stay happy and continue to look after me. i wish i could express how much i truly appreciate having you in my life but it’s so hard to be genuine sometimes. sometimes i wake up crying and i have to cover myself and calm down so you don’t see. i don’t want you to worry, because i’ll be okay. maybe not now, maybe not ever, but for you and the boys, i’ll be okay. i love you.
dear xander,
my little cutie. everything about you makes me want to reach out and cling to you like a koala bear. i have this overwhelming urge to protect you from the evil in this world and make you laugh and smile and bake you some of my famous cookies. i don’t think a lot of people know how invested i had been in baking back home in l.a but i love it and making sugar cookies for you everyday is something i’m down to you. thank you for listening and making me feel better when i fuck up in life. please— smile forever and beyond. i love you.
the elephant in the room that nobody talks about is us, isn’t it? we seem to find ourselves on the negative side of the spectrum nowadays, and i’m pretty sure the rest of ace notices, but doesn’t say anything. kinda like me. i notice things, too, but i’m not always vocal about it because i know how you are. you shut down whenever somebody else realizes you’re not okay, and it’s really disheartening because sometimes i just wish you’d talk to me instead of going all jace dragon and spitting fire at me through short text messages and exasperated sighs. ha, it’s kind of funny because i really have no room to talk–write? you don’t even know me, not the real me, except i don’t shut down like you, i just smile and reassure. we’re kind of the same in a way, aren’t we? except you’re not as fake as i am. you have friends—real friends who care about you and would go to the moon for you. and you’d do the same for them, wouldn’t you? you have people who recognize the quirks and odd habits you allow to surface whenever you’re in one of those moods of yours, but i don’t. i don’t have that, and in a way, i think that makes me really envious of you. you’re a good person, with genuine intentions and i don’t think you give yourself enough credit for that, but you should because there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world, simba. but there needs to be. i’m sorry i don’t let you in, or talk to you about my life and what’s in my head—i want to, i just don’t know how, and i can’t promise that i ever will. but i wish you nothing but happiness, kay? literally always, all the time, every second of every day. you deserve it. you also deserve an abundance of flower crowns made by me. you deserve good things and sometimes i wish i could give them all to you, but i can’t. and i’ll never stop being sorry for that. p.s. i miss you deeply.
sincerely,me
dear xander,
hi, bunny. you’re such a good person, how did ace get to be so lucky? like, seriously, you’re kind of a god send. you make me giggle with those bunny teeth of yours, and your aegyo is out of this world. i sometimes wish you and i were closer, but at the same time–i don’t, and that’s because if you saw what really went on in my head you might get tainted, and that is the last thing i’d ever want for you. i want you to always stay xander. i want your eyes to always be full of wonder and innocence. never lose that, kay? god, xander, don’t you ever lose that sense of wonder i see in your eyes every single day. it’s a gift that not all of us get, and those of us who do—well, we ruin it. so promise you’ll always be my thoughtful, kind, and naive xander, kay? oh–and also, don’t ever be afraid to try new things. i know the world can be ugly and seem scary, but don’t ever hold yourself back from life and what it has to offer. AND WORK HARD. kay? i know you will, you never disappoint me.
sincerely,me
dear jackson,
firstly, i want to apologize if it ever seems like i’m being hard on you. i know we’re all just young adults here, hyung, and even though you’re an idol you deserve a life apart from that. i often forget that, though, because i’ve never wanted anything in life like i do this. and sometimes it’s really difficult to set myself apart from you guys, you know? like, i sometimes forget that not everyone’s lives are hellbent on being right here in the position we’re all in right now. so, yeah, sorry. secondly, i want to also apologize for always being so distant and never telling you how i really feel. i’m like that with all of you, though. it’s hard for me to peel the mask away and tell you that i feel dead inside, and that even though i smile at you, it’s always feigned. i’m not a happy person, i haven’t been for a while. you’re a really good person, though. you always worry about me and try to push past the cracks in my walls, and it’s both a blessing and a curse. you’re funny, too - you always make us laugh with how ridiculous you can be. don’t ever change. don’t ever stop making people laugh, jackson.
sincerely,me
dear yao,
i know you want me to rely on you, but i don’t think i ever will. i’m just not built that way anymore. i used to rely on someone very special to me in the past, but he’s gone now because of that very reason, and nowadays the prospect of relying on someone other than me, go minam, makes me sick to my stomach. i also want to say that being the leader of ace may have never been on your to do list, but i’m glad you are. i think you're a kind and thoughtful hyung, even if i don’t agree with the fact that you’d let yourself be placed on hiatus for something as silly as love. tsk tsk tsk. but i’m also envious of you for that very reason. you get to love and be loved and sometimes i get jealous because i don’t think that’ll ever happen for me. again, i don’t think i’m constructed that way, if that makes any sense. i lie to you a lot, also. i always tell you i’m fine and that everything’s okay, but i often feel like my heart is withered and my body is just a plastic cup waiting to be crushed along with the remnants of whatever i have left inside of me. i can’t make you understand. i can’t make anyone understand what is happening inside of me, i can’t even explain it to myself. and that’s why i choose to solve my own problems instead of coming to you boys. i’m sorry for that, but thank you for always trying.
