imagine.

she’s so excited.

eunbi loves makeovers more than—most things, really (not herself though). it’s one of her passions, visual aesthetics and image upkeep had always been something she was into, to the point of being almost dramatic about it. so when she brings up the idea to yugyeom, she’s bouncing, so excited at the idea and she’s even more excited that he agrees.

yugyeom is too good to her, really; she knew she kept him around for good reasons.

“a quick dye and a tutorial i found on insta. it was really cute, and you’re cute i guess—so i’m gonna try it out on you.” she says it so nonchalantly, as if they had been discussing the weather. she studies the directions of dye idly, gaze flickering over before she begins to stir the bottle contents together. “hope you like purple. the color is pretty—and it’s not that…gaudy color either. it’ll be nice and it’ll go with your skin and everyone will eat you up.” she pauses, and adds “and you’ll make my pictures look more aesthetic.” as an after thought.

once the contents are added together, she tugs gloves over her hands and hums, pulling up her sleeves as she gathers the dye bottle in her hand and makes her way over to the male. she moves in front of him, offering a perfect placed smile—red lips twitching into a grin. “you trust me right? i promise i won’t make you look hideous.”

yugyeom suddenly wants to find a hole to crawl into. he’s dyed his hair before, sure, but never a colour as wild as the one eunbi was suggesting. purple, of all things. black and a deep brown was the most adventurous he’d ever get on his own, so he swallows thickly and warily eyes the bottle in the girl’s hands. the colour looks dubious, almost dark and threatening when he cranes his neck to peer into the contents of the bottle. “i do like purple. i’m just not sure if i like it in my hair...” he mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else. 

he takes in a deep breath and tries to relax as much as he can in his seat. yugyeom tilts his head back so he can meet eunbi’s gaze, albeit somewhat nervously. he finds his own lips twitching, but downwards in a grimace that he tries hard to hold back. it’s kind of almost exciting, so yugyeom tries to focus on that feeling instead. 

“and i do trust you... well, it can’t be that hard, can it?” especially if it’s been posted as a tutorial on instagram. he manages a smile of his own and leans back in his chair. eunbi has done him no wrong so far, so he’s mostly still quite optimistic about it. besides, there’s no getting out of this now. 

Just as he pulled away, Bambam went in for another hug holding Yugyeom a bit tighter and closer. When he finally released him, he stepped back and chuckled at his friend. “You know I didn’t forget you~” If had thought that Yugyeom was even just a little serious he’d be making a ton of apologies but the smile on his face washed all his worries away. “You sound like your having fun though.” He started to walk towards the kitchen, glancing backwards to make sure Yug was following.

“We’ll go up to my room in a second but did you want something to drink?” He had already started to grab a water bottle for himself. “I’ve been okay, just say in and day out training.”

Yugyeom can only smile even wider as he’s pulled in for yet another hug. It’s just as well that Bambam was the hugger out of the two of them. He’d never been one for skinship himself, until Bambam at least. “Of course I knew, silly.” He follows the smaller boy into the kitchen, pausing at the entrance and leaning his weight against the doorway. 

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the end of the year had took everything out him. it wasn’t crazy to say he had been working like a dog because they had been working them like dogs. but it was over for a little and he had some time to rest at home for a little. that wasn’t his plan for tonight anyway, he was going to hang out with yugyeom. he had been feeling lonely but that was because he pulled himself away from everything to focus on nova. tonight was going to change that, even if was only a bit.

as soon as yugyeom stepped through the doors he wrapped his arms around the other. “how have you been? i missed you.” it was all his fault really, it felt so lonely at times it was hard to forget he had a few friends. “i’m sorry i’ve been so distant lately.”

yugyeom had packed an overnight bag, toothbrush, an extra set of clothes, all the necessary things and a couple of other not so necessary things. midnight snacking is a thing, right? he’s quite excited, really. it had been far too long since the last time he’d hung out with bambam. usually he would be far too shy to admit it out loud, but it really had been way too long. with not a moment’s hesitation, yugyeom finds himself returning the hug tightly as he laughs softly. “i missed you too, dork. can’t believe you forgot i existed,” he huffs, but his tone is light. he doesn’t blame bambam for anything, he knows it’s tough. 

