#dowohe

       A loud screaming followed by the older female’s words and she jumped back on the bed, right where she was standing before after she found a little creature somewhere in the corner. It was still a mystery how a big girl like her ( mentally she was supposed to be a big girl ) was scared of spiders. Small creatures with eight legs were scarier than any bad guy she has seen in movies and caused her to scream from the top of her lungs. Honestly, sometimes she just wanted to laugh at herself whenever she calmed down and realized how stupid she might have looked.

❝Aaahhh, get rid of it, unnie!❞ Her voice was louder than usual and she was sure the neighbors were thinking there was a murderer in the house because of her constant screaming, yelling Jisoo to be the brave one and get rid of the spider. Pretty sure there would be people laughing at her if they didn’t know how she despised spiders. But in that moment, she didn’t care. She just wanted the bloody spider to be gone and out of the room. Alive or dead. Woohee didn’t care.

Regardless of their size and type, Jisoo hated insects. That’s it. She hated their creepy movements and the way their presence still lingered on her skin if they ever touched her. She absolutely hated them. But her hatred was in no way comparable to Woohee’s fear- if it wasn’t for the eight-legged monster on the wall, Jisoo would probably be laughing her head off. 

( ↳ playing┆ @dowohe ┆accepting! )

a glimpse at his blank expression, bloated cheeks, or maybe the dowdy chopped locks of black hair could tell anyone he had just woken up, and not by his own will ── the purple blotches resting under his eyes? a sign he didn’t arrive home anytime before five in the morning. or that the previous night had been... an eventful one. in this case, however, it was a clear case of having hit jackpot, the missing pieces in his memoirs from the past hours hand in hand with the pounding headache that kept his shared flat in an immaculate gloom, not daring to turn on a single light, courtains kept pushed together. his eyes were fixed on her, lazy and half-lidded, his head lightly tilted down, not receptive enough to catch up with her actions, or the words spilling down the brims of her lips. god, what the fuck. he couldn’t barely stand on his feet, much less try and attempt to keep up with her inhumane and endless energy.

Her laughter died immediately once hearing a stranger’s voice next to them and for a few seconds, she stared at her friend, shock clearly seen in her eyes. Were they laughing too loud?Yes. And it didn’t help how once in a while Woohee was looking around to see if people were bothered by her loud laughter, her eyes landing on the stranger next to them more than once to see if they were bothered. Eyes turning on the stranger once more, she looked at them with a rather apologetic expression until another wave of shock hit her once she heard her friend’s words. In that moment, she wanted to crawl under the floor and never come out.

Another shot of apologetic eyes were given to the stranger, she even bowed her head before her attention was given to the younger female. It was one of those moments when she needed to take the ‘older sister’ role and oh god, how much she hated those moments. ❝Yah, don’t be disrespectful. We can easily go somewhere else with our drinks.❞ Then again, the young female didn’t exactly understand why would they need to leave; they were just simply enjoying each other’s company with a rather loud voice.

Truth to be told, Yoojin was there alone just to have her usual ‘me’ time where she kept herself collected once her schedules were stacked up and her limit reached. Being the overachiever and perfectionist, she always wanted to do her best in everything and some might say she’s greedy to be good in a lot of things and excel them too but the black haired girl was used to being the best and all she wanted in life was to be successful. Having someone to interrupt her peaceful night, of course she couldn’t help but to feel annoyed and bothered. She had enough with loud people in her campus which was why she ended being here than there at this moment. Hearing the reaction of one of the group of friends, Yoojin couldn’t help but to let out a snicker, surprised at how rude people can be but she tend to ignore it and calm herself down before any drama could happen. 

Damn it. She didn’t mean to be caught wiping her nose on her sleeve--It was gross, she knew that, but desperate times called for desperate measures---And she was desperate. Her nose dripped and ran all day, and Sam felt like she was going to get caught with something running down her nose. Better to wipe with her sleeve then be humiliated like that, right? 

She bowed her head at the girl in embarrassment, wondering if she saved herself from humiliation after all anyway. Sam accepted the tissue, then proceeded to blow her nose in the loudest, most obnoxious manner possible. 

“it’s not that big a deal -” he starts, trying to get the young woman to quit her fretting, but he can already see his efforts will amount to near naught. she appears to be worked up enough about it, despite it hardly being any trouble at all - thus, haelin exhales a tired breath past his nostrils; a gesture which may be read as irritation. and in a way, it is ... but not toward her. toward the circumstance. 

reaching up, the rapper pushes the thick sunglasses away from his eyes, urging them to nest in his hair ( which is actually brushed for once. ) sleepy gray hues glance down at her, and he even leans nearer to her height to look her in the eye. “hey,” he starts lowly, calmly, “it’s alright. really. it’ll heal in like a day.” 

the shallow, diagonal slash spanning from the end of his palm to the center of his wrist looks worse than it hurts. it isn’t bleeding at all, after the initial fluid from the broken skin had flooded and evaporated all at once. the tattoo of the ancient figure there is unscathed, save for the very tail of the flesh wound snipping off the end of his headdress - but, again, the incision is so slight that haelin is sure it will heal fine. 

still, he doesn’t desire for any intrusive particles in the air to infect his now vulnerable skin. he covers his arm with a wide palm, then - for that purpose, and so the female would stop looking at it like a freshly murdered corpse. “it just needs to be cleaned and covered. plus, it was an accident, right? you really didn’t do anything wrong, so quit feeling bad about it.” 

Christian was obviously amused by the whole situation, which probably made the woman more pissed off than she already was. They had ended up hiding from some bad guys that thought it was a good idea to mess around with the duo. Honestly, the situation was easy to clear up if Christian’s ego wasn’t as big as it is. He wasn’t going to let the men degrade him in any kind of way- nor would he let his friend be made out for all kinds of names. Then again, it wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t hit on one of the men’s girlfriend.

meme: meaningful sentence starters↬ status: accepting !