#fmdjade

Goal oriented has her beelining for the one and only activity she’s here for tonight at the holiday ball (aside from the usual D’s — drink, dance and dine): the building of gingerbread houses and the decorating of sugar cookies. It’s an event she has looked forward to since she first caught wind of it, and she would be damned if she did not leave tonight with either one of them.

Surprise colors her expression upon arrival — not at the expectations of seeing the stations of baked goods and the equipment that followed — but by the all too familiar face she is greeted with, a happy and pleasant surprise to see the younger female too stationed by the tables. It hasn’t been long since they last saw each other (read: just a few hours ago, in fact), but she’ll never not take the opportunity to spend more time with her dear cousin, an attempt at making up for the times they’ve lost.

dowoon likes to think he’s a decent guy. outside of running drills and choreography in bc’s practice rooms, he considers himself a fairly easy going guy -- until he’s presented with competition of any kind. then, all gloves are off.

“how are we gonna measure this, anyways?” sat across from jiae, dowoon looks at the massive bite of food he’s prepared for himself. he raises one eyebrow at her, before he sits back in his chair, sizing her up. dowoon usually has the advantage when it comes to one bite challenges. he has chipmunk cheeks that he can use to fit in more food. sure, he ends up looking a little silly for a couple of minutes, but it’s worth it. he’s more than willing to choke to win. 

with only the two of them to judge each other though, dowoon doesn’t think that this is a fair fight.