#niconicohee

[roussedraws]

[wevdy-blog]

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

meme: injured/injury starters↬ status: not accepting !

Unstoppable giggles escaped the younger girl as she stared at her elder, who had himself in quite a situation. It started off normal- but somehow ended with Heechul at the bottom of a flight of stairs, sitting on his bum, covered in glitter. Wendy covered her mouth, but playful tones of laughter still lingered within her voice. “Pff– Oppa, are you okay, though? Let me help you.”

[fireheartkr-blog]

"What are you doing to me?"

&&. song meme !! // accepting !! // @niconicohee

“i’m disguising you. haven’t you done this before?” standing in front of the other, gaze looking more concentrated than ever, she placed the wig in a better position on his head. it didn’t look exactly right but who cared? no one really took notice of anyone that entered the club, unless you were a hot girl in a black mini dress or a guy with legs longer than your noodles. most of the people were drunk anyways.

the thing was, she needed to be in that club that night. she was sniffing for a scoop and she was confident she’d get it. all she needed aside from that was someone to keep her company in case things would get ugly.

“i don’t want anyone to recognize you. it would ruin my plan and blow our cover. just-- don’t act suspicious.” hard to do that while wearing such a ridiculous wig.

[bangyeong]

recording with the infamous @niconicohee

She felt a wave of relief as soon as the recording was done and the butterflies in her stomach were flying far away from her. It was her second ( or third ) time being on a variety show; the atmosphere honestly felt a little bit better than previous ones. Maybe it was the fact the show was less serious, people were there to make each other laugh and oh boy, did she laugh. Pretty sure, she had her abs back. But it also managed to make her exhausted. As soon as they were done with their segments, Chaeyeong wanted to fall on the floor and sleep there for a few seconds. Unfortunately, it would have been rude and questionable, all she was able to do was bow deeply to show her gratitude and exchange a few words with the cast.

        ❛So am I allowed to come another time or was I actually a boring person?❜ The question was presented to the person who was the loudest out of the cast, the one who didn't seem to watch what came out of his mouth; Kim Heechul himself. To be honest, the whole recording she didn't talk that much, only talked when she was talked to and the brunette haired female knew she needed practice. And a lot. ❛Or do I need to talk to the mirror, pretend I'm in a variety show or something like that?❜

[keybums]

@niconicohee​

「 * 希 」" YAH ! if you wanted good coffee you should’ve gotten it yourself  ! “

`ㅂ´ ┊ “--Yah! Where did you get this? I said an iced Americano from Starbucks not souvenirs from the L.A river.” 

As a  certified coffee enthusiast of 26 years, Kim Kibum can tell a mean macchiato from a rebellious ristretto, one expresso shot from two. So of course It hurts-- it physically and mentally hurts to hear Heechul dub the sludge in a knock off Starbucks cup “coffee”.  

“Coffee?” He scoffs, incredulity thick on his sharp tongue. “Don’t you dare call this coffee." He defends the legal drug like his life depended on it ( and it did-- from his mood to his stride, all fueled by caffeine ). “That’s an insult to coffee. Really, how hard is it to order an Americano?” He’s sighing, spilling the coffee into the drain, but keeping the cup ( because it’s pretty ). “I want my money back--give me my money back. You should be lucky I’m not bringing you up on attempted murder charges. My stomach feels like a nuclear plant and I’ve got schedules later.” He groans, appendix coiled around his aching, severely sabotaged stomach.  "Is this your way of getting back at me for having more followers on Instagram  than you? ”  

[hyojungah]

[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up.

origin: symbol startersfor: @niconicohee status: accepting

Be it due to the longevity of their friendship or the fact that Heechul made his low mood quite obvious, something prompts Hyolyn to make a u-turn and then a beeline towards the older idol. The slump of his shoulders and the distant look in his eyes place a small frown on her face, coupled with curiosity. Thinking back on it, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen him look as he did in that very moment and for a moment, that alone made her hesitate but only for a moment. Sure, Hyolyn was generally reliable and, more often that not, proved to be quite a good listener if the situation called for it but she couldn’t help but wonder if company was what Heechul wanted. She casts a quick glance towards the two iced coffee cans in her hands and, as if encouraged by them, she closes the distance and sits on the available space next to him, holding out one of the cans. “You’ve got only five seconds to grab it or it’s gone. I’ll down both before you even know it and you’ll be left in this sweltering heat without relief,” she tells him and lightly nudges her elbow against his own. “Why the long face, oppa?” she questions, her tone higher in its pitch on purpose. “It’ll get stuck like that if you keep it up, you know.”