#mysmes blurb

[saeyoungchoismaid]

You’re honestly not surprised that things turned out like this. You just wanted to have a nice Thanksgiving dinner with everyone but it can only stay ‘nice’ for so long you suppose. 

You all made a dish to bring to the get-together but no one would come near Yoosung’s monstrosity that he calls food with a five-foot pole. 

Zen and Jumin ended up arguing because Jumin didn’t even make his and instead had his chef prepare it. To be fair though, it was really good and you aren’t exactly sure how good Jumin’s cooking is. 

Seven kept trying to feed you while saying things like “Here comes the airplane! Brrrrrr!” and “Open up for the train! Chew chew!” Saeran ended up flicking mashed potatoes in his face which started a food war. 

Jaehee pulled you away before it started, both of you watching from the kitchen as they all get handfuls to throw at each other. V remained seated and you’re surprised to see not a single drop of food got on him as he remained calm in his seat. 

You started laughing when Zen hit Jumin with cranberry sauce and you swear you’ve never seen Jumin so angry. It surprised you when he picked up a piece of ham and slapped Zen with it. 

“At least they didn’t break the tv this time,” Jaehee says, trying to look on the bright side when they’re done. 

“Don’t jinx us,” you grumble, looking at the mess.

[anklebiiting]

i cant sleep so really id just like to talk about how yoosung would be that boy with the flowers in his hair and the ukulele in his hands who plays shows at the teeniest-tiniest venues in the city who has a smile like sunshine. he’d be that boy who goes to a bunch of shows to talk to people and offer a mixtape to them shyly and is always so polite to crowds no matter if its four people at barricade or one hundred and four people in a sold out space. the one who acts like the people who show up to his gigs are his best friends who he’s known since preschool and then he’d meet you who shuffles on your feet nervously and thinks there’s something profound about his music. then he’d be the boy who writes and sings about you on stage with the biggest grin and bopping his head side to side, occasionally looking down at the frets because you are here in the audience and he really doesn’t want to mess this up in front of the prettiest person he’s ever seen. but he’d be that boy who falls head over heels for you when you start showing up at every show of his and you’d exchange information and you’d have sleepovers at his shoe box apartment where he sings you to sleep and you’d think he shines brighter than the stars in the sky. tldr; think about yoosung who has, like, eight pairs of big ol’ glasses and has the nicest voice who makes your world turn round with his lil ukulele love songs that he sings about you in soft spotlights.