#tenxthreex

[warsinmyhead]

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“There’s a reason why ‘fan’ used to be a bad word,” Jimin grumbled to himself as he typed in commands to enter through the back way of the entertainment company’s feeds. 

“What are you grumbling about Grandpa?” Go asked as she sauntered in, arms crossed over her chest. She watched as Jimin pulled up security camera feeds and made notes. 

Jimin pushed the case file over to her and explained their newest mission was watching for an obsessive fan who was ogling over the youngest member in a popular Korean boy band. “The usual – fan letters, gifts – and I’m talking really pricey things like designer clothing and gadgets. Then constant posts on the fancafe that bordered on harassment.”

“Why are we being asked to babysit a maknae?” Go grumbled as she tossed the file onto the desk. 

Jimin sighed as he pulled up a video of the band arriving at Incheon Airport from a concert overseas, zooming in on the horde of female fans who rushed to meet the band. The footage paused on a young man shoving female fans out of the way to get closer, only to have several girls push back and yell at him. 

[yuseongu-a]

               for the most part, minseok's music taste isn’t exactly up to date. he still thinks shinhwa are the greatest group to ever exist, and while he’s posted dance covers of more recent songs, he can’t really call himself a fan. he is, however, interested in dancing, and it’s for that reason alone that he recognises the other. ❝ excuse me, are you yang feng? ❞

@tenxthreex ♥’d for a starter

[tinystarscapes]

welcome starter for @tenxthreex !!

“I think I’ve done enough stupid things to call myself an idiot at this point, I mean... two days ago I ran face first into the door of my own shop,” he spoke into the phone, not paying attention to where he was going. “Yeah, it’s a glass door, but what we do have the shop logo on it, so I don’t think that’s a good excuse,” pause so the other could speak, “no it doesn’t matter that I’m shorter than you, everyone’s shorter than you.” Cue him bumping into someone and dropping his phone before he finally looked up, “Shit, I’m so sorry.” Boy did he need to learn to watch where he was going.

[warsinmyhead]

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“Just a minute please – we’re not open yet!” he called out to the person standing at the door. 

He turned back toward the table he was wiping down, running the rag across the surface one final time before picking it up. He carried it and the cleaning solution to the cabinet under the sink, replacing both before washing his hands. His eyes darted to the coffee maker and he sighed deeply. 

Calm down Park, it’s just the morning shift – you got this, he told himself as he dried his hands. Except for the fact it was the first time he was opening and running the shop on his own for the entire morning – Bo-ram asked him last minute after she felt the beginnings of a cold come on and the other morning worker bailed, claiming she had to buckle down for finals. Perhaps he bit off more than he could chew claiming he could handle making drinks, taking orders, and keeping the cafe clean for the morning, but Hiro didn’t want Bo-ram to regret his hire despite the lack of barista experience. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, rolled his shoulders, and walked over to the door, unlocking the bolt and switching the sign to OPEN.

“Good morning and welcome to Cup of Bliss.”

[svbjetarch]

        .• ♕ ┊    @tenxthreex once danced

✗ FENG

he had been running, but he wasn’t even out of breath because of it but laughter errupted from him the minute he felt her jump on his back and wrap one arm around his shoulders whilst her legs were around his waist.  he felt the water gun being pressed to the side of his head and he lifted his heads instead of grabbing onto her legs to keep her up on his back.  he couldn’t help but grin in amusement.   ❝ no, please don’t shoot.  i didn’t do anything wrong. ❞   he exclaimed, though he was acting the part of a hostage victim  —–  well, minus being scared considering he was quite amused with a grin playing across his lips.

      If it was with anyone else, there was no way she would ever behave like this - playing around so childishly, using a harmless water gun to threaten him, and all such alike - yet she had to admit it was oddly refreshing to joke around in ways she hadn't been able to ever before. "Who says you did nothing wrong? Did I?" Her lips were nearly brushing against his ear while talking such words lowly, comfortably resting her weight against his back supporting her so easily as she considered her further steps, eventually lowering her gun to shoot some of the icy cold water onto his shirt before the tip was pushed against his temple again. "Want to try again?"

[storvtime]

@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.”

[storvtime]

@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?😪

[storvtime]

@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!”