hair tied up into a cute little lazy bun, jieqiong twirls a few stray hairs with anxious fingers. despite her nervous twirling, she shoots the other a smile - attempting to play off any feeling of doubt or fear with the light curve of her lips. “yes, yugyeom. i’m not a baby i’ll be fine.” she, in all of her eighteen years, had never been ice skating. it looked fun, even as she stood from a distance watching the couples and child skate while a few fell flat on their face. a scary but fun experience surely. though she’s not exactly sure if this is a good idea.

skates secure and nerves relatively under control, jieiqong clacks towards the rink with yugyeom - immediately taking his hand as it was offered before stepping onto the ice. instantly she wobbles and the girl shrieks in response, free hand outstretched as she shakily stands atop the ice.

he simply hums in response, playfully drawing out the syllables as he shrugs his shoulders. he hasn’t had much experience on ice himself, but his ability to keep his balance on the slippery floor would be measuredly better than the girl’s, for sure. a throaty laugh bubbles up from yugyeom’s lips as jieqiong tips forward at a dangerous angle. he immediately tightens his old on her hand, pulling her towards him a bit to make sure she doesn’t completely fall over.

Taking the subway was no problem for Sung Kyung. She had to leave her car for maintenance so she had no other option but to take public transportation for her to be able to get herself home. But as always she had to hold and eat something while she was at it. Having stopped by a vending machine to grab herself some juice to drink or maybe some cider was good too. 

 After deciding on what to drink, she waited for her juice. She’s indecisive at times so she got one of each. No one can tell her she can’t have both of them, right? But as the drinks fell, the sound of it falling against the metal interior of the machine was then covered by a different noise. 

She was sure something else fell, if not, someone. She wasn’t nosy but she felt uneasy. If you can do something to help someone, you should do it. That’s what she’s used to doing. That was the right thing to do. 

 “Oh my god! Are you okay!?” Having slipped her drinks inside the pockets of her coat. Surely it can wait, but this guy can’t. He needs help and she looked around, no one seemed interested in doing so, except for her. “Can you get up?” She asked but he was unresponsive. Grabbing his arm and helping him up, she looked around. Thinking of where she could have him to sit down. “Can you walk? We need to find you a place to sit down properly.” Sung Kyung was not in panic, instead she was worried about him. It could have been a bad fall and he could have broken a bone, which wasn’t good. “Where does it hurt?” She kept on asking questions, hoping he’d respond to them and if he wasn’t feeling well, she might as well take him to the hospital. 

“ah-” he hisses quietly as he’s pulled to his feet. he pushes himself off the ground as best he can, focusing all his weight on his uninjured leg, hopping awkwardly and flinching with each shot of pain. “just my ankle...” there’s a few bruises blooming on his poor bum, he can feel it already but that’s the least of his worries for now.

he’s not sure how much longer he can stand up like this, so he tugs on the girl’s arm gently and hobbles over to a nearby staircase, all but collapsing on the lowest step. “i don’t think there’s any need for a hospital!” he straightens up slightly at the mention of that. there’s no way he could afford going to a hospital, both monetarily and physically. he has so many classes to attend, and he depends on his work to pay his rent.

“sounds like my worst nightmare,” yoona cried. she could already imagine the other holding the fact above her head for the rest of her life. oh, it was a horrendous thought, she noted to herself, thinking that she really should make sure she was paying attention well. but then she also tells herself that this is supposed to be fun. not something to get upset over.

yoona’s body immediately began to move with the beat, and as the game started, she was careful with her moves. however, before she knew it, she’s adding the arm movements that she was so familiar with as a child, laughter from the both of them slipping from their lips. “ah, this is fun!” she cried, losing focus a bit but more because she was having fun.

he’s glad to see that both of them are enjoying the game, momentarily free from all the stakes, bets, challenges and stress of the world outside this room. yugyeom practically knows all the moves to the macarena by heart. actually, who doesn’t? his folds his arms, placing his hands on his shoulders, then hips before giving them yet another shake.