#r.eply

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@henchois: ( c.ont )

The headline of the article that popped up on his social media feed confuses the male, as he has absolutely no idea what a Flume Ride is supposed to be. Maybe if he would have visited Lotte World in all these years he lived in Seoul by now, he’d be a little bit smarter. Luckily he’s not the only one confused, though. “Let’s look it up,” he says, quickly using a search engine via his phone to ease their confusion. Yeah, the things you do when you got nothing better to do. “Oh! It’s an amusement park ride,” Henry then says just a few seconds later. “Some sort of roller coaster. It’s at Lotte World … Never been there. Have you?”

It still takes her a second to decipher the bits of Korean-English names tacked onto random things. They were always so jarringly long that it fools her, only to be horribly disappointed when she actually says it out loud. Flume Ride. Very well played. Haeun watches the other expectantly, waiting as his thumbs flew over his screen, only to adorn a scowl when he mentioned the famous amusement park. “Oh, yes I have! And it was not worth the money. That place is literally wild.” A shiver runs down her spine in recollection of that day, made all the more jarring because she was younger and more foreign. The crowd was terrifying and little Haeun was not enjoying herself. “I say stick to Everland, if you’ve ever been. Lotte World is a place for sadists.”

[sanxtucry]

-- sting like a bee w. ˟ ( @asy-kyuhyun ) ･ﾟ☆ // open starters

❝ ‘scuse me, hey you-- yeah you!  do you know where the nearest bus station is? i think i’m lost. ❞

[doesnteatstyrofoam]

quinept replied to your post “can i have one night of not fucked up dreams”

This is what you get for astral projecting to dashcon

i am going to replace every cell in your body with pop rocks for making me read that sentence

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@tenxthreex: ( c.ont )

her hands coming into contact with his and grasping them in an attempt to warm them up had shocked him, but he gradually got over it and he honestly couldn’t help but smile softly as she even began to rub them.  woojin just simply watched her with a small smile playing across his features at her sweet gestures.   ❝ yah, you don’t need to do that. ❞   he told her lightly.  if it was anyone else who were to grab his hands to warm them, maybe he would have removed his hands away after politely declining the offer.  but with her, he can’t decline even if he wanted to because the gesture was too sweet and cute.

hanging out with haeun for long enough would reveal that she was quite unabashed with her affections. it comes hand-in-hand with the other little things that make up her person, never one to restrain herself from speaking her mind or care too deeply what she could be judged for. she liked to think that the people who could comprehend her were the only ones worth the comprehension. the rest of the world was background noise. “i don’t care,” she retorts in singsong, attention mostly fixated on trying to rub the cold away. kind of. “maybe you should think about not having cold hands around me if you don’t want me to have to do this again.”

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@tenxthreex: ( c.ont )

he had been on his own in the dance studio with their music blasting as he danced, watching his own every move through the wall of mirrors and perfecting his dancing until he couldn’t perfect it no more.  the others had always told him not to practice too hard, to rest and take enough water breaks whilst he was in the dance studio alone.  he was also always told that if he didn’t answer their texts asking him to stop and come sleep for the night, that he’s done enough for today, that they’d come and find him and hope that he wasn’t passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the floor.  so when he heard his phone beep that signaled that he got a new message, he immediately thought it was one of the others asking him to stop and rest.  he moved to his phone that he had plugged into the speakers and stopped the music, unplugging his phone to look at the text.  though he couldn’t help but laugh breathily the minute he saw it and it definitely was not from one of his hyungs.

          [ text ]  that made my day.           [ text ]  and i do miss your hugs.           [ text ]  don’t mention this to my members, but your hugs are the best.

she gets to check this off her pesky to-do list, the arduous path to completion quite deserving of a mean nap. that is, if she could fall asleep with five cups of coffee running through her veins. her mouse hovers over the little floppy disk icon again, and she clicks it for the fifth, sixth, seventh time. saves it under a different name to be sure. she considers the web browser logo for a second, and then she’s stood, heading to the kitchen.

to think she’d be bored and alone on a friday night. the living room comes alive with the sounds and lights coming from the tv, illuminating what was otherwise late-night/early-morning darkness. (too late, too early.) she’s trapped between wanting to go to bed and refusing to, defeated frown playing on her lips in between sips of club soda. restless thumbs ghost over the phone screen, a semblance of a smile at the corner of her lips. (no harm, no foul. she could always blame it on the booze.)

