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It’s not typical of Sehun to draw attention to himself with his wardrobe choices. The colors he typically wears are mild: gray, navy, black, white. But to bring in some hue he’ll usually toss on a bright baseball cap or a lengthy coat. Otherwise in comparison to the other members, Sehun’s fashion statement is on the quieter side. (However, it seems to have the opposite effect on his fans.)

“It does, you’re right,” Sehun agrees as he peers down at himself. Zebra print skinny jeans? He obviously hadn’t been thinking straight that morning. They were too tight- most likely, they weren’t even his. “What should I do? Is there at least a store nearby? I feel like a zoo animal on display in these….For real.”

         ( `&. JJK ) — Zebra pants. Now, that’s what Jungkook calls a fashion statement. It’s the sort of thing a coordi-noona would slap him in, and cross her fingers and pray he looks sort of appealing. But he doesn’t, No one looks appealing in zebra pants. Not even Oh Sehun himself. But maybe that’s just Jungkook’s opinion! Don’t mind him. 

( ♡ ) “Speak for yourself.” Fingers absentmindedly brushing her hair from her face, she eyes the mess they’ve made, thrown into a moment of brief contemplation.  “Hmm.  Okay….Try putting the snowmen somewhere near the top so we’ll have more space.  I’m determined to untangle these darn lights before the day’s over.” A soft sigh slips out as she lowers herself onto the ground.  “Trust me! This job’s for two- we don’t need anyone else’s help.”

      ( `&. JJK ) — Who’s bright idea was it to assort this bunch together to decorate the building? The crew consists of Jungkook, Mina, three other idols, and a handful of staff members. Jungkook’s got his white sweater sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a flurry different colored paints dabbed across the cotton, and his bare forearms. Well, no one ever said he was a perfect incarnate of Vincent Van Gogh’s expertise. 

      TWICE’s lead dancer had been struggling with Christmas lights an hour prior, and Jungkook had taken it upon himself to help her. Now they’re both engrossed in their paired teamwork. And it doesn’t seem to be going too smoothly. Jungkook has perched himself on the tips of his toes, trying to prop a snowman plushie on a shelf where a plant had been. “Yeah,” he huffs. “I definitely have an eye for this kind of thing. No problem.”

⧂ 30 minutes. 30 minutes that were horribly spent talking to what she thought it was a friend but ended up being a wall. ❝ Thirty minutes, huh? ❞ She asked and then, with a innocent and bright smile of hers, shifted until she was completely next to him, and finally, nudged his stomach just a bit harshly with a glare.  ❝ Hey, it’s not fair! I’ve been telling you about my worries for half an hour and you ignored them? Fine. Have it your way. You’re not going to another concert of ours. I’ll tell them you’re a thief. ❞ She huffed at them, attempting not to laugh.

      ( `&. JJK ) — “Why are you fussing? You can sleep soundly tonight knowing that I won’t tell anyone.” The young man chuckles a bit sheepishly, crow’s feet crinkling at the outer corner of his eyes. Truthfully, with a world tour coming up, his mind is occupied with a lot uninvited guests: to name a few, three particular loud guests are Concern, Excitement, and Impatience. Nothing that he’ll exactly express discontent about aloud, anyway. 

[ sms: Handsome ♥ ] Okay! I’ll be there soon  

  —☾ Leo stuffs himself into a pair of tattered jeans, pulling them hastilyover the boxers he had been lounging around in. The jeans ride a little lowon his hips, but the length of the oversize hoody he tugs over his head easilycompensates for what the pants lack. It only takes just a few minutes afterreceiving the text message from Nate for Leo to be out the door, tripping over himself like an excited puppy in his haste to leave.

           Having no car, Leo resorts to the skateboard tucked under his armfor transportation. It’s a little obnoxious, trying to weave safely through thedense current of people on a busy city street, but he manages to propel hisway down the sidewalk towards Nate’s home with stars in his eyes. He thinks he feels something genuinely like love when he glances downat his phone and catches a glimpse at his wallpaper— a photo of them he had taken. The adoration in his expression is obvious.Painfully so. 

“CHORONGGIE!” He laughs, “How are you?” He blinks, “Your only friend..?” 

You’re an adult…

Yes, child, I am an adult!

He hummed in question at the girl until he looked down at how her belongings were set on the only empty seat on the bus. He truly didn’t mind standing, but he appreciated the gesture and sat down next to her. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. I haven’t taken the bus in a long time, I can’t believe how crowded it is at this time.”