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Going out and drinking isn’t exactly a normal daily thing for Jiyong. He usually tries to avoid places that might be full of far too many humans, actually. He’s not sure what got into him last night that changed his mind. Actually, no, he does. It was extremely cold outside, bars are warm, and they were advertising a drink that had something about fire in the name. Obviously, these all made the bar seem that much more appealing so the hellhound decided that it was a good plan to hit up the bar for everything that it had to offer.

The fact that he doesn’t often visit bars is probably also why he found himself so completely smashed last night. He had way to many of the aforementioned fire drinks which resulted in his complete and total amnesia when he woke up the next day. He’s got a few blurry images of some guy who he apparently hit it off with and the two of them chatted for the while. He’s in a bed, which he assumes means he actually went back to his own room for once instead of stumbling into Minhyuk’s room drunk as a dog (literally and metaphorically). It’s weird considering he’s relatively sure he crashed on the couch and not in bed, but he’s pretty sure that he could have moved. It doesn’t seem that odd, at least.

So he roll over and stretches. He turned into his doberman form at some point during the night. He was probably asleep at the time, so it’s really not a big deal. This happens often enough. It’s not like being a dog is weird for him or anything. If anything, it’s quite the opposite. He opens his eyes slowly and blinks. This room sure has a lot more stuff in it than he remembered...

Come to think of it... Is this his room at all? He lifts his head and wiggles his ears a little. There’s no way this is his room. He doesn’t own half of this stuff! He nearly jumps up and out of the bed before he notices that there is someone else in the bed. He stares for a moment. There’s really no good way to react in this situation, is there? He’s a dog, there’s some guy here, he was drunk. These combinations all seem very odd. He’s pretty sure this is the same kid he went drinking with last night. The face at least matches his memory... Sort of.

So he decides the best thing to do is bark. He could turn back into a human, but he’s not entirely sure that’s the best plan. His clothes are bound to be here somewhere, but he likely threw them further away when he turned into a dog and this poor kid does not need to wake up with some guy naked in his room. There’s some twisted logic there. Waking up with a dog that isn’t his in his room will probably be just as shocking, but Jiyong isn’t one to question his decisions when he makes them. So he just stares at the guy before sighing to himself.

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Envy wasn’t a word in Jisoo’s emotion vocabulary, but even so, Jisoo believes that she occasionally felt some semblances of it when it came to Jennie’s magical touch with technology. Whenever she sees her late father and Jennie joyfully fiddling with long, messy looking pages of coding, Jisoo would try her best to crane her head to try and catch several glimpses, though begrudgingly, it always managed to make her head spin. And even though Jisoo knew full well that her late father was not her nor Jennie’s biological father, she always thought it unfair that when it came to technology, there were never a time where Jennie and her dad seemed more alike.

So sometimes, much like a day like today, as Jisoo casted a dark, ominous look at her unresponsive phone, she wished that Jisoo, like Jennie, would have at least received some of her father’s technological expertise. And it was a new phone, too. Jisoo thought as she shook the phone, hoping beyond hope that a miracle will allow it to magically light up, as if nothing had ever happened. Nothing. So upon clumsily surfing the internet for advice, Jisoo frowned when the only (and quite useless) advice she received was to try to turn her device on and off again.  

And…This is absolutely useless. Jisoo sighed as she slammed down on the laptop with little more force than necessary. I suppose one should go and find an expert when it comes to these things.

Upon spotting the closest (and also cheapest) repair shop, Jisoo pushed open the glass door with a surprising amount of difficulty, causing the bell to ring loudly and obnoxiously. Jisoo grimaced at the noise before she scurried over to the closest bored looking worker, a boy with large front teeth and big deer eyes.

“Hello.” Jisoo murmured, holding up her phone awkwardly. “My phone seemed to have stopped working.”

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Joy scrunches her face up instinctively when the cold air-conditioned air of the library hits her face; it’s already freezing out there, why on earth does the library feel the need to do this? She hugs her bag closer to her and walks through the sliding glass doors. The librarian of the day isn’t one she recognises (or one who knows about her bad habit, she’s been scolded a couple of times now) so she just gives her a friendly wave and walks straight to the section she knows she wants.

 Armed with a slip of paper of all the books she’s found online (which was a chore, by the way, mostly because she hasn’t figured out that the library has got a catalogue yet), Joy walks straight towards the research section to find her books. She figured out that searching bloodlust in Google yields mostly strange romance novels of the vampire kind, not at all helpful but still somewhat entertaining. Instead, she’s taken to reading up about behavioural drugs and studies and experiments, very often in the Psychology section of the library. They’re fascinating and sometimes suitably sadistic; she’d like to meet a few of these researchers, honestly.

Today is going to be different, though — one of the studies had referred her not just yet another study that doesn’t reveal much about her ability but an actual machine. There’s been a few articles she could find online but nothing concrete, and it’s piqued her interest. It sounds more like her mutation than the experiments that just change variables in individual people, it’s something that properly reads and duplicates emotions. She doesn’t quite know what that’s about, but that’s why she’s here in the library.

The books are split between the Psychology section and this one Engineering section that she’s never been in. Joy finds five of the books she wanted (she’s got seven on her list), and settles down at a table, pencil in hand.

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sms ( to : dream catcher )  ›  are you ok?!!!?! sms ( to : dream catcher )  ›  you’re not on fire are u sms ( to : dream catcher )  ›  i mean i don’t think you’d text if you were sms ( to : dream catcher )  ›  sorry abt your tree 🎄

[ text ⇢ John Cook ] 🌚 🌚 🌚[ text ⇢ John Cook ] Why? Isn’t that. Free entertainment?[ text ⇢ John Cook ] Besides, Christmas is just a celebration of capitalism these days. It already ruined itself a long time ago. 

( Later that day, at 4PM… )Last seen today at 3:37PM

(I know he can’t timetravel with another person currently but… I just thought this would be funny orz pls forgive)

Today was the day. Today was the day where Seulgi finally put an end to this never ending game of hide and seek between Jeongguk and herself.

And even if it was Christmas day - Well death and punishment certainly waited for no one, and most of all, certainly not for one Jeon Jeongguk~

It always annoyed Seulgi that this mutant was able to pop out of her grip every time she tried to catch him, but well, not today, Jeon Jeongguk. 

And that was how Seulgi found herself clutching a gigantic fishnet, lying in wait in front of Jeongguk’s apartment.

And when he finally came out, Seulgi pounced, throwing her net with expert precision (not really) onto his perfectly coiffed hair. When Seulgi looked up again, she realized that somehow, they were now in an entirely different background. Seulgi swerved her head around, looking at around at the people with funny hats and robes in confusion.

Where were they…? And why was everyone speaking in English…? And where was that fantastic smell of disease coming from?

Seulgi sniffed again. Hang on a second. Was that… Yersinia pestis??!! (aka. Black plague)

Seulgi took everything she said back. This was the best Christmas ever.

(Cause only Seulgi would think being transported back to 14th century Europe where 50% of the population was suffering from the bubonic plague is the definition of a ‘good Christmas’. 

okay. this was the definition of a bad idea, honestly. hakyeon doesn’t think he’s ever had a worse idea. throwing a snowball at a random stranger can’t bring anything good. but here he is, in christmas spirit, packing snow in his gloved palms to create a snowball. a deep breath. he cocks his arm back, biting his lip to keep his laughter contained, before letting the snowball fly–

shit.