kiss and tell.

(ssinz7) lmao you’re gonna die (ssinz7) jk don’t  (ssinz7) you’ll be fine though (ssinz7) just send me your location though just in case (ssinz7) unless.. you don’t know how to do that :p

her hands coming into contact with his and grasping them in an attempt to warm them up had shocked him, but he gradually got over it and he honestly couldn’t help but smile softly as she even began to rub them.  woojin just simply watched her with a small smile playing across his features at her sweet gestures.   ❝ yah, you don’t need to do that. ❞   he told her lightly.  if it was anyone else who were to grab his hands to warm them, maybe he would have removed his hands away after politely declining the offer.  but with her, he can’t decline even if he wanted to because the gesture was too sweet and cute.

  Even as a kid, it really was in his nature to be helpful. The manners instilled in him by his now deceased parents still stayed after they’ve passed, thankfully. “It does, doesn’t it? All I need is armor… Or maybe a katana. Then I could be a samurai knight.” He joked around, smiling a little that his pearly whites showed. Meeting new people was always so anxiety-inducing for the male, but he didn’t really feel that with her. Perhaps it was because she liked to keep the coversation going? Nevertheless, he felt at ease and he was more than thankful for it.

“Right, they’re nice. I actually got lost one time and a bunch of ahjummas helped me get home.” He shared, recalling the memory of the five old ladies who taught him the way to his home from the city proper. Whether they took a liking to Shinji and his looks, or they were bored— he was glad that there were people as helpful as him in the world. A certain place she mentioned then catches his interest, “New York, huh? Always wanted to see it for myself. Did you live there for a long time?” He asked curiously, eyes squinting as he did. Shinji found himself shaking his head not long after, “Ah, no, my team needs me! I can’t get lost like that…” He laughed, just the thought of him not being able to make his Taekwondo training just because he didn’t which bus to take was too funny to him.

“Or a samurai ninja! Way cooler than knights, honestly.” She didn’t even miss a beat from completely humouring him and his fantasy, wearing a wide grin of her own. Maybe he had a point, having proposed that walking was therapeutic. It very well could be with the right company. His anecdote sets her off on another round of bright laughter, wondering if he simply attracted strangers left and right. It would be impossible not to, she thinks; it would be quite difficult to miss someone so tall looking so lost. (Poor thing.)

he had been on his own in the dance studio with their music blasting as he danced, watching his own every move through the wall of mirrors and perfecting his dancing until he couldn’t perfect it no more.  the others had always told him not to practice too hard, to rest and take enough water breaks whilst he was in the dance studio alone.  he was also always told that if he didn’t answer their texts asking him to stop and come sleep for the night, that he’s done enough for today, that they’d come and find him and hope that he wasn’t passed out from exhaustion in the middle of the floor.  so when he heard his phone beep that signaled that he got a new message, he immediately thought it was one of the others asking him to stop and rest.  he moved to his phone that he had plugged into the speakers and stopped the music, unplugging his phone to look at the text.  though he couldn’t help but laugh breathily the minute he saw it and it definitely was not from one of his hyungs.

          [ text ]  that made my day.           [ text ]  and i do miss your hugs.           [ text ]  don’t mention this to my members, but your hugs are the best.

she gets to check this off her pesky to-do list, the arduous path to completion quite deserving of a mean nap. that is, if she could fall asleep with five cups of coffee running through her veins. her mouse hovers over the little floppy disk icon again, and she clicks it for the fifth, sixth, seventh time. saves it under a different name to be sure. she considers the web browser logo for a second, and then she’s stood, heading to the kitchen.

to think she’d be bored and alone on a friday night. the living room comes alive with the sounds and lights coming from the tv, illuminating what was otherwise late-night/early-morning darkness. (too late, too early.) she’s trapped between wanting to go to bed and refusing to, defeated frown playing on her lips in between sips of club soda. restless thumbs ghost over the phone screen, a semblance of a smile at the corner of her lips. (no harm, no foul. she could always blame it on the booze.)

[ sms — kwonday ] your secret is safe with me... [ sms — kwonday ] ...as long as i get a refill by tomorrow 7PM PST 😈

a stray glance at the clock precedes an afterthought of belated concern.

to taemin, everything was tiring and stressful but it was all worth it for people to love what they do and love the lyrics he’s written as well as how he’s produced things.  he knew and he’s heard all of the compliments before but her compliment had him grinning, extremely pleased with the fact that she liked it.  there were a lot of people he did and he expected praise from certain people like the members, their manager, the fans and their families.  but it felt special coming from her;  he wasn’t sure why, though.   ❝ that’s good to hear! ❞

seokjun couldn’t help but feel quite insulted at her comment and it was clearly seen in his expression;  his brows had furrowed and a frown tugged on his lips, his hand had even shot to his heart as if he was actually really hurt by it.   ❝ yah!  i’m not that heavy!  i’m not even drunk, i’m barely even buzzed! ❞   he was telling the truth, though.  yeah, he did drink, but it wasn’t much of anything, really.  just a few sips here and there and that was it.

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