#jhwas

It was quite endearing, the youngers words alarming Suzy of her genuine concern yet still able to offer something to laugh at. It’s not that she didn’t want to sleep, but she simply couldn’t. Her sleep patterns have been quite inconsistent lately; filming and the occasional photo shoots at different times of the day making her nap whenever she had gotten the chance. Several hours ago she had just woken up from one of those naps and without much thought with how her evening would go, she consumed a rather large cup of coffee, so sleeping was not going to happen, at least not with much ease. “How about unnie makes you food instead. Pasta? What if this unnie said something along the lines of ‘cooking makes me sleepy! let me cook for you and then i’ll sleep’” A snicker sounds off between her closed teeth, her face bare of any makeup at this hour of the night. “I really can’t sleep though, I have too much caffeine in my system.”

` ㅂ ´ ┊ Oh-- Kibum’s flattered now. All dimpled smiles now. “For such a big fan, you’re a  little... small.Especially without your heels. ” Obviously she isn’t all that small, but he’s tilting forward anyway, with a gummy smile as if she were. It’s used to the advantage of his narrative as thin lips are suddenly scrunched, suddenly pursed. “If you are what you say you are, then how come you aren’t wearing an official ‘lil freaks’ tee? Or any of  the merchandise from me and Irene’s collaboration with CHARMS? " He scopes out the lack of ‘CHARM’(pun intended) and ‘lil freak’ ism coating her torso.“Dressing up in a costume in April? No one would find that suspicious. What a rookie move.” But it has chortles churning from his lips either way. “I don’t get why they didn’t just walk around without makeup on. Now that’s scream worthy. Hmm hmmmm. How about an avocado mask? It’s delicious, nutritious. And a green face  at night is sure to ignite some fright!”

Any guy’s dream was to interfere in a situation like this and become the ultimate hero of the night, unfortunately this had unfolded in a less heroic way than he’d expected. A small group of midnight drunkards-- something that was quite normal in the Seoul nightlife-- had been bothering a girl, in his fit of anger watching the situation unfold, he’d approached them and told them to back off (this not without a few stutters and mispronunciations from the Thai male’s side). It seemed successful, until he received a hit to the face. Nothing too bad, but it’d leave a slight bruise. ‘Yeah, I’m okay.’ He spoke, a smile still on his lips. ‘Want me to walk you home?’ He entirely forgot the whole kind introduction part, or even the asking if she was okay part, but it’d been quite the event for him as well, this in his defense.

“Ah—flattery and I—we don’t mesh evenly! People just get used to people like me wearing a coat that’s why they think it looks good on us. But I assure you, I do look ten times geeky than before when I remove it.” Kyungsoo shook his head, flashing an amused grin as he looked down on the plaid shirt he was wearing, the very same one he could’ve sworn he wore last Monday. He should probably list down an inventory of his closet’s content and categorize his wardrobe choices ahead of time. “I’m currently on probation for it but I’ve been trying to keep a good face by sustaining my community service record.. But wait. You won’t snitch on me, right? The chief of police won’t have to know I wore khaki pants again and repeated my shirt within two-week time frame. What should I bribe you with?”

Chanmi didn’t mind sharing her food with the other female, but when she got closer to her, Chanmi couldn’t help but feel just a tad claustrophobic. Instead of telling her to back off, she decides to lighten the mood and the tension she was feeling by making a joke, and thankfully the other got the hint. “Ah it’s okay!” She laughs softly as she takes a bite from her own slice of watermelon. “I just don’t do well when I feel confined is all!”

Be sure to say “Hello!” when you see her in the halls!

the straw of his cup is pressed to his lips as he takes a sip, holding out the other cup to her. it had been his plan to go here and by no means was he regretting it, if anything he was regretting the gas wasted driving all the way here. but even then. his eyes trail over to another ride they haven’t been on, having to do with getting into a boat and a dark tunnel. ah yes, perfect. suddenly he’s grabbing her hand and pulling her over to it with a very, very subtle smirk. “i want to go on that one. let’s go.”