rinse and repeat

♥ ——- “I know you want to drive it…I can see it in your eyes…but I can’t just let you do something so dangerous.” especially when his entire life revolved around the flashy ferrari. he was a street racer through and through, the very idea of them even touching his precious steering wheel was giving him the symptoms of a heart attack. “do you know what I’ll do if something happens? I would have to kill you and dump your body in an alleyway…do you want that? no…so lets just say we did and then we won’t…and I’ll let you ride in the passenger seat to wherever you want to go. deal?” 

❝ i think it’s an appropriate amount of fuss. ❞ she argues. when he steps closer to her again, she decides to stay cemented in place this time, knowing that if she moved away that would potentially give him some sort of power over her ( or at least that was what her brain was telling her would happen ) but mostly, she was just irritated that none of her insults seemed to even phase him. ❝ i am not. i was simply just pointing out obvious things. — & besides, i argue with everyone. ❞ the last bit isn’t exactly a lie, but she would also be lying if she said that she wasn’t even a little bit intrigued. ❝ lunch ? ❞ she scoffs, eyes widened in shock at the suggestion. ❝ i mean, first of all — don’t call me that. & well, i don’t even know you. you could be a murderer or a perv or… something. ❞

youngjae probably shouldn’t even find the other boy humorous in anyway, but he can’t help it — a small smile gracing his features. ❝ you’re a brat. ❞ he puts simply, running a hand through the silver strands of his hair, gaze never leaving the other boy. ❝ since when has me not caring ever stopped you from doing anything ? seems unlike you, i’ve gotta say i’m disappointed. ❞ 

she can feel her face fall into a deeper frown at his words, & she instinctively takes a step back as the stranger steps forward. crossing her arms, mimicking his own stance. ❝ well you should, ❞ she mumbles, gaze drifting down to her feet in order to avoid looking up at him. she’s not sure why, but she just get’s a weird aura from him, one she can’t really pinpoint. ❝ special ? that’s a good joke. ❞ she sighs, pushing her hair away from her face, tucking the dark strands behind her ear as she prepares to go off on a rant. ❝ you’re not special, okay — so don’t flatter yourself. just ‘cause you’re all big and macho with tattoos and piercings and a bad dye job doesn’t mean i’m intimidated by you, nuh-uh. you bump into someone, you apologize, you move on. & you repeat the cycle. — or can your tiny pea brain not comprehend that ? ❞

WANTED PLOTS!

muse a is from a foreign country and doesn’t know how to speak the local language and is trying to order something at this restaurant muse b is at, too. so muse b offers to help and hey, is that chemistry going on between them? because people start thinking they’re actually a couple.

muse a and muse b were in love during high school and everything was good until muse a had to move to another country and now they meet again under whole new circumstances: muse a is still in love with muse b, but muse b is taken… and super happy with this other person.

this horrible thunderstorm is happening and both muse a and muse b are at this other town, soaking wet and cold, and they missed the last train to their home town. to make things even better, neither of them have enough money to pay for a night at a motel, so hey, i don’t know you, but wanna share a room for tonight? (extra: both actually feel hella attracted to one another and are single)

muse a sings like an angel but is really shy so they only sing in the shower. everyday, muse b, who is their neighbor, listens to their singing and thinks muse a is actually a professional singer. one day they meet at the elevator of their building and muse b really wants to ask for muse a to sing a song for them, or just compliment them. but how will they do so without making things awkward? and to top this situation, muse a is also a lot attractive.

muse a doesn’t know how to cook and finds out an a+ chef (muse b) has just moved into their building and everyday they smell the food coming from the apartment next to them, so they decide to knock on their door and ask them to feed them/teach them how to cook decently.

muse a is allergic to something (like dogs) that muse b loves and has on their apartment and they fight all the time because they’re neighbors and muse a can’t stop sneezing but muse b doesn’t want to give that thing up, but there’s a hidden sexual tension between them too.

kaden: YEEEEEEY!!!

kaden: WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!! but i knew the answer... you can't blame me for that!!

kaden: smooches don't be mad

junsu: ur smooches saved u

junsu: don't be so damn smart next time !!!

park: hmmmmm

park: damn that was me in high school with color guard jesus

park: that's hot

junsu: do u wanna hear another riddle

junsu: color guard seriously sounds terrifying. i would hit myself in the face 50 times if i had to do it

park: same difference

park: how was it? are you hot and sweaty????

junsu: shhhhHHH, i said what i said

junsu: it was ok, im competing in a month so i was there for...four hours?

“yeah, but they do buy those random sticks, you know? the silver ones that are made for s’mores? i wouldn’t know. i have never been camping,” mino replied with a shrug. “have you been camping before? or is it just the idea of something unsanitary entering your mouth?”

kaden: OH OH OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I KNOW THAT!!!!!

kaden: it's a mailbox, right??? RIGHT?!?!?!?

junsu: YES THATS THE RIGHT ANSWER

junsu: but ur the worsttttt 😩 ur supposed to answer with "oh, i dont know, junsu! what is it?!"

park: you already said this one

park: it's like a mail man or something? no?

junsu: WRONG

junsu: i'm a mailbox, silly

junsu: but i don't remember telling it....

yeong: an idiot

yeong: don't send me riddles, you know i hate them

junsu: dont be rude :((((

junsu: IT'S A GOOD RIDDLE