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Eyes fixated themselves on shelves which were filled to the brim with a variety of recognizable junk food labels, all of which Doojoon would have claimed as the very thing he craved only weeks prior. Ever since the date of their comeback was set, their managers were keen on making sure that each of them stayed away from foods such as this; who could blame him for drooling upon getting so close to the forbidden? Not him–no, definitely not him. Silence followed the girl’s last statement due to the newly found distraction and, with a thick swallow, he finally brought himself back into the reality of his position. It had only been a week since his group started promoting, and he knew there were more to come, but the sound of a hundred cookies had sounded so tempting that he found himself walking away from the bags of chips and towards the bakery instead. “How dare you compare the sweetness of cookies to the bitterness of vodka?” Boyishly, the bridge of his nose wrinkled as he took the liberty to scan the shelves he passed by, though only to confirm his thoughts–nothing better than cookies.

“I hope you don’t regret saying such a big number. They might give me extra for buying so many cookies at once.” He snickered, the sweet smell of the bakery causing his stomach to twist against itself–he had forgotten to eat any of his meals that day and to indulge on nothing but sweets had always been a dream of his former, much younger, self. Who was Yoon Doojoon to let himself down?

There were never be a place so lovely to Yoona’s heart as sweets. Either cookies, candies, cakes, or dairy beverages. The tall girl had possessed such partiality when it came to those ever since she was born, probably. She loved them so much that it had reached the level where she just had to consume either one of them every day.

“Why are you always on the search for ice cream, Gikwang-ah. Don’t you have your abs to protect?” The words were void of any seriousness and he hoped that the lazy smile accompanying his response had made that clear. He lifted his eyes from the screen of his phone and let them rest on his bandmate, the amusement that he found in the question somehow only amplified with the sight before him. Doojoon’s eyes brightened along with the rest of his expression and, with a soft chuckle, he stuffed the phone in his front pocket before pushing himself up to his feet. A lightness in his shoulders had come with the view of the dancer and, silently, he walked towards him.

“But I guess a break like that is something we need, huh? Let’s go get some ice cream, I’ll pay–wait, is it free? If it is, you should’ve just started with that.” Eyebrows raised almost playfully, his grin widened with glee as he keeps his attention on the younger. 

“The real question is... why are you not?!” Gikwang retorted in defence, and a childish huff slipped past his lips, his patience momentarily growing thinner.  Finding it impossible to compete with the sweltering heat, his brain refused to function properly, and the only thing that he could center his focus on was... ice cream. Upon the leader’s remark regarding his abs, he quickly peered down at himself and rubbed a hand over his stomach, as though inspecting whether or not it was something that required his immediate attention and sacrifice in a form of not even thinking about any ice cream.

“Seems like it is. I don’t know any details, I just happened to hear someone talking about it. I think they brought us some...? Since it’s way too hot outside, they took pity on us. But you know, I’m kinda getting worried that there will be nothing left for us two if we don’t hurry up,” And this was most evident in Gikwang’s voice, as he glanced up at the taller male, a small frown settling between his brows. “And what if they take our favorite flavours? No, no, i won’t be able to accept this reality. I don’t know about you but I’m not going to sit around and wait until it happens!”

Your very Personal and Intense Disney Ask.

Rapunzel :5 things from your bucket list

“Hmm.. Travel around the world, learn a new language, see the Aurora Borealis, experience Midnight Sun/Polar Night, and see a Solar/Lunar eclipse.”

Mulan: Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.

“Ah.. this is a good one. A lot of times I tell myself to trust my gut feelings and I’m usually right.. the unfortunate thing is I don’t normally listen to them and I regret it later.”

Ariel:Where do you think you belong, and why?

SEND ME A ✖ AND I’LL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR ONE OF THE FOLLOWING ( 8 )

“Oooh…we just ran out of cake.” He responded, his teeth clenched and nose wrinkled as if to emphasize the clearly exaggerated apology meant to be implied with his words. “Looks like it’s death for you tonight, huh?” An amused and breathy chuckle had followed suit of his words and, with his hand finally dropped from the wall next to his door, he widened the opening so as to invite the man inside. Assuming that the latter would close the door without being told to do so, he slipped his feet inside a pair of his house slippers and continued towards the kitchen, hands slid into the pockets of his soccer pants.

