#advhari

Jongkook pauses in his actions — cookie held in his hand and his mouth in the midst of biting the crispy, baked confection — as he looks back at Hari. He could feel his ears turning red in color and he hopes Hari would be too distracted to notice that. There was a slight frown on his face though. Had he been eating too much of the cookies? He’s not big on treats like this, but the cookies tasted too good to the point he didn’t mind indulging himself once in awhile. 

“They taste too good though,” he murmurs. “You try it, here.” He finishes the last bit of the cookie he had in his hand before offering the bag of cookies to Hari with a sheepish grin, and an even wider smile when he sees that she’s enjoying the cookies too.   

📢 holiday meme for @advhari 📢

“Last one down the hill has to buy hot chocolate!” 

It’s heavily snowing, windy, and too cold for comfort– aka the perfect time to go sledding down the hills surrounding the foundation. Jonghyun was so wrapped up in layers of clothing he felt like a marshmallow. Other than that he probably was going to drown in the ridiculously large scarf around his neck. His feet were getting wet since he couldn’t find his snow boots, but cold feet wasn’t going to stop him from beating Hari’s ass down these hills. 

They didn’t have actual sleds, of course. That’d be way too easy. Instead they have the top of bin, and a lid of the biggest metal trashcan they had ever seen. Jjong gracefully took the trashcan with a comment of “how he is one” paired with some finger guns, and in jest Hari only agreed. 

Not a second after he yelled his bet, Jonghyun throws himself down the hill. A loud bang rings as his knees hit the freezing cold metal of the trashcan’s lid, a poof of snow lifting up around him. Yet, instead of actually sledding down the hill, he just ends up sitting in the snow. He hears Hari laugh from somewhere to his right as he starts to scoot his reluctant, makeshift sled down the hill. The other followed in suit, and Jjong let out a distressed squawk upon seeing her getting her equally makeshift sled to go down the hill. He was in this to win it, dammit.

Moving on to plan B, Jjong immediately gets up from his sled, backs up a few paces before running towards where he left his sled as fast as he could. He leaps and lands on his sled with his two feet, expecting to surf down the hillside like a boss. From the momentum, Jonghyun’s sled jolts forward and then stops dead in its tracks.

Jonghyun, however, did not. 

He lets out a short-lived screech as he finds himself diving face first into the snow, arms flailing wildly as he tries to prevent the inevitable. Cold, wet snow cakes his face and, oh how he wished it stopped there. Instead of stopping then, Jjong continued to roll down the hill, effectively leaving his trash lid sled behind. Snow got into every crevice of his coat, going up his arms and sliding up his shins. After several rolls, Jjong quickly goes with it, figuring this might be his best chance at winning. Folding his arms against his chest, he then rolls himself down the snowy hillside in a dizzying, cold and snowy motion. Somewhere along the way, he loses his hat.

When he finally gets to the bottom of the hill, he lays splayed out, staring at the grey snowy sky. He watches his breath puff out of him as he wills the world to stop spinning. He was completely covered in snow now, his ears and face very cold. Distantly he hears Hari laughing her ass off, and the sound of her approaching. 

“H-Hari I can’t dance.”

“This is useless, honestly.” Ira chides, throwing a mild tantrum like a child. Glancing over at his snowman with massive disdain. All three snow balls were misshapen and awkward, a perfectionist simply would not find this acceptable. Hence his fist, as he throws a kick to the ‘head’ of the snowman with a grunt.”Stupid. Are you cheating? Why does yours look so nice?” he pushes out his bottom lip and shoves his cold fingers into the confines of his fuzzy jacket. Standing next to her snowman that looks so perfect that he’d never be able to admit it out loud. “Never mind, the mouth is lop-sided!” he barks in a playful manner, before Hari throws her eyes up and glares back.

“Yah - just because yours came out like crap doesnt mean you need to make fun of mine …” she pauses, but only for a moment. Bringing out the cute side of her; her feet shuffle in the snow and her hands are held behind her back - staring down at the floor. “Its not lopsided its cute..” she hums with pride. Ira smacks his lips and his eyes fully roll and avoids eye contact. “I guess..” he mumbles under his breath, rubbing against the back of his neck with a low huff. It did look better than his, damn her. Avoiding the gaze of her pout - he simply couldnt take it. Or else he would admit it was perfect and a compliment? Yeah, no. Not when his looked like shit. 

“I can help you.. you know..” Hari offers, and the idea causes her eyes to light open and a smile follows shortly after. With that - inguk whips his hand out at the air and starts to turn towards his own. “ Only if you want too. I dont need the help but if you really want too then fine. “ moving some snow into a small pile with the side of his foot, he glances up at her with a ‘please’ in his eyes but a pout on his lips. “Well.. “ she trails off, but for only a moment before she drops to her knees and starts to mold the little mountain InGuk had already created. Half way through, she shoots her head up at him and feigns a glare. “You’re supposed to help you know - ! “ diligently working as if it were her masterpiece. “Right - “ smacking his lips, he slowly drops to his knees and starts to help out.

