"Wow, you have surprisingly good handwriting." // welcome to jypc!
“I– well, thanks, I guess. Did you expect it to be messy?” he pauses and make eye contact, voice soft– but it’s just the way he talks, nothing more.

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"Wow, you have surprisingly good handwriting." // welcome to jypc!
“I– well, thanks, I guess. Did you expect it to be messy?” he pauses and make eye contact, voice soft– but it’s just the way he talks, nothing more.
❝ If you pray enough, you can change yourself into a cat person. ❞ / welcome to jypc!!
jinyoung turned around with an expression that was mixed with confusion and worry, “hyung… are you okay?” of course, the younger was only joking around as was the older – well, at least he thought jaebum was kidding. “do you miss nora so much that you want me to turn into a cat or something?”
( (c) --- @xefaro )
“are you, perhaps, implying that my company is unentertaining, Jieun-ssi?” it was more of a declarative remark than a question, as the lopsided grin in his lips would suggest. he downs his third glass of the night, if he remembers correctly, Jaebum wasn’t the type to keep count anyway. “give it a few more drinks and my jokes would soon make sense.” he nodded in affirmation. after a careful inspection of the drink set down beside the songstress, he frowns and waves the bartender over. “I’d like this changed please, keep it on the tab.” he utters without so much of a word on IU’s behalf. “you really should keep a closer watch on your drinks, you never know what might be in there.” jaebum thinks aloud, pointing at the bartender picking out a bottle of scotch for another customer from the shelf. “see, that ones clearly a cheap-ass bottle and is likely watered down too.” pretty soon their own server returns with her glass, sliding it across the table perfectly landing it in front of her. “so, you never told me why you’re out getting drunk today? penny, or should I say, whiskey for your thoughts?”
She tilted back her head and laughed. Maybe too loud that might get her grandmother shaking her head because of the unlady-like action that she just committed, but it was drowned out by the techno music blasting on the speakers. “No, it’s not like that!” She scooted a little bit closer to the counter and rested her temple on her palm with the other hand playing with the rim of her glass before it got taken away by the other. “However, I won’t dare to deny some drinks even if that meant to tolerate you and your jokes.” She breathed out a chuckle with a glassy look on her eyes.
Once her glass reappeared in front of her, she took a hefty sip and whistled after, surprised with the kick of the drink that he chose. “Woah. That was smooth! You’re good with your drinks! Are you a patron here?” Jieun took another small sip when a marvelous idea sprouted out of her intoxicated brain. “Oh! I know! We should be drinking buddies! It’s so that I won’t be fooled again.” She gave him a friendly pat on his shoulder before returning to her glass. Her mind doesn’t coordinate well with her whenever tipsy. “I am not exactly alone. My manager’s in one of those VIP rooms together with some staff members. A company dinner of sorts. I just went out to get some fresh air. Having people watching your every move in a confined space just makes me want to jump in a hole.” She shook her head and shifted the spotlight towards the other. “How about you? Why are you here? Isn’t it already past your curfew, young man?”
"Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength.” // welcome to jypc!
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs right. honestly speaking, she knows. course, the young lady knows for wit and clever has always ran through her blood. still, there’s nothing better than hearing them coming right out of someone who has much more experience than her say it, better more, a labelmate whom she considers dear. she’s not one to usually say much during sensitive topics but because it’s about her, she musters up a rather weak but earnest response. “ thank you. “ she nods a few times before adding, “ i really needed someone comforting me like this. i’ve just been lonely without my family these days, i guess i’m missing them too much. “
a baymax shout-out to @xefaro!
Jaebum pulls his hand away from the redhead’s shoulder, guiltily. His eyes zero in on the tatted arm before he flicks his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes are wide and glistening, probably in surprise, as if waiting for him to explain as well. Which he does, without prompt. “Sorry, I was just curious. I wanted to know if you were who I thought you were…” Jaebum doesn’t wait for Krystle to respond (possibly in fear he might be turned away) when he continues, “Krystle Kim of 1million right?” He fixes his posture so he is standing up straight, hands sliding easily into his pockets as he takes a step back. Then he offers what seems to be a bow, his long eyelashes fluttering against his pale skin when he blinks. “Don’t worry, I’m not out to bother you, I just wanted to say I admire your work.” And he nods, swishing around in a strapping dancer’s body.
With her hand still on her chest, ( where the heart is obviously supposed to be ) rising and falling rapidly, she exhales a breath and runs her fingers through her hair. Usually she’d tied her hair up, but since she was wearing a crop top, she felt the AC hit her bare skin. She stares at him once he opens his mouth, tilting her head a little.
A smile forms on her features, nodding her head at his question to confirm that she was indeed Krystle Kim of 1Million. It was quite interesting that a popular idol had noticed her. And it was GOT7′s one and only leader, Im Jaebum. She wasn’t going to explode with excitement just cause an idol was here. She had to keep her cool. Her head dips down to thank him, hands on her hips. ❝ Ah, why thank you. Are you touring the studio? I’m surprised yet happy that you’ve noticed me, but I guess with the red hair and a sleeve was a dead giveaway to who I was, huh? ❞
-mistakenly (or not so mistakenly) sleeps on your bed- // welcome to xprez
Jackson comes out of the shower, towel in hand before noticing the older asleep on his bed. He’s not sure whether he should wake him up or not before quickly deciding on the latter, a small laugh escaping his lips before quickly throwing a shirt on and jumping in bed. “Well someone missed me! Don’t lie--it’s okay, you don’t have to answer, I already know you do.” He says, quickly pressing a finger on the male’s lips before letting out a laugh and preparing to rest. “Good night, hyung.”
@xefaro:
“I didn’t know fans still do this.” jaebum shook his head with a wry expression. he opens his mouth but the sight in front of him stopped him from speaking. his eyes are wide open, and his mouth agape as he watches the creepy stranger linger outside the bathroom, one where they’re currently trapped. he wonders if he’s ever seen anyone this convicted to meeting Henry that they’d spend the entire day stalking him. “hyung, this sasaeng of yours is way too dedicated. Next thing you know, she‘d be slipping you her underwear at fanmeetings.”
time passes and both of them realize they haven’t got a phone to call anyone for help. and it certainly doesn’t help, either, when a couple more footsteps draw close to their hiding spot. he’s waiting for his senior’s judgement, silently hoping he’d have an idea for their escape. his worries are dismissed when he sees the window above Henry’s head however. “we can go through there, hyung. what do you think?”
“Tell me about it.” Something like that has never happened to Henry before — at least not that he can remember. The worst that happened to him was receiving calls and texts from unknown persons, most likely his fans. He still has no idea how they found out his number, though ... But this? This took it to a whole new level. “Well — not that I’d mind,” he jokes in response to the younger’s remark with a small chuckle — which died in his throat the second it came out. “I mean, no, that’d be ... weird.” His eyebrows furrow slightly and he shakes his head, hoping to be convincing enough for the other not to think of him as a perv.
But then again, everyone already knows he is one, anyway. The more time they spend in there, hiding from a very persistent fan outside the bathroom, Henry is starting to consider just confronting her. Not in any harsh way, no, he loves his fans ... even if they might go too far sometimes. Like right now. But when Jaebum speaks up, he first blinks at him in confusion before his eyes dart up to the window right above him. “Oh, wow — now we’re talking.” Another chuckle slips the man’s lips, though he tries to keep it as quiet as possible. They’re still hiding after all. “It’s worth a try. You first?”
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