#&venture

in rhythm with @jonghyuna ─

“this weather is pretty ridiculous,” yoongi murmurs his assent at the other’s statement, picking at a loose thread of his thin sweater as he glared up at the sky. complaining about the weather, though, never solves anything, so he keeps himself quiet for the most part as he listens to the other. he gets an idea while he’s half-tuning out of the conversation. sitting up, yoongi tilts his head with a small smile. “you know what beats the warm weather? popsicles. c’mon, sunbae. convenience store popsicles, on me.”

in rhythm with @tzuchu ─

he’s not being cocky, per se, but yoongi does recognize the power of good music and a multitude of fans. therefore, he sits confidently that their group is going to have a significant impact on the way bands are promoted. “possibly,” he murmurs, eyes closing to envision the stage again, to all the people screaming his name, to his parents watching his concert for the very first time. “it may be minute to everyone else, but it’ll be a big of enough dent for us. we take what we can for our name.”

in rhythm with @genmyeon ─

“um.” yoongi, at first, doesn’t even dignify to answer the other’s question. the answer’s pretty obvious, anyway ─ doesn’t matter if it’s a celebrity or a college student, (half) nudity is frowned down upon harshly unless it’s part of some sort of media skit. then again, he realizes that it doesn’t even affect him, so he’s back to eating his food in peace and giving the other a nonchalant shrug. “society never stopped people from doing it anyway.”

in rhythm with @89tys ─

“ah ─ i actually haven’t.” on their small rest time after coming back from the tour, yoongi’s just been sticking to his normal routine. going to the same places day in and day out, eating similar meals each time. it’s about time he breaks the unusual cycle. what better way to do it with weird-looking cake? “but it sounds interesting. can you share the address with me?”

in rhythm with @manoliz ─

maybe this is the deities’ sick, twisted way to invoke karma on him, but he really doesn’t have time for this. he mutters this much to the younger as he rubs his temple with two fingers. yoongi hasn’t even had his coffee yet today. he feels ready to murder, probably looks the part, too. “just tell me where it is,” he repeats, voice exhausted and annoyed as he reaches a hand up to tousle his hair while frowning a bit.

in rhythm with @baecheou ─

ah, shit. caught red handed. yoongi turns around with both hands up in the universal sign of surrender. in his hands is the reason of suspicion. he holds a small popsicle in his left hand, having been the last one who received a popsicle from the convenience store. in this heat, anyone would want the popsicle, and joohyun’s no exception. but he finds no bone in him to feel remorseful, pouting as he opens the package and takes a bite. “whoops.”