&& i'm firewalking

            “OH, BELIEVE me, i’m exhausted right now,” naeun responds, “the only thing that keeps me going is the thought of good booze,” she jokes. running a hand through her hair, “if you think i look good right now, you should see hayoon...pulling all nighters and still radiant as fuck,” the female shakes her head at the mention of her team leader.

            “TIME WILL tell...” weizhe shrugs gently, “i’m hoping that his new friends he found at his company will become his new family -- they’re rowdy but good,” he nods. he’s met a few of them and they, while there were still language barriers, supported one another and stood with one another...weizhe knows he can trust the people there to keep his younger brother safe and give minzhe a safe place to go when in need. lips pulled taut, “i can only pray my parents get over their pride and their traditional thinking to see that the world is changing,” weizhe murmurs, “it’s not the 1900′s anymore,” he states, as he would say to his parents, reminding them that what was OKAY in their days no longer FLEW in the current age. at the mention of dessert, soft laughter bubbles from the male’s lips, “you’re very good at the distraction thing. i would love some ice cream,” he agrees happily, willing to find something to temporarily forget about his familial headaches.

            “HERE,” ZHANGJING gestures to his torso, “and here,” he pinches his thighs to show the weight gain, it wasn’t much. his viewers always -- without fail -- comment about how he ate so MUCH but never seemed to gain any weight. they were always asking him to reveal his secrets about his weight management but zhangjing had none...sometimes his friends would drag him out to the gym but that was about it. well, maybe it had something to do with the fact that zhangjing often traveled on FOOT or BIKE when filming but he didn’t think so.             “THAT’S WHAT friends are for, i guess,” he offers a lopsided grin in response. “almost there,” he nods, gesturing to down the street. it honestly wasn’t a long walk ( which was good, he was starving ), “but the same sentiment is extended to you,” he continues, “if there’s anything i can help with, let me know.”

            HIS APARTMENT wasn’t large, there weren’t many places johnny could hide nor run around...of course, they can make circles around one another around the furniture but aldus didn’t own much to do that for long either so when he finally entered the living room, he sees the other kneel and conceded.             GRINNING WHEN he finally cornered johnny, “finally !! you surrendered !!” he cheers, reaching out with the paintbrush to paint a stroke over the taller’s nose. nodding in contentment of his work, aldus holds out a hand to help the kneeling male up from the ground...now both of them sported a splotch of paint across their face. “now we’re even,” he nods.

            A GENTLE lift of her shoulders, “guest or not, we’re all here to learn from one another,” arys said, sitting up again, “i’m sure your regimen will keep us very busy and train us very well,” she comments, standing from her seat. while she easily spotted the problems and flaws of the numerous soldiers that made up her unit and her own superiors readily pointed out her flaws to her, she was glad to accept a THIRD PARTY, someone unaffected by their way of doing things, someone from another area to survey them and assist them in mitigating and ameliorate any sort of flaws and issues they had as a group ; it’d help them be a better group despite their ‘differences’. “i am also sure i’ll enjoy the exercises you’ve prepared,” she nods, “i’ll be under your guidance for these next few days,” arys states, bowing to the male. gesturing to the door, “if you’d like, i can introduce you to the unit and we can help you get settled in before we start,” she offers.

            “YOU SEEM to have everything here,” tadashi jokes, “cake and now panna cotta,” he shakes his head, “is this the FOURTH DIMENSION or something ??” he asks, setting down his fork. “i would love to try...though, i have no doubt whatever you make tastes great, evident by the cake,” he waves to the half-finished slice ( he definitely intends on finishing it ).

            LIWEI SHRUGS, “there’s a lot of odd things back home,” he responds, back home being CHINA. there were salty pancakes and salty soybean milk...there were TONS. “it’s not that bad to be honest...kinda bland in flavor other than the salt,” he comments. pondering on hua’s questions, “not..particularly. i kinda hang around caden-hyung or grayson-hyung when they’re in the kitchen but they don’t really trust me to make anything without burning the building down.” the rapper shakes his head.

            “DEFINITELY,” SHIORI agreed, why regret something when one wanted to enjoy it ?? that only made the experience worse. pausing to ponder the other’s query, “i’m sure they do have alcohol of sorts there,” he nods, it served FULL meals so they had to offer beverages with it. moving towards the exit, he held open the door for shou, “walks are definitely nice in this weather,” he nods, looking at the scenery, following behind the male once they left.

            “IN THIS season, i have at least six cups of caffeine a day,” he declares as if it’s the most NORMAL thing to say. looking at the list he had been making, he pauses and looks up, “yes. in addition to making sure my brother doesn’t get himself arrested,” he said, people think he’s joking but no, he’s not...hiro had a poor tendency to get mixed up with the wrong crowd. “food ??” he asks, “i’ll pay you back...” he said, he was starving but he didn’t want to just stop working abruptly.

            THE ROUGH tug of his hair elicits a choked moan, jingfu knew how to get him going and he knew how zhangjing TICKED. eager to please, zhangjing did at the other demanded, trying to relax his jaw and hollow his cheeks out as he took in the other’s cock. jingfu was perfectly huge for zhangjing and he LOVED it...the way the vocalist just stretches him out whenever jingfu filled him.             “MM...” he groans, readjusting his position so he could take more of jingfu in his mouth. zhangjing could get tired of eating certain things but there was one TASTE he could never get tired of -- jingfu. willing himself to not CHOKE, he let out a shaky breath as he felt the tip hit the back of his throat, eyes flickering upwards to take in the other’s visage.

            “YOU’RE SO mean !!” she whines, moving to punch the photographer in the arm ( and missing ). “i tried my best, y’know ??” she said, crossing her arms to pretend to SULK over his words, “when you need a model next time, i hope you never find one !!” she said, almost as if it’s a threat.