i need to dry my hair. what do you think? i want toast, jingjing—
use the toaster oven—it’s occuuuuuuuuuupied, lulu. ( ` wags a finger at him, biting back a grin )

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i need to dry my hair. what do you think? i want toast, jingjing—
use the toaster oven—it’s occuuuuuuuuuupied, lulu. ( ` wags a finger at him, biting back a grin )

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i can't find the toaster...
( ` > > ) why do you need it?
• • elation : soojung
gmxchangmin:
“shim changmin, you have three seconds!”
she was drunk. drunk enough that she’d slipped into playing with the fireplace in ways that made his stomach turn—until he could swore he heard her skin cells dying in the heat—but unable to leave for fear that jung soojung would resort to worse if she believed she were alone. a bath seemed like the perfect solution, as a place where he could be in the room without being in the room.
that was until her small but loud fists collided with the door, and whining erupted from the other side—”three! two! one!”
she’d have been too fast even if he were trying. instead of the mad rush that his girlfriend was perhaps expecting, changmin dragged himself from the warm water—meant to sooth the ache in his nerves—and hit the drain before wrapping a towel around his waist. of course, no sooner than he opened the door did he feel the first collision of a palm with his wet forehead.
slap!
"what is it?"
he wasn’t going to pretend like it didn’t sting—
she’s uncharacteristically drunk.
uncharacteristically, because the likes of jung soojung never gets drunk. buzzed and tipsy, maybe, but not full blown wasted—at least, not when it came to alcohol, that was more of her boyfriend’s forte—as it was, however, the telekinetic was a little too inebriated to think properly. undoubtedly a good thing, seeing as she didn’t want to think too much about yetis and what not anyway. instead, soojung found herself standing before the bathroom door, small singed fists pounding against the wood separating her and her naughty boyfriend.
“three, two, one!”
she’s counting extremely quick, even she knows that, delicate brows strung together in impatience as her lips pucker, giving the door a few more bangs before it opens up to reveal shim changmin in all his wet glory.
she didn’t even try to suppress the natural urge that surfaced as her palm meets his forehead with a sharp slap.
“you took too long!” it escapes in the form of a whine, slapping his forehead a few more times as she steps forward with a final slap—palm resting over his eyes. “i have something very important to ask you.” her words are slightly slurred, face hot and heart pounding with anticipation as her fingers wiggle, flying the thin metal band from her bag toward her.
“very, very, very important.” soojung draws on, growing a bit flustered as she thinks about the specifics--what should she do? should she get down on one knee? but then he’ll be able to see—that’s not going to be surprising is it?
ah—fkaushdufhsdukh.
“suuuuuuuuuuuuper important….”
now she’s just dragging it out in order to summon up enough nerve.
“likereallysuperimportantmatterslikewillyoumarrymemyonlyloveshimchangmin.”
she moves quick after the mouthful, sliding the band on his left hand with her free hand as a drunkenly pleased giggle follows.
wait, that’s the wrong order.
she was supposed to wait for a response first, wasn’t she?
❝ — ᴀᴘʀès ᴍᴏɪ
gmxmyungsoo:
october 24, 2014 | 12:14pm
(. swallows his hesitation—fully aware that he’d been stupid in choosing to avoid them all this time—and approaches the young woman outside the building where he knows she lives; hands clasping the strings of a small gift bag hidden behind his back, tightly enough that his knuckles whiten—his hand shakes as he dips his head, thick words slipping from his lips ) hi, i—i wanted to wish you a happy birthday in person… i’m so sorry i wasn’t here before— (. already, he’s at a loss for words, eyes fixed on the tips of his boots as his heart clenches wildly ) i—happy birthday, soojung. (. at last, he meets her eyes, gaze glassy as he takes in all the subtle changes that age has brought her in the past two years ) i got you something; it isn’t much but… (. he places the bag in her hands, not quite paying mind to how his fingertips rattle with pure nerves; instead, he wonders if she’ll like what’s inside—a simple bracelet with a number of charms painstakingly chosen to hang from the chain; a cloud for jinri, an open circle for han, a bead with the exact same shade that ravi’s hair had been once upon a time; and next to it a small bird; tinted black, a tiny flame for char—as badly as he teased him—, a tiny replica of a stuffed owl (for link, and for yura), two wine glasses for the ever infamous siblings, a lightening bolt for jaehwan, a book for the girl genius, and lastly, a tiny snowflake near the end of the chain, just beside the clasp—it was presumptuous, of course, to include himself in such a history but somewhere within the depths of the ice was a flicker of hope. somewhere } i hope you like it.
