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( hey! just wanted to say that i changed my url from djinii to jinyis and my fc from oh my girl's yooa to ibi's lee suhyun. my aim is also available at genie(.)kr! ...without the brackets )
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“i can't dance! i have two left feet... or so i'm told.”
@djinii
She scrunches her nose and a playful laugh follows, “eonni, is this why you chose acting over being an idol?” her joke is all in good fun as she steps to the side, jumping in place to display a portion of choreography in ‘Jelly Jelly’. The move is quite easy causing her to be slightly skeptical of the other’s words. “You should give yourself more credit, you know? I’m sure you’re a better dancer than you think. Do you wanna try that small part with music?”
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Trepidation and fear combined have a very peculiar scent, fear is acidic - ammonia-ish depending on how scared you are. The more fear within your body? The more you smell like piss. So to combine that with the other gives Dongjoo's noise quite the rollercoaster he didn't expect to ride. Nonetheless the concern he adores, mainly the the attention. He shamelessly loves attention whether is positive or negative. Her concern, her fear swirls around and makes an uncharacteristic sweet scent. Probably because she a sweetheart herself. But that doesn't stop Dongjoo from laughing at her, "I’m fully aware of the danger," he repeats. "Me getting hurt isn't your problem. If you want, you don't have to be a witness." He feels more nerved at the idea of hurting her feelings more than hurting himself physically. He doesn't want the piss smell remember? || @djinii
"My heart's been racing all day over every little thing..."
[ Pᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ Mʏsᴛᴇʀʏ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ: Exᴘʟᴏʀᴇʀs ᴏꜰ Tɪᴍᴇ… ] - ғᴏʀ 이진이
( — 현진 ⚘ ) | ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ her friend’s health was an understatement and it’s with little confidence that she takes initiative (having never dealt with such a situation before). First, she attempts to check for any differentiation in temperature, gently placing the back of her hand to her friend’s forehead while she tested her own with the opposite. Nothing. ❝ It doesn’t seem like you have a fever... ❞ She murmurs softly, eyes scanning the female’s features so she won’t miss anything out of the ordinary. Taking Jini’s hand, Hyunjin leads her to the couch, in hopes that sitting down would help the female relax. ❝ Are you feeling sick? Or maybe... is it anxiety? Should I take you to a doctor? ❞
“someone gave me chocolates but i don’t know what to do with them—”
as the day heaves one last sigh, blues darkening into a tuckered shade of black she finds herself muffling a yawn against one hand. practice after practice leaves little room for rest; eyelids heavy, she’s fighting the urge to fall asleep on the spot, shakes off the lingering spells of exhaustion and instead fixes her attention on the approaching figure.
“woah, what’s that?-” the box in the girl’s hands is neatly tied up in a bow, basking in all its meticulously crafted glory- definitely a poor guy’s attempt at a confession. probably (unintentionally) rejected by the clueless expression on her face. hands extending eagerly to take the gift, she tsks.
“what else? we’ll just enjoy them. together, of course.”
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“Here, you can wear my gloves.”
djinii christmas inspired starters ! not accepting.
☆ ┇ —— IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE hours since they left her apartment, they had been spending half of the day out in the cold. Of course David forgot one of the most important things to keep himself warm. His gloves. The weather started to get colder the longer they were out since it was almost afternoon. They were standing in the line about to get some hot chocolate. David had seen there was a market open not far away from where they were so they decided to check it out, they noticed there was a popular place there to get hot drinks. Both were rather excited about trying their popula hot c h o c o out.
“Are you going to have whipped cream and marshmallows on yours aswell?” He asked her curiously. When he made his hot chocolate at home he always added whipped cream and marshmallows if he had any at home, the times when he didn’t he only added something similar, but it didn’t have the same effect and flavor. “I think so.” she replied. She noticed he was starting to freeze more when they were standing still in the line. She told him he could borrow her gloves meanwhile they were waiting. “Are you sure? Thanks.” the male said gladly accepting them to keep his hands warm before it was their turn to make their order.
( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! ( accepting. )
( ☏ : GENIE ) — What a curious little thing you are. — I could tell you, but what would be in it for me?
-- // A starter for @djinii!
Over the past few months since he started getting more and more into electronic devices, their applications, and exploring their purposes, Blyoeu finds himself learning more about human culture. It’s intriguing: their rituals for mating, their reactions towards certain events, the things they’ll do in times of need, how far they’ll go in order to achieve their goal, their communication skills -- or lack thereof -- and so much more interesting facts and opinions and events. Blyoeu finds himself becoming more and more interested in their culture. Especially their dramas. Oh, how he loves those.
He knows they’re exaggerated, knows that the events in the shows are fictional and not real -- yes, even the ones based on a true story have artistic freedom to go the writers’ way -- but he can’t help but find himself completely enthralled by the little people stuck in the electronic boxes. (Even though he knows they’re not actual people stuck in boxes, forced to do the same scene over and over.)
She seems so normal at first, just another girl on the sidewalks, going about her business, but when she turns her head just a fraction more in his direction while observing the streets, Blyoeu nearly drops his over-sweetened drink on the ground. It’s a good thing he would have been able to save it if he did but that’s besides the point.
Blyoeu rushes over to the female, carefully weaving through the busy streets as he calls her name. It’s a vain attempt considering that he’s shouting her character’s name instead of her name but maybe she’ll recognize it...
“Minyoung! Minyoung!!”
