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There’s just a lot going on with school and the lunar new year with family over and I just started a new job... its just pretty hectic and i’m honestly too tired to do replies rn but hopefully I will be back to write with all you lovelies soon

It took Taeyeon all she had not to let a huge pout take control of her mouth. She had no idea why, but she felt the need to protect Stephanie just like the other did to her. Perhaps it was the need to pay her back somehow. And besides, it was late and cold outside and dangerous for a lady to walk alone- probably the exact mindset the younger acted upon when deciding to take her home. Who knew how long the tea time would turn out to be, she couldn’t just leave like that. “Do you have to be somewhere in the morning?” asking in a quiet tune, the dark haired woman tried to hide her disappointment. 

Taeyeon could not contain her mood swings now when she had so few control over everything that surrounded her and every thought that crossed her mind. But her daily life was indeed a race of trying to catch her feelings and put them in their place without spilling much tea around everybody else that dealt with her. If it was something that her strict life as an idol taught her it was that sometimes being a grey it’s better than being a black or a white. “To the pillow fort.” the brunette rose a hand in the air, her index finger pointing her apartment building, or what was visible of it. “We can get you in bed too, you seem tired. Have you been working?” being completely unbable to be bothered by anything, she looped her arm around the other’s and started walking to the right direction.

She almost felt bad after her eyes registered the other’s troubled stance after her words made it out of her mouth and she spend the entire alone time thinking about apologizing, then trying to find a way to do it without being too rude or invasive. Yet, when Stephanie returned with her goodie bag back, her winning smile in place, the brunette couldn’t help but to get cheerful and excited. “You are my guardian angel, I swear to God.” jumping a couple of times in her spot, Taeyeon clapped her hands and giggled a squeaky laugh. “Thank you a lot!”

He shrugged, a smirk on his lips, “Well, I like all of them. You can’t deny me the pleasure of taking you out in every single dress – it just means that we’ll have to do this more often.” Most of the others girls he’d taken out would have expected to be showered by Zacharie Kwon but, of course, he’d somehow taken interest in the one girl who seemed hesitant. It was refreshing though, and he wasn’t planning on letting it stop her anyway. The assistants had already taken the dresses to be packed and couriered back to his apartment; after all, he was a regular and they knew he took his girls home.

“You know we’re not done yet, right?” Zacharie added, gesturing across the street - Manolo Blahnik and Cartier, “You can’t go there with no shoes and all right?”

Stephanie had her lips parted and arms outstretched, ready to stop the employees from taking all the dresses but before she could even utter a word, her inner voice stopped her. Don’t make their job harder than it already is. And with that, her mouth snapped shut and she dropped her arms to her sides. She looked back to Zacharie, her bottom lip near trembling as her voice came out in barely a whisper, “Dummy”.

She got the look on Stephanie’s face and without any doubt, it made the older woman regret she had previously opened her mouth to offer that much information. With a sigh falling off her lips, Taeyeon rubbed her forehead in disbelief and disappointment towards herself. “I will go with anything you choose. I trust you.” with more than picking a flavour for a juice actually. There was not other way. Playing with her fingers, she waited patiently, looking around to scan the surroundings with her gaze still slightly blurred.

     “Of course I’m not just being nice.” He tried to stay serious but ended up laughing as he pat her shoulder. How was he supposed to stay completely serious? Happiness was contagious. It was a victory. She was proud it was executed. Might as well join in. “You should be happy you got it. I only taught it to you. You worked your butt off.” He took some credit but it was up to other people to pull it together or not. That was the other part of his job. Making them successful. He moved away a little to grin at her. “It’ll be a great show if you all get on that level. Are you worried anymore?”

Those who didn’t know him better would have considered him somewhat a casanova. Zacharie had a way with women, a talent for a game of push-and-pull, but actually maintaining a relationship was a different kind of story. He was almost silent as she came out to show him the dresses, each one more beautiful than the last, and the faint smirk on his lips slowly grew. Eventually, Stephanie would probably find all four of these dresses waiting for her at home but - for the sake of the event - Zacharie pointed to the one most suitable.

“Let’s go wit the red,” he suggested, “Just daring enough for you to stand out on the red carpet and just conservative enough so that Song Joongki isn’t trying to steal you off like he did my last date.” Standing, he approached her, leaning in with a wink, “By the way, it didn’t work.” Turning to address the store owners again, he signalled to them, “Have the red prepared for tonight and the others delivered to the lady’s apartment.”