( ` to say she was surprised to see kim myungsoo before her would have been a complete understatement — the telekinetic was elated among the strongest feeling of bewilderment, mind flooding with questions of when did he arrive or why does kim myungsoo now look far more fragile than she remembered. and all of the sudden — she’s worried, stemming solely from the emotion that naturally surfaces the better of a look she gets of him, pausing only when his lips part to address her. ) — ( ` soojung wasn’t exactly sure what to say, eyes flicking over weary features as she takes a shaky breath past the growing lump in her throat, gaze lowering to fixate on the gift laid in her hands for a brief moment—touched, if anything, that he had remembered. but for the duration two admittedly easier to live when always moving—never thinking—years, a gift wasn’t what she was looking for from her old mentor. now, if only she knew how to put it into words—though it wasn’t that simple was it?—still, it is on a whim (really, it’s more of an urge) that the telekinetic steps forward—slow and hesitant before she thinks, to hell with it—fingers curling around the bag as she throws her arms (and herself, honestly) around the male, puling him into a tight hug ) i can’t believe you’re here. ( ` the confession is quiet, gushed, voice borderlining shaky as she presses her face into the crook of her mentor’s neck — relief washing through her with his appearance, at the very least, it means he’s alive. he’s okay. he’s here. out of the number of people that had left her, he came back. ) ssaem—i missed you so much. ( ` a sniffle, for jung soojung is still as emotional as ever. ) i’m just—i’m so glad you’re okay.
( txt ) jingjing we need to have a t a l k
( txt ) what's wrong who died
( txt ) you need condoms?

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• • safe and sound : soojung
{ ` it takes an extra five minutes to sort through her luggage in search of her thickest scarf. with a glance at the pouting young woman sitting on the edge of their bed, changmin sighs to himself and picks through lingerie—really, he didn’t know she’d bought so much—to find the long, thick mass of wool and the matching hat to accompany it } just a minute… { ` it’s almost to himself that he speaks, biting his lip as he straightens and crosses the room to tug her to stand, smiling faintly while smoothing his hand over the bulk of her jacket, assuring buttons are done and zippers zipped. and then he’s setting the hat on her head, tugging at the earflaps to cover small, pinkened lobes } that’s not so bad, is it?
( ` she's huffy for all good reasons -- nonetheless, despite seeing reason in bundling her up, soojung can't help but feel a bit pouty by the situation at hand, mentally counting the layers upon layers of clothing on her body as she stands at the tug, directing her pout up at her boyfriend even as he dresses her ) not so bad? i look like a marshmallow! ( ` stomps her foot, a whine slipping from her lips ) i'm probably going to have to waddle like a penguin out there just to get by -- is this really necessary? ( ` blows stray strands of hair out of her eyes as she reaches up, running slender fingers down his metal arm while giving her boyfriend a stern look ) not to mention you didn't nearly take care to this enough -- you're going to need a thicker sweater, changmin-ah. or maybe arm warmers... i'm pretty sure i packed some. ( ` wiggles her fingers, pulling the luggage toward her )
❝ — ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ
there’s something about waking up in a comfy bed completely not her own that is—oddly, so—pleasing as hell. although maybe it’s just because of the fact that she’s currently—technically—on a vacation. away from the busy city and work and obligations and—nightmares that occasionally drops by like an unwanted relative during the fall season. soojung resists the urge to wince within the arms of her sleeping boyfriend—she doesn’t really have any relatives left that would drop on by, now does she?—face burying into the crook of his neck for a long moment before she pulls away with a decisive huff.
