#yj:start

[juwonyj]

        OPEN STARTER | LOCATION: ysa bounty.

         the night had been mostly uneventful, even though his bartender had called out at the very last second, forcing juwon to work behind the bar in their place. he was a little rusty, but he managed. happy hour had just ended, and juwon was running around ysa bounty settling tabs. or at least he had been, until he had made the mistake of stopping in front of a familiar face. in just a matter of seconds, he had been sucked into the same round of back-and-forth that they had every time they met over the bar.

        “for the last time, you have to pay for your drinks!” juwon scolded fondly, eyes narrowed in a playful glare at the person in front of him. he leaned forward, supported by both of his hands on the bar that separated them. “i already gave you free food tonight out of the kindness of my heart, same as last time you were here.”

        his words might have had an air of finality, but both parties knew he was probably still going to give them the free drinks. he couldn’t help it-he had a serious soft spot for his fellow residents of the sharehouse... the ones he recognized, anyway. juwon knew they all struggled in their own ways, and he enjoyed having such an easy way to make their days a little bit better. he often let them enjoy a free meal or two every once in a while. and the person standing in front of him knew it.

                 “i’m not letting you eat and drink me out of house and home.”

[yjseoks]

jonas stood in front of the sink in the main building’s kitchen, broad shoulders looming over as water ran at a steady pace. after wrestling with the hot and cold water nozzles for a good half minute, he’d finally settled on what was the perfect temperature for him to work with; not too hot, nor too cold. the aftermath of his latest creation left a minor mess in the kitchen, despite his best efforts in sticking to his method of cleaning as he went --- it was just so he’d have to do less work later, but it worked most of the time.

he was scrubbing the last of his dirtied pans when he heard footsteps approaching over the rush of water. at least, what he assume to be footsteps.

both sides of the sink were turned off in favor of greeting the noise maker, with a warm smile, and a desire to get some extra food off his conscious. he’d made too much, and hated the thought of it going uneaten, even after portioning a good amount for himself. it happened far too often when jonas decided to make any type of pasta dish, but he never seemed to learn. perhaps that was his fate.

“ hi, ” he greeted, sheepish smile growing as his his soap-covered hands reached for the hand towel he’d claimed as his own for the night; jonas was certain he would make sure to get it to the laundry room later in the night, but no promises could be made on such a front. “ do you want some carbonara? i ended up making way too much...” he trailed, gaze wandering to the dish he had already put in a couple containers. “ it’s not vegan friendly... but if you don’t mind that you should take some. ”

[yjxiaohui]

open to 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 !

if xiaohui’s being honest with herself, she’s not prepared for things very often, preferring to take each step as it comes. the one thing she is always ready for, however, is inspiration ; there’s a reason she keeps a notebook and pen case in her backpack at all times, and this afternoon is just another example of that. she’d been walking through the common area when her eye was caught — a new plant is positioned oh so nicely next to the window, curtains brushing against it as the breeze gently pushes through and lets the sunlight filter into the room. these kind of things only last for an instant, so she pulls out her drawing supplies and sits down ; not on a couch, mind you, but right where she’d been standing in the middle of the room, oblivious to everything around her as she focuses on capturing the moment.

[minsooyj]

status › open. location › main building.

      with his air pods securely tucked into his ears, minsoo wiggled around to the new carly rae album, clothes hamper held in his grasp as he made his way down to the laundry room in the main building. he’d like to say that he spent ALL of his sunday’s like this-- doing his laundry and cleaning up like a good boy-- but doing laundry on a regular schedule wasn’t a normal thing for him, really. if anything, he had the tendency to wait until the last possible second before throwing an obnoxiously large load into an open washing machine. it wasn’t really the most PRACTICAL method, but minsoo was never really known for being a “practical” person to begin with.

      that being said, just two weeks after doing his last load of laundry, minsoo was already back doing his next-- mostly because his mom sent him a few reminders this morning after noticing him repeating one of his t-shirts in a few of his vlogs last week ( he really needed to get her to stop watching his videos at some point )-- but he figured it counted for something at the very least.

      humming along to the lyrics, minsoo’s far too distracted to notice the stray sock someone else must’ve dropped on their way to the laundry room. and maybe it wouldn’t have been much of an issue if minsoo’s ass didn’t seem to attract hardwood floors at every single clumsy opportunity offered to him... but it did. which means he busted his ass on the ground as soon as his foot slid across the lone straggler, causing him to upend his laundry basket over himself and the floor surrounding him.

      he hated that his first thought was ‘i should’ve been vlogging this.’

[arayj]

EXT. SOMEWHERE AROUND YONGSA - DAY --- open for anyone

it was hard to be pocket-sized. however, the great distance that the pair have accumulated from each other was partly her fault as she was a one curious being. every thing that strikes her fancy, she takes a moment to gander at it. yongsa was like a wonderland to her and she was alice. she almost skipped towards the other just to catch up. once she managed to match her counterpart’s pace, her interest grew on the mysterious destination she was promised. perhaps it was uttered earlier, but the mention of a new adventure had her feet already running. still, she needed to sate the meddling thought in her mind.

“where are we going again?”

[yuminyj]

snapchat from ↝ y.umin

y.umin: tokyo fashion week has been so magical  y.umin: wish you would’ve come with me :((

[yjbenny]

                     status :             ☾ — OPEN !                       location :          ☾ — MAIN BUILDING; KITCHEN !

        SULKING could most accurate describe the action benny had taken to fill her afternoon, loud scraping footsteps and hollow sighs following her as she dragged her feet into the kitchen. around the island, not once, but twice, before leaning back and opening the fridge, perusing the endless snacks therein. (a communal space made them communal snacks, right?) her fingers dug through the shelves, tongue clicking in an imperceptible rhythm. peach? it looked sweet, it looked like hers now. she snatched it from it’s place and gave the remaining food a once over. this was surely enough, plus one peach wouldn’t be that missed, right?

        MAYBE somewhere deep down she might even feel a little bit bad, but even the footsteps rounding the corner into the room didn’t stop her from sinking her teeth into the pale flesh. she simply turned toward the noise. her relatively blank stare met the face attached to the steps and she watched unwavering, peach resting in her hand, which has lowered considerably. not even a second had passed before the silence felt overwhelming. “uh... hey,” she mumbled, muffled behind another bite. pause. “it’s rude to stare, you know.”

[yjtaemin-blog]

    taemin was stood outside of the game store’s window. his eyes looking at the new console that has just come out. he had been anticipating the release of it for months. he really wished that he was able to afford it but he would have to work so many hours at the flower shop to even get a chance to afford that. he had bills to pay, food to eat ( he has an unhealthy habit of always eating out ), and bus tickets to pay for.  “ i wish i didn’t have responsibilities, ” he muttered to himself. his face was practically squished against the glass. if he would have snapped out of it, he would be embarrassed and be quick to leave. 

    the game put him in a trance, one that a witch would cast on someone who defied her. it was like the game was pulling him in. bystanders were probably laughing at him at this point. he turned to a random stranger passing by “ why do they make these systems so expensive and then they charge so much for the games you can actually play on them? it makes no sense, “ his lips once neutral soon turned into a pout, he seemed like a whining kid. all over a stupid gaming console.