#collectivemesses

( @collectivemesses continued from x )

In spite of his snarky invitation for Jax to proceed, Jaesung had not expected the bluntness of his response, the words from the other’s mouth slapping him across the face in a way he hadn’t anticipated (though in retrospect he might should have.) His expression changed visibly for a moment, dark lashes fluttering as his chin tucked back in recoil… no one had ever said they hated him before — not with such conviction as Jax did now, standing in front of him face-to-face. Sure, his cocksure attitude might have come across annoying to someone throughout his years, but in general he’d always thought himself a fairly easy person to get along with; had he been wrong?

Introspection in the heat of argument, however, had never really been Jaesung’s strong suit, and while he might have been rattled momentarily, that naturally competitive attitude spurred him to meet and even exceed the other’s energy.

“You don’t even know me!” He challenged, taking a step forward as if to use his height as an advantage to stare down at the other through those impassioned eyes. “Don’t you think that’s childish? Going around hating people you don’t even know? What’s your problem?” Those dark brows knit on his forehead.

       walking from dressing room to dressing room barefoot with their high heels in one hand probably isn’t the most professional thing alena has ever done. the stylists for the music show almost had no choice but to put nym in unreasonably sized platforms with how tall their cohost was. not that alena hated mc’ing, it’s just that it came with a lot of stipulations. coordinating outfits. scripted chemistry. however, alena did like being able to watch performances, especially from groups. planet nine was a group that alena was generally familiar with, as much of the industry was. 

       not nearly familiar enough to be dropping in on the group’s dressing room with a gentle knock and sweet smile. “hello. i wanted to congratulate you all on a wonderful performance. and on your comeback.” it was a fantastic performance, but that wasn’t the only reason they had popped in. eni tries to be smooth about making their way to the member of interest. broad with captivating eyes, earth was hard to miss. 

“Are you saying I don’t look cute?” Rae knew her red ears and nose being nipped by the cold for so long made her look different. The harsh wind has also whipped at her eyes, causing them to tear and make it look like she’d been crying on her walk home. Honestly, with how chilly it had gotten she had a good reason to cry. 

“I think I look very cute like this,” she said between chattering words from her teeth clanking against each other. Rae had only just stepped through the front door and still stood stiff as a board under her massive jacket. 

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"With pleasure~" Though if the reddening cheeks were any indication at all, what Sun had said about being tied down had not gone unheard. Not by a mile. And Haesoo had happily filed that little bit of information away for later, in the near future. For now, he busied himself with making sure those perfect lips never went un-kissed, stealing a peck for every step of the way [all ten of them] until they walked into the bathroom.

Sky was.. He.. He was fine. And maybe if he kept re-repeating that to himself, one of these days, he'd actually manifest it. It'd been a night of.. remembering a few too many things, dwelling on a few others, and thinking of a few too many people that did too many different things to his heart. Thankfully,his favourite tea had enough caffeine in it to put down a race horse. So here he was, walking into the building a touch early to get a handle on his day. He walked around with the other PD's and managers to get the lay of the building memorized, jotting everything down in his white work journal and then---Then a door opened. And he needed to remember a million more things; how to breathe, think, remember, forget, and hope.

"Taeyang-ssi! Taewook-ssi!" He waved after a deep breath. A small pause was given to excuse himself from one of the coordinators before he walked quickly over, a paper bag and a paper cup in hand. And then.. Then he needed words. Because goodness both of them looked good. So good it wasn't fair.

Long jackets never suited him but on Taewook-ssi? Gosh they looked amazing. The taller beamed a smile at Sky that was bright enough to warm his cheeks, pull a smiling chuckle from his lips and kick his brain back into motion. "Good morning! I hope you both rested well? I!" Sky blinked another string of thoughts back into the present and first held out the paper bag to Taeyang with an incline of his head.