times for sulking should have been left behind a long time ago.
or at least, not when they’re on vacation.
it is with that in mind that the telekinetic draws herself away the dangerously warm and welcoming (in which it almost hurts to pull away from) embrace of her boyfriend’s to slip off the bed and get dressed and maybe—well she hasn’t thought of what to do beyond getting dressed yet, but she’ll think of something.
something along the lines of going out and grabbing breakfast for the whole group of friends she has sleeping in (something tells her jinri—her early riser due to an unforgivable onslaught of nightmares buddy—didn’t even come back last night), that is.
however, even she didn’t expect the scene that greets her upon opening the door—or rather, the snowball—
“y—yah!”
the telekinetic can only sputter.
#gmxlujan im gna piss myself in public bc of u sunmi
" awwwks
he’s cringing by the time he reads the last message. was she for real ? soojung-nim ? he was scoffing as if she were in the room demanding it of him right there and then, and he even went as far to roll his eyes. but it was the sudden hundredth rumble of his disagreeable stomach that had him typing out that name and sucking up to her completely. he could only inwardly ask what the hell had become of the brotherhood trainer, what had happened to have him seated here practically begging for food from a girl younger than him. he couldn’t fathom that answer, and he only rolled his eyes as he continued tapping away at the screen.
> > > ✉ soobumerz ✩ ↪ soojung-nim, pls come bake food with me, i’m starving ~ ↪ soobum-nim B»> he hit send quickly, abandoning the phone on the couch somewhere as he took a quick glance around. tho his apartment wasn’t the cleanest, it wasn’t exactly mess that made it look untidy, instead it was the scattered piles of his work, of his hobby. quickly shoving a few of the sketch book pages under the couch, and shuffling across to the kitchen, he was quick to tidy up just the bit before the one he’d been texting came kicking through the front door.
she's trolling entirely too hard--though soojung figures that wonshik wouldn't care too much (even if he did...she didn't care enough to change her ways unless it was posing real danger to their friendship)--hence, being unable to pass up such a good chance when it's delivered to her on a silver platter. though, really, whether wonshik humored her or not, she still was going to show up as requested--they're friends when it comes down to it.
but that in no way meant that she didn't revel in his response.
( txt ) !!!!!!!!!!
( txt ) since you asked so nicely (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ)♥
and with that, she's on the move, fingers wiggling to draw the items needed from the kitchen cabinets as she slips off the couch and proceeds to dig for her flats. it takes a good five minutes, but jung soojung is soon well on her way to wonshik's apartment, the tips of her salmon colored flats grazing against the floor as she floats through the halls, finally coming to a stop in front of the door.
it takes less than a second to fiddle with the inner workings of the lock.
"NEVER FEAR--" comes the announcement of her arrival, followed by the slamming of his door against the wall as she grins down on the male broadly, continuing in the same obnoxiously loud voice. "SOOJUNG-NIM IS HERE!"
hi pls rp w soojung i am lonely

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there is no such thing as a serious game, it’s a contradiction. {` mutters back, a brow raising at the kick though he takes advantage of the distract to grasp her wrist and hold onto it, lips quirking } you won the first game! now, where did you think you were going?
shut up--don't sass me. who gave you the right? ( ` wags her finger at him, squinting playfully as her lips pucker up, blinking in surprise with the grip on her wrist as her brows furrow, lower lip jutting out ) i win all the games--and away from you, bullymin. ( ` sticks out tongue )
I wanted my fate to be human.