“Ah, ne… you see-” scrunching her nose a little, allowing deep wrinkles to form on her forehead too, Taeyeon nervously rubbed her fingers together in an exaggerated reaction. “I don’t go around the streets just like that. Tonight was a… special occasion.” For stupid whims and mindless ambition. “You know how people can get if I don’t…hide my face and stuff like that to stay incognito.” It was as awkward and unpleasant as it could get for the idol, so she preferred to shop once a week, late at night on secluded place or have someone else do it for her.

            apologies did n o t h i n g . they served no propose nor did they make the situations any better.   it’s those two little words that irk Yongguk like never before as his hand reaches out for the tweezers.   they are words he had heard being uttered to him one too many times by his mother as he was in his hold ;   watching the life slip out  her.   they were words that triggered him .  he hadn’t even allowed his brothers to utter those words in front of them in tough situations.  ❛ why the fuck are ya apologizin’ for ? ❜ was he the one that aimed && fired ? no .  her names wasn’t written behind the reasons of his lacerations && the wounds placed upon him.  a deal gone wrong it was.  ❛ apoloigizin for shit like this ain’t gonna fix it ,steph. ❜  his eyes directed away from the beauty he had grown to have this – unique relationship with . one of toxic nature ; which was why he still wondered why the fuck he came to her as he  used the tweezers to pull out the piece of glass sticking out of his side.  A growl of a g o n y ripping past his lips , as his hand immediately went to toss the bloodied tweezers && glass to the side && applied pressure to the wound.  his vision was horribly blurry ;  chest raising && falling too fast for his liking.  he knew he wouldn’t be able to close the wound on his own. his trembling hand to his side was an indication of that.      ❛ use the rubbin’ alcohol&& pour it over my side to disinfect then i am going to want you to grab a needle , sterilize it over the stove  , grab some thread  && stitch me up, steph.  ❜ he panted quietly , licking his parched lips.  ❛if you want to be a use , do that for me steph.  I’ll walk ya threw but fuckin’ shit i can’t do it on my own. ❜

his dark orbs scan over the texts received on his end and it surprises him that she was just reclining back with her cat just as he’s doing in that exact moment. talk about sync. before his fingers work diligently to work up a response, his head tilts backwards until it settles against the couch cushion as he ponders for a brief moment. keisuke has always thought everyone spent their christmas surrounded by love ones and completely forgot to factor the idea that there are people that actually spend their holidays alone whether it be their choice or something inevitable. perhaps, there are people with their love ones far from their reach or they just enjoy their solitude. he might as well make the best out of the day and have company over.

[ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i’m glad to hear that :”) [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i can relate to that so well [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] so you’re not doing anything but just chilling with your cat? that’s… surprising [ ᵐˢᵍ // ˢᵗᵉᵖʰᵃᶰᶦᵉ ] i’m just doing the same, but i’m the sad male version of you T.T

to be entirely truthful, he didn’t want to spend his first christmas alone (excluding his beloved cat). he wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what to do or how to do anything. what were christmas traditions? the male was clueless since the only education he’s received was through the television or just from people watching. his fingers itched to ask her if she wanted to come over to his place to hang out as going out and about wasn’t in the list of options. what would they do? that was a decision he was going to leave for stephanie. the boredom that struck him for the past hour rapidly led to impatience, causing him to click on her contact name and next thing you know he’s hearing the line ring. before she can even say hello, he shoots her with questions at lightning speed. “are you free right now? you want to do something? it kinda sucks being alone on this particular day. it’s okay if you’re not down.”

Her eyes scanned her phone, reading the messages from Keisuke. When did he get a cat? She looked over at her sleeping Princess and whispered, “Do you wanna have a playdate? Kei has a cat now too!” The woman had gotten quite good at talking to herself through her pet. She thought that maybe she should invite him over-- the thought of spending yet another Christmas alone was kind of sad; just because she was used to it, didn’t mean she had to like it.

[ draft » kei ] aw don’t be sad! you should come ov

It was unbelievable how quick Stephanie’s proposal managed to encourage the older female. “Yes, we can!” she exclaimed in a silly manner, rising one index finger as she followed the other. Her inner wish to avoid suffering from a cruel hangover the next day was probably obvious but she didn’t care. Or more like, she was oblivious to the image she was showing. “There is, for sure  but… I don’t go there often.” skipping her way to catch the long haired female before she fell behind., Taeyeon confessed, her voice barely over a whisper once more.

( tao ) — he wasn’t saying what he did for sympathy nor pity…he didn’t know why he said it but it was the honest truth. he hated himself because he couldn’t prevent what happened to his reputation and he questioned why he took yifan’s offer to join exo. “….but i do,” he said, “i hate myself.” he repeated, eyes dropping to the other’s hand.