#celxchorong

♕: Holding hands

It had been the middle of spring and yet still, the weather managed to flow under 70 degrees. Of course it wasn’t a problem for Seulgi in the least while her body heat varied from 73 to 75 degrees. She happened to be walking side by side with Chorong, going in the same direction as all the kept hearing were her constant complains about how cold the air was; while all she had was a light jacket on. No one should be to blame for the unpredictable weather during this day.

“How could you stand wearing that in this weather?” With just a glance, there was only a simple shrug in response. She wore her blue sweatshirt with white jean shorts on while Seulgi didn’t feel as cold as the temperature forecast. “You can’t borrow my sweatshirt, sadly but I can do this instead,” Seulgi’ right hand reached down, only to grab onto Chorong’ hand as she grasped it tight around hers.

He was falling asleep. Again.

The EDM music pounded through his ears, people on the dance floor moving like some kind of vast ocean as they threw their arms into the air and danced their hearts out. Wonshik watched them tiredly, wondering why they all still had so much energy at this time of night. He was just ready to quite simply throw fifty songs onto the playlist, put them on loop, lock his laptop and disappear into the storage room for a nap that would probably take the rest of the night. The club would be without a DJ for the rest of the night, but Wonshik couldn’t bring himself to care.

“You complain to me about making you lose your job and then you start whining about the one you have,” Ravi said sharply. “If you don’t want to DJ then step back and let me do it,”