Jane Hirshfield, from “Like Two Negative Numbers Multiplied by Rain,” Poetry (September 2012)
thanks naeun …
please pinch me if i'm wrong but is this the same changstal in kpopxmen ~ ?
how do you still remember that — it’s been like three years; rubs your butt in slow counter clockwise motions instead of pinching you and whispers maybe into your sweet ears as these two can't be any more different from those two
//the aftermath of flight II: violet hill ,
{` shoes slip off. clothes follow piece by piece; a jacket shoved into a bag, jeans after, and the scent of blood floods his—sensitive—nose with every movement. guilt is slow to follow, if at all; understanding for the creature that he’d put down—whether it’d been man or something else entirely—fails to register beyond a vague sense of sympathy for a creature whose wings had been clipped. metallic fingertips clink against the buckle of his belt as he sets it over the back of a nearby chair, nerves ache with his extended stay in the icy air of winter. maybe he’d beg to be put out of his misery if both arms were taken. if both legs were taken. the larger part of him can’t imagine living without them, while the loudest says it’d be worth it; that son naeun wouldn’t be ashamed to call him her brother, and jung soojung wouldn’t love him any less. that part had protested the death of that creature to some degree. but not every battle could be won peacefully; particularly not an ambush, and he’d grown too much to ever be that childishly naïve again. and so, it’s in thoughtful silence that he strips away layers of blood speckled clothing and sets them inside a thick trash bag. he double-checks himself for stains before running a hand through his hair. the click of the door shutting draws his eye in the mirror, and he watches as his girlfriend slips into the room. } everything settled out there?
( ` they had made it back home safely--that much soojung is thankful for--although the struggle doesn't end there, with the two of them whom are injured in need of some sort of care and the rest needing mental reassurance more than anything. along with jinri, soojung tries best to be accommodating to their house guests for the night--with han being out for the count, it's up to them to be good hosts after all!--laying out an air mattress and setting up the couch for the trio that will be unable to share a bed with the original owners.
she tries not to raise too much of an obvious brow at the fact that her ssaem and naeun had decided to bunk together.
but finally--with everyone either tucked in or waiting for rotations of the sole bathroom--soojung finds herself making way for her own bedroom, taking note of the signs of a finishing shower session in passing before she slips in, lips already forming a smile to greet her boyfriend with. he doesn't need to know she knows -- even if it's as obvious as the blood staining his clothes. ) yup--everyone's just settling in... myungsoo oppa and naeun are bunking together, ( ` an odd expression colors her features--curiosity more of, as to where those two stand with each other--before she continues on, stepping toward her dresser. ) and ravi is taking the couch!
( ` soojung nods absently, pulling out a dark gray tee (definitely not hers--of course) and a pair of sweats (honestly, not even for her) before turning to face her boyfriend, smile curving a bit more. ) i think whoever's in the bathroom's done--it's our turn next, yeah?

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Snowboarding. It’s something that Jin has always wanted to try. But he’ll admit that if he had to choose, he would rather spend the day on the beach in the humid temperature. The idea of being wrapped up in at least three layers isn’t all that appealing to him. But snowboarding, that’s a different story. It’s at least something that he’s willing to give it a shot. From the videos he’s watched online it seems easy enough.
So here he was sitting on the side of a hill that boosts safe enough for kids. Locking his feet in the appropriate spots on the board, he stands up slowly and bends his knees. And before Jin knows it he’s sliding down the hill at a very slow pace.
she hasn't been snowboarding in far too long -- soojung realizes, most of her friends probably realize too; with the bright dancing eyes that she directs on almost every snow attraction in the resort. it looks fun -- and she will, she so will, go on every single one before the weekend's over.
in her excitement, it is jung soojung that's the first to exit her hotel room and make way for the snowy hills, a rented board tucked beneath her arm as she moves toward the smaller hills--promises to wait for the others for the bigger mountains has her settling for the kiddy ones instead. it'll be enough to tie her over till they wake up, at least!
as it was, the telekinetic was making her way down the mountain till another veers into her path, drawing a yelp from the girl as she swerves to avoid only to almost run into another, board lifting off the snow completely as she simply flies over him.
"sorry--"