#jacktsun

Reaching over to steal Jackson’s hat and ruffle his hair, she smiled. “You’re a sweet kid,” she said even though they were meant to be the same age. She pulled his hat low on her head and grinned cheekily at him, “So if I tell you wearing your hat makes me happy, will you let me wear it for the rest of the day?” she asked, unusually cheerful as she plopped down next to him on the couch. 

The last time she felt as annoyed with someone as now was years ago when a small boy with really sticky hands played with her dog. To get the pet’s fur into place again had been a lot of work, just as much work as was needed now for her to keep calm and not start to shout through the whole shop. “Whoa chill, I just wanted to help. Guess I should have reacted like a hysterical fangirl, squealing and catching the attention of the whole shop instead. Would you have liked that more?” she asked sarcastically, crossing her arms in front of her chest while she glared at the idol. Sophie still couldn’t understand what she had done for him to react as rudely as he did, after all she just tried to tell him that he should be more cautious of how he went out- maybe she should have used nicer words though. Fighting fire with fire, that’s how she lived and before she could stop herself she started to talk again, not thinking twice about the consequences of her words. “If that’s how you treat all your fans off camera than I’m pretty disappointed, thought you’re a cool guy.”

( text — jack hyung. ) just hurry up and text me the chicken place, ( text — jack hyung. ) can’t keep a boy waitin aite?

( sms: jackson ) excuse you, not true!!! i’m not tiny.  ( sms: jackson ) i’m merely.... compressed packaging? ( sms: jackson )  more for less. 

Shyness often kept her away from fellow idols – many of them, although younger, were more popular, more successful than she’d ever be, and that was off-putting enough. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make attempts to approach them once in a while, and today was one such day. The male’s slight stutter took her by surprise, so much that when he inched nearer, she jolted in her spot – without truly pulling away, though, large doe eyes glued on him as he fixed her hair in place. It was her turn to be at a loss for words, and the compliment didn’t help the slightest – she had no mirror to check, but she was sure she’d blushed. Good job, Sojin. “I…” She started, mentally face-palmed, then switched the course of her sentence. “Why, thank you! Think I could pull off a hip-hop concept?” She congratulated herself for not sounding too shaky, for almost being herself, almost joking. Almost would do well enough this time.

Even knowing she shouldn’t show up to an idol’s apartment this late at night, Cassidy couldn’t help herself. She’d hurt someone and she needed someone to talk to, someone to make her feel like a normal human, not that she ever would be but...she just wanted to be near a friend. So she’d gone to Jackson’s place after washing the blood from her lips and changing from the blood soaked clothes she had worn. “I...needed to be near someone,” she mumbled, looking at her feet and flushing slightly. “Sorry, it’s late. I just...can I come in? It’s probably not good for someone to see a girl at your door...”

Displaying both her palms as a sign of surrender, she sighed as she set on the arm of the couch while swiping the magazine from him. “I know it may be hard to live without me, but you can’t just come in and act like this is your house. My members are going to be back soon.” She spoke, her tone transforming from confident back to full-on irritation.