#s.tories

[mingyoku]

@naeiun​: ( + ) 

❝ Yes? Are you gonna go out with no pants on? Wow, Mingyu going naked for McDonalds. ❞

❝ Well yeah, I mean how are they going to sponsor me if they won’t even notice me? Duh. ❞ Brows raised head angled to the side, his lips droning on a small hum, her witty counter was somehow humorous to Mingyu. ❝ Okay but seriously, give me a minute to change-- ❞

[mingyoku]

@kmjiho ( + )

★  — “I- I’m actually not sure myself… Mollayo.” Jiho looks around, the people surrounding the two didn’t seem to mind their presence their anyways. Maybe it’s okay? She thought to herself,  turning to him and looking up, “Isn’t this buffet snack table for employees… uh.. We are technically employees too, right? Since we perform here and everything.” With a timid smile, she reaches out for the nearest blueberry muffin and began to nibble on it, nodding her head towards the table to convince him to do the same.

► It was amusing, how she could find any sort of reasoning, but nonetheless, it was good enough for him. Shoulders lifted to a half-hearted shrug to dismiss his initial thoughts, already reaching for a brownie before unapologetically stuffing a couple in his mouth in one go. By this point, the taller had already accepted to cast away his role as the visual and focus on tending to his stomach’s needs. After he’d finished chewing, he darted a dispirited star to the distance suddenly feeling guilty. “It’s so good but this feels so wrong . . . Maybe we should just go back before anyone sees us--”

[mingyoku]

@tertinggal ( + )

    [ ☾ ] “Why do you need to know anyway?” Wonwoo furrowed his brows at the younger male, pulling his sketchbook closer to his chest. The young artist absolutely hated it whenever someone tried to take a peak of his unfinished works and the way the other was taking advantage of his height and trying to sneak a look of his scribbes was starting to get on Wonwoo’s nerves.     So he stopped trying to look, thankfully, but he wouldn’t stop asking what exactly it is Wonwoo was drawing. Wonwoo groaned. He knew the male meant well but it was simply annoying and he just wanted to finish one little sketch. Was that so much to ask? “Not now, Mingyu!” He frowned.

► Mingyu blinked, directing his gaze slightly upward at the male standing     distancing himself from him and the sketchbook he seemed to be latching     on as if his life depended on it. He didn’t think of it as a big deal at first,     though noting how defensive the other was getting, it didn’t seem so     anymore. He protested again after another futile attempt to catch the     older when he had let down his guard and reach for the sketchbook, arms     folded defiantly across his chest. 

                   ❝ Well, why not? ❞ the question curled at the end,                        accented. ❝ It’s just a drawing, what’s so bad                        about it? ❞ he added, his dictation slurred, albeit                        his gentle tones. ❝ What, did you draw a bunch                        of penises on the page or something? ❞

[mingyoku]

@92ahnz ( + )

You broke my heart.

You're bringing that up now? Mingyu sighed and put his drink on the table, pushing it away from him to establish a sort of distance between him and the lingering thought of Ahn Heeyeon. What was it about Hani that made it so hard to forget? Mingyu couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it the way they threw childish banter at each other? The way the tanned male often teased Hani on their height difference? Maybe it was her smile and the kind promises they spoke. Okay, Mingyu, you need to stop. He leaned back on his chair, a sigh escaped his lips as his eyes travelled to the ceiling. Mingyu was seeing someone else now, someone who he was sure he would definitely spend the next 60 years of his life with, yet completely wiping the other from his memories seem to be a task he has yet to fulfill. ❝ There's no point in reminiscing about the past. ❞ Tiers threatened to spill empty laughter at how much of a hypocrite he was being. Maybe he was asking too much when he thought they could still be friends. 

[mingyoku]

@jngluks​ ( + )

► LUKAS blinked, directing his gaze slightly upward at the male standing between him and the refrigerator. ❝ Why not? ❞ he frowned, brows knit. ❝ I’m hungry. ❞ he protested again after another futile attempt to dodge the younger and reach the fridge, arms folded defiantly across his chest. ❝ What, do you have a severed head in there, or something? ❞

He freezes in place as soon as he hears that familiar voice bounce off the walls, vulgar profanity slipping from his tiers. He gave a small tilt of his head, brows knitting together in mock confusion as to play dumb to the whole situations, feeling much like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was almost laughable how believable a role Mingyu played just a few minutes prior, shoveling food into his mouth like a savage... and it was absolutely delicious. He wasn’t simply going to admit what he did as bullshitting his way out of nasty situations is one of Mingyu’s special talents, so he gave Lukas a betrayed look and soldiers on. ❝ No-- are you kidding me? Why would there be such thing? ❞ A hand wafting through the air to dismiss the topic, he slung a casual arm around the elder, in attempt to distance themselves from the ‘crime’ ❝ How about . . . we just get something outside, yeah? I’ll... I’ll treat you! If that’s what you want? ❞

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@laliced ( + )

A groan escaped her lips feeling the soft pokes on her cheek trying to concentrate on writing a few lyrics.❝Mingyu…If you poke me one more time…❞ she warned.

It felt like it’d been ages since the male had moved his muscles to do something other than breathe or check the time every 2 minutes. Feigning as if he didn’t hear the aforementioned threat, digits pressing onto her shoulder swiftly before he laced them back to the rest of his fingers. His gaze settled elsewhere aside from the female, sat up straight hands resting on his lap pretending as if he’d done nothing.

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@heosol ( + )

Her nods were too hasty, giving away the enthusiasm that she had felt the moment she heard the generous offer. ❝ Well I can’t say no to that! ❞ Now she’s beaming as if that would make the cup of luscious drink instantly and magically appear out of nowhere. ❝ Is it your treat, though? Because, you know, you might as well have asked me to get you some cocoa if it’s just gonna be me who’s paying. ❞

The lack of mere hesitation she held seemed too apparent to him, and he might as well bite in on her suggestion, nose scrunched, he shakes his head. ❝ Nah, it’s cool-- won’t let you do that anyways as much as I like free things. It’s on me if its just the two of us. ❞  A toothy grin thinning upon his tiers, as the mere thought of paying for all his members was scary as hell as opposed to taking care of one person. Thank the Lord he was not the oldest hyung.

[mingyoku]

( + @aekure )

Her gaze slid down to the food that’d been splattered all over the dirty tiles. What a waste of both money and food. ‘It happens.’ She assured, the collision had been something accidental and thus she didn’t blame the other, it had been her fault too for not watching where she was going. ‘It’s almost like the scene of a movie dont you think?’ she said with a soft chuckle as she crouched down to grab the plastic bags along with the remaining trash to throw away, she couldn't leave it on the ground either.

Eyes darting back to the woman then all around the room, a slight panic managed to shake Mingyu up. ❝ But-- ❞ an arm instinctively reaching out to aid the stranger, but unfortunately beating him to it. Though, the latter statement caught him rather off-guard, smiling a bit and chuckling softly at the comparison she made, an attempt to bring a little uplifting vibe in the air between them. ❝ Does it? If it’s fate, am I gonna start seeing you everywhere? Or at least, that’s what usually happens or the movie just ends within five minutes. ❞ Allowing a small chuckle before he briefly shakes his head, reminding himself at the current matter, which might have fueled the guilt that had settled inside of him for bringing such trouble to the other. The boy knew if he was in her shoes, he may not have reacted as relaxed as she did, food being a rather interesting catalyst for his mood of the day. Nonetheless, he doesn’t show it and instead his lips continue to smile fervently. ❝ Okay but I’m really, really sorry. It’s my fault, too. Please tell me you’d let me buy you something... anything... to make up for it? ❞