#lgc:wc005

honestly, it was probably in a different book. 

taking a sip of her drink, lili glances around the room — taking in the sights, the stares, and the oh la la : did her eyes deceive her or did someone just get chocolates a day late? very interesting.

minyoung loved sweets. licorices, sweet pies, candied fruits, the works! she'd try and devour them all. yet for some reason, she was particular about her chocolates. only certain fillings go into chocolate (peanut butter was best paired with it in her humble opinion). this choco-station that legacy had was right up her alley.

"oooh, i think this is the best," minnie said with a hum, holding up a chocolate with a sun imprinted on the front. she had tried a few so far but this set truly caught her attention for the pattern on them. "i think it's cute, don't you?"

she holds it up for dominic to see, cutely posing with the chocolate for the other to see. "i bet you this is the best one here! i have a feeling."

she takes a chomp out of the chocolate. a chomp it was — half the chocolate was already gone with the bite alone. the chocolates weren't small by any means. they were a little smaller than her palm. that's a lot of chocolate for one girl. despite the large bite, minyoung happily hummed, feeling the sweet treat melt in her mouth. "gosh, i think this is the best one here!"

at first, dom acted as if he didn’t recognize him. he kept his eyes on the prize – the closed doors that should be opening soon – and said absolutely nothing that could implicate him of the crimes previously committed. ( okay, fine. it wasn’t a crime, but he’s treating it like one because it was a violation of his upright, serious image. )

( the violation in question? a declaration of eternal rivalry with fat tears rolling down his cheeks, face flushed tomato red — dominic ahn, age twelve, was a hideous, pathetic mess of a person when he said his goodbyes. )

he could only hope that kai hit his head afterwards and got amnesia. not that he’d wish anything bad on someone he used to call a friend, but … for his sake ...

the elevator doors creaked open.

context : date lottery (winter 2025)

though he has no reason to doubt somin, nathan couldn't not worry when their decision last episode basically boils down to, do you like the other person enough to spend time with them? and even outside of a reality tv-setting, that question is scary to ask regardless.

so he's grateful when notified that somