#ctravez

❛ ❪ ❂    "hyung...” was he a hyung to him? taekyung wasn’t even sure. he called everyone hyung at this point as he was used to being the baby of the group. he turned his head to look at his roommate, “ -- i think i’m love sick. i met a pink haired cinderella with banana milk at the ball, but now i can’t find her again.”

❛ ❪ ❂      nervous wasn’t exactly how taekyung felt. the idea of talking to her didn’t make him nervous. it was more the concern of talking to her properly. he didn’t want to come off as strange. be honest, haneul had told him. he imagined baekhyun would tell him the same. so with that very simple bit of advice in mind, taekyung walked into the shelter and up to the counter, “ -- is there a jiwoo here? pink hair, thick glasses, really bright and bubbly??”

❛ ❪ ❂    "i hate that you’re on tour during october. i had all kinds of scary movies set for our movie night, but now you won’t be here.” a late night face time call. annie had fan meets in the morning and yeri probably had rehearsals, but that didn’t stop their nightly calls, “--when you get back, first date is movie night. not optional.”

❛ ❪ ❂     despite being an artist himself, ethan didn’t spend much time in museums. they’d lost their appeal to him some time ago, but it was foolish to not visit the museum of a curator who’d taken even a modicum of interest in him. he was standing with his head tilted slightly to the side in front of a piece when the vampiress’ presence suddenly was near him, “ -- hello, ms. storm-in-the-making.” he gave her a cheeky smile.

“Yes, is that wrong of me?” her little pout persists. not being one to even try things like this, sooah looked as if she was a kitten that had been found out. sitting upon his lap, she tilted her head to the side. too bad jina wasn’t around at a time like this, her twin was away at practice for the next 30 minutes or so. At least, that’s what she thought.

❛ ❪ ❂    "jisung -jisu -- wait! -- “ and off went the middle child, sprinting across the lobby of two star towards the social media department. at least he was headed in the right direction. hyejong wasn’t going to like that she had to bring her foster kids to work, but it was an unexpected school holiday and she had no one to leave them with. tugging at the hands of her other two kids, she followed the nine year old until he very suddenly collided with someone and collapsed onto the floor, thus causing ara to pick up her pace, “jisung !! aish, that’s why i told you not to run -- i’m sorry about hi...oh...” she laughed a little, “dowon -- hi. sorry about him.”

“Yes, I am Yeri.” Everything was clouding her mind, from the hacks that just happened a month ago to the stress from school. She just couldn’t think straight about anything. So here she was minutes after her last panic attack talking to the only person’s who’s voice could ever calm her down. Might as well just let the hat out of the bag now. Seeing as a few of his members already knew and had been giving her a hard time about the ordeal. “My parent’s never were the type to bring this up and so I just sorta adapted that plus-- other things but it’s nothing of concern.” fingers picking at her skin a nervous habit that was picked up when she was a teenager. “don’t you remember that old necklace I use to wear all the time before my 16th birthday?” her voice squeaked “

“Finally! Someone who agrees with me!” placing her laptop on top of her nightstand, Sunmi smiled towards the screen. “Oppa, I swear out here all these girls love pumpkin spice everything it’s getting so annoying to hear at the little shop ‘Pumpkin spice latte to go’ almost every few seconds.”