[ sms — kwonday ] your secret is safe with me... [ sms — kwonday ] ...as long as i get a refill by tomorrow 7PM PST 😈

a stray glance at the clock precedes an afterthought of belated concern.

[ sms — kwonday ] up late practicing again?😪

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@tenxthreex​: ( c.ont )

to taemin, everything was tiring and stressful but it was all worth it for people to love what they do and love the lyrics he’s written as well as how he’s produced things.  he knew and he’s heard all of the compliments before but her compliment had him grinning, extremely pleased with the fact that she liked it.  there were a lot of people he did and he expected praise from certain people like the members, their manager, the fans and their families.  but it felt special coming from her;  he wasn’t sure why, though.   ❝ that’s good to hear! ❞

she’s beaming still even when she almost takes a stumble, her balance off-kilter while trying to fold her legs under her. it didn’t help that she was perched (backwards, mind you.) on a wheely chair either, or that her legs were gangly and long. "when are you going to write a song about me?” she speaks again with a broad grin after having settled, forearms resting on the back of the chair. it wasn’t a new thought spoken aloud, having brought up the idea more times than necessary. it’s the privilege of being friends with a recording artist, she insists. “surely you’re not going to just let a really good muse go to waste? it’ll sweep the charts for sure!”

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@tenxthreex: ( c.ont )

seokjun couldn’t help but feel quite insulted at her comment and it was clearly seen in his expression;  his brows had furrowed and a frown tugged on his lips, his hand had even shot to his heart as if he was actually really hurt by it.   ❝ yah!  i’m not that heavy!  i’m not even drunk, i’m barely even buzzed! ❞   he was telling the truth, though.  yeah, he did drink, but it wasn’t much of anything, really.  just a few sips here and there and that was it.

there’s amusement dancing behind her eyes as she watched the younger male, his protests only making laughter bubble up her throat. a hand reaches forth to smooth over furrowed brows preceding her soft chuckle, as if in attempt to physically coax his scowl away. “baby, the only ‘light’ you are is a lightweight,” she couldn’t help but tease, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger. “you are heavy, so stop leaning on me!” the jesting chastise precedes a light shove to his shoulder; maybe, just maybe, to see if he’d actually fall over.

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@ascigne: ( c.ont )

            “ — everyone’s ways of dealing with things are different, some are more extremethan others. you shouldn’t judge either way.”             YES, INDEED HYEJIN’S PROCESS of coping isn’t necessarily beneficial, also it couldn’t be deemed healthy either. but compared to the eccentric people in this world she didn’t think she came close to how ridiculous others could be. so why couldn’t her friend let her mope around her apartment in her coffee stained shirt all day if the hybrid wished to do so ? ( of course hyejin would ignore the fact her trash can sitting in her kitchen is currently holding three empty ice cream containers, or how she ate all three in one sitting.) hyejin blinked at her friend for another short moment before huffing out a sigh. “this is just how i deal with things, i’m sure i’ll be better in a few days. don’t worry so much about me.”

telling haeun to not worry about her friends was a tall order. she would probably have better luck telling the rain to stop falling.

“i’m not judging, jin. and it's been ‘a few days’. have you even been eating properly?” a troubled frown is etched clear as day on her features, taking the other’s chin in between her fingers to tilt her face this way and that, keen eyes narrowing in scrutiny. “you look like you’ve lost weight, sweetheart. how can i not worry?” it didn’t help that she’d refused company up until now either, only further driving haeun into a frenzied mess of concern and paranoia. it took every bit of self-restraint to not simply show up to her apartment uninvited, arms full of everything and anything that could provide some sort of comfort. “isn’t there anything i could do to help you feel better? i can't let you mope around if it's just going to make you feel worse or fall sick.”