“I mean I’m not complaining–I enjoy unannounced drop ins asking for death as much as the next guy…” Intentionally the end of his sentence trailed off, leaving him to just grin at the latter as if he had won a prize while grabbing two bottles from the fridge. “What are you doing here–couldn’t sleep?… Ha! I’m only kidding.” He cleared his throat at the rather shameful joke, his laugh that of embarrassment rather than glee as he offered the drink. “Seriously, though, are you alright?” 

Jongin is bored and wide awake. In a rather good mood, he thinks as he heads to the other’s. He ought to warn him he’s showing up just in case the other was sleep or busy-- but Jongin rarely is that introspective about smaller things. He greets the other with a small smile. “I have no plan to die tonight! I’m still too young for that.” He says, entering as he removed his shoes by the door. During the nights when he’s not dead tired he’s instead overthinking and easily excitable. It’s the worst, he thinks because he knows he’ll regret his late night trips to bother people in the morning when his eye bags are evident and his body refuses to get up on time for work. 

Gain sat with her legs crisscrossed on the couch, humming lightly as she flipped through the channels. Doojoon’s body was stretched across the couch with his head leaned against her shoulder and eyes closed shut. It had been forever since she had had a schedule that overlapped her Doojoon’s, so she was very happy to spend the rest of the time the two had together. As they waited for their schedules to come, Gain had ordered (with one of her unnies’ credit cards, of course) a large meal for the two of them to consume before their schedules actually began. As soon as Gain’s manager, Kyungsun, walked through the door with a box worth of food the two were up on their feet, ready to devour their feast. They wasted no time talking the contents out of the box and divvying up it between themselves.  

Gain and Doojoon scowled at the people that stuck their heads into the door, thinking the hungry duo would even allow them to touch any of their food. The former co-stars danced and laughed happily about the room as they conquered their meal. Twenty minutes later and ten different dishes were almost entirely consumed. Normally, they’d take their time to eat but with their schedules quickly approaching, they didn’t want to leave the remains of their food to the vultures lurking about. Thirty minutes had passed since the arrival and the two of them had successfully eaten all of their food. They sighed contently, only to have their eyes widen as Kyungsun walked through the door with three different deserts. They stared at one another for a moment before giving each other a determined nod. The two crawled over to the dessert with a heavy sigh before digging in once more. Fifteen minutes later and everything was all finished. The two of them laid back on the floor, rubbing their stuffed bellies as they groaned in a weird mix of uncomfortable fullness and utter food satisfaction.

Fist pushing lightly against the flesh of his cheek, he eyed the girl in disapproving silence. He had grown tired of their admittedly very childish debate and intended to show the very feeling through still air that was to be kept in between them. Doojoon didn’t know why a dispute between the two leaders had bloomed in the midst of them deciding what to do after they met up in the CUBE Cafe–why didn’t they decide beforehand? He didn’t know, but wished that they had so he could have been saved from this incessant irritation.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Doojoon to finally come to his senses and realize that silence was the last answer to a girl as persistent as the one that sat in front of him. “Alright, we can just do what you want.” He responded, and an obviously forced smile made a quick appearance to the curve of his mouth as he pushed himself off of his seat. “You better know the directions to the place, ‘cause I definitely don’t. My driving skills aren’t that great to begin with–” A nervous laugh followed suit of the confession and caused his shoulders to become lax, his tensed feelings to loosen in the reality of what he was doing–spending time with a friend. “You know, right?”

     She noticed the face that she was given and instantly eyed him back, making sure to look just as annoyed. If the spectators didn’t know what was happening, they would’ve suspected a normal couple having a normal quarrel with each other, but of course, that was not that cause. These two were very stubborn, or at least Chorong was. To her, Doojoon was just an older brother she never had, so she was comfortable with him which lets her pick little fights with him.