guilty pleasure

“Huh?” Heeyeon ceased wiggling along to the song playing on the speakers, and turned to look at him. Maybe this was a situation to be embarrassed about, but being the slightly messy eater she was, it wasn’t anything new anymore. “Where?” She brought her hand up to wipe along her chin, looking at him for any indication that she got whatever it was.

Send me one of the following: !

"Scoot over and share the blankets!"

"Do you want some cocoa?"

"Here, you can have my jacket. It's too cold out to be wearing short sleeves."

"I need a hug."

"Your feet are cold!"

"Can I play with your hair?"

"You make a good pillow."

"You know, you have really bad morning breath."

"Are you ticklish?"

"You don't mind sharing a bed, do you?"

"Hold still--! You've got something on your face."

"I really don't get why you're single."

"Can we hold hands? I forgot my gloves."

"Do you want to spend the night?"

"Here, get under my umbrella!"

This wasn’t the first time they had an encounter, their first meeting being an interview on Music Bank. During the short amount of time before the show they never had the adequate chance to strike up a conversation, only exchanging the small gaze of hey we should talk some time. And that time would be sooner than they expected.

Schedules were hard to maneuver around, especially since it often looked fishy for a male and female idol to be alone together, especially when the both of them weren’t under the same company. Taking advantage of the lucky free time after yet again another music show she crept her way through the halls, making her way to a certain area that she assumed N.Flying was located at.

His backside was easy to recognize, and once her assumptions proved to be correct she tapped against his shoulder hoping to catch his attention. “Boo!” Once gathering his attention she had a wide smile on her face, both of her hands frantically waving around. “Thought you saw the last of me, huh?” Their was a hint of humour in her voice, and for a few moments they just went back-and-fourth talking about whatever came to mind. I just wanna look good for you. “What do you mean, look good for me? Ah, are you saying this because you got a little sweaty?” She raised her hand up to point at some of the fluorescent lights above them, hoping he wouldn’t feel so bad about something so natural. “You look fine! Everyone’s appearance ends up a little messy after performances anyway.”

Packing his things to go in the room whose door had been wide open because of the incoming traffic of fashion coordinators and managers of nflying, Kwangjin had been in the middle of zipping up his precious bass guitar, securing it in the bags confinements. It was a long day of work and while he would typicalyl head straight home for possibly even more practice, he knew he had plans to meet up with a fellow rookie.

Poor Nayeon didn’t even realize he had been making a move on her during their random glances back stage. When their eyes met, Kwangjin would raises his brows, mouthing simple things only for Nayeon to reply with an eager smile. Of course he was looking for friends, but there was no denying she was undeniably cute! Little did she know, she was about to walk into a giant grease fest, complimentary of Kwangjin himself. 

Really? Hm… I don’t know… The thing is, I don’t trust you FNC bassist guys… you’re going to end up kidnapping the bear and hold it for ransom… like what your friend Jungshin did with my dog. 

[ MSG -> Kwangjin ] How are you even alive? It’s so early.

[ TXT - Seolhyunnie; Who’s going to take over the world ] hey! i was supposed to be here at this time for practice, and i actually got here before any of the other members. this is first for me you know!