#seoulessstarter

[jnnekims]

jennie: why does work hate me today jennie: i’m thinking drinks. strong drinks. LOTS and LOTS of them jennie: who’s joining so i don’t look pathetic alone? ( ˘³˘)♡ @seoulessrp

[choissoovins]

soobin: i need a teammate who actually knows what they’re doing soobin: interested? or are you scared of my skills? @seoulessrp

[qveenminn]

minnie: is it normal to want three different kinds of dessert at the same time… (´•ω•̥`) minnie: i swear the baby’s just using me as an excuse now (╯﹏╰） @seoulessrp

[bbybreadin-archive]

{open starter} @seoulessrp

IN: so IN: I have a question for you IN: if six is afraid of seven, because seven ate nine... are the other numbers also scared of seven? IN: what if seven is just misunderstood? IN: What if i've just had one too many energy drinks today and this is what i'm doing with all my awake time?

[markpls]

@seoulessrp

MARK: HELLO???? MARK: why is it so quiet MARK: did i get banned again MARK: OR DID U GUYS MAKE A NEW GC WITHOUT TELLING ME AGAIN

[hwngycji]

yeji: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TamDOXponnM yeji: thank me later 👼 @seoulessrp

[ycvnjun]

yeonjun picked out a couple of cream puffs, careful to grab one he knew yuna loved, his hoodie still clinging lightly from the shower after practice. the soft hum of the bakery, the scent of fresh bread and sugar, and the gentle clatter of trays didn’t slow him down, but it was a quiet kind of relief after the chaos of the day. as he turned toward the cookies, he froze for a moment, someone familiar was scanning the shelves a few feet away. he studied them, dark eyes narrowing slightly, lips twitching in amusement. his hair fell messily across his forehead, and he tilted his head like he was weighing whether it was really them or if his tired brain was playing tricks.

“stalking me now?” he asked, a small smirk resting at the corner of his lips, letting his tone hover just on the edge of teasing.

@seoulessrp

[xuhaoos]

minghao sat tucked into the corner of a quiet café, a mug of coffee cooling slowly in front of him while his phone sat untouched on the table. instead, his gaze was fixed out the window, watching people rush by on the street with that same thoughtful expression he always wore when his mind drifted elsewhere. he tapped his fingers lightly against the ceramic cup, as if keeping time to some rhythm only he could hear.

after a moment, he leaned back in his chair, lips curling into the faintest smirk. "you’d think people come here to slow down, but it feels like everyone’s still in a hurry," he said, tone light but edged with amusement. his eyes flicked toward the seat across from him, an open invitation. "what about you—are you here to escape or just passing through?" | @seoulessrp |