Throwing piles of snow onto the perfectly round bottom that Hari had created. As he puts more on, she uses the delicate touch of her hands to smooth it out juuuust until she deems it perfect for her - and him. The next two snow balls followed this same trend. After about 45 minutes or so, they both stand up - shivering but pleased. Haris face had never looked so bright, hands on her hips with pride. “I think we did a good job! Yeah?” showing her pearly whites to Ira, he cant help but smile back ( atleast a little. ) before nodding his head. “Yeah...” he hums as he moves to toy with her hat, bringing it over her ears that must be frozen numb. Bringing an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer to his side, rubbing her arm gently. In attempt to keep her warm. Not because he liked her, she just looked cold. duh. 

@advhari

He sure is one tough nut to crack.

Jennie had been observing one particular mom-associated male for a while now, and yes, she, of all people, should not be judging others’ based on their outward appearance, but Jennie has never understood the concept of moral constraints.

So forgive the next train of thought, but the man is covered in tattoos from head to toe, with piercings in every part of his body where piercings were allowed, and he seems to be partial to leather and metal spikes. Basically, his appearance would leave any good Christian mother shaking in her knees. To top it all off, he has a criminal record of petty crime. (In hindsight, she probably should’ve led her train of thought with that piece of information first.)

He would be the perfect candidate for her games.

But imagine this: she had hacked into every electronic network she was sure he was involved with to find some incriminating information on his person, but the man is as clean as can be. Sure, the criminal record is scandalous, but something tells her that he’s unbothered by that. (Again, zero moral constraints.)

Jennie just knew there was something up about him, and perhaps he’s just so medieval that he doesn’t rely on technology to safeguard his deepest, darkest secrets.

Shame. She supposes she just has to assess how well he can hide his secrets, to the point of penetrating even his dreams.

You might think it’s impossible for her to be able to extract his dreams from his mind, and you’d be absolutely right. But Jennie knows someone who’s gifted in peeking at other people’s dreams, a juicy bit of information she’s found from that one doctor she’s hacked who diagnoses a series of his patients as insane because they keep telling him they feel her in their dreams. It doesn’t take long for Jennie to find out who she is. (Nothing and no one ever escapes Jennie, or at least that’s what she’d tell you.)

So here she is, visiting a quaint coffee shop that she’s certain Hari’s fond of, and just as she had suspected, the girl is sitting in the corner with a warm coffee in hand. Jennie beelines to the table and pulls out the chair across from her, then plops down and slides the mugshot of her tough cookie over to the girl.

“My boyfriend’s cheating on me, but I have no proof. Please invade his dreams and find out everything you can about him!” she says with a tight smile as she removes her sunglasses and puts it to rest on the table.

“Oh! I’m Jennie, by the way. It’s really nice to meet you! I’ve heard a lot,” she says before a sheepish smile replaces the tight one upon noticing her error—she was too excited; she mixed her dialogue up. (God, how is it that she’s practiced this so many times in front of the mirror, and she still manages to get it wrong?)

She really hopes the girl doesn’t notice her error. Compliments. They always work, right?

@advhari

Minseok is a coward—there’s barely an ounce of masculinity within him—or whatever society calls it these days. There are many things he fears. He fears the world for one thing. He’s afraid of people, afraid of what memories an object could hold. He’s even scared of himself, but he can’t help but to think that it’s a given. His fears have led to a variety of things. They aren’t exactly good, but they’re not bad either. Of course he never leaves his house for one thing. He tries to minimize his interactions with people as much as possible.

Yet despite that, he still finds himself in unwanted situations. Walking home by himself, down a dark street with the sounds of footsteps trailing behind him. They match his pace. They sound frantic when he walks faster and only slow when he does. It’s straight out a horror novel and he can’t help but to laugh at the irony. He’s going to get mobbed, mauled, torn apart, and left to rot in a dark alley. Minseok curses his luck, curses his weak will for allowing his editor to easily sway him into a late night breakfast.

The footsteps grow gradually louder and he ducks into an alleyway out of panic. He comes to a stop—oh the irony, how he wants to laugh at his fate. The footsteps stop and a hand reach for his shoulder. With a startled yelp he spins around and raises his arms up in defense.

Looking back, he won’t know exactly why he didn’t realize it was a nightmare sooner. None of it made sense. But then again, wasn't that the beauty of a nightmare? He was trapped. No, they were trapped. And without thinking, he did the one thing he was conditioned to do, over and over again: protect the innocent.

He’s staring down the fangs of a beast, and something prodding in his brain tells him that it’s his beast, that somehow he’s staring down his own demons. Somewhere, buried deep down in his rational mind, something is nudging him. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. But it felt so real. The warm, almost hot, breath of the monster hits him in the face, and the furious snarls ripping from it render him unable to move. Unable to do anything but curl himself around the warm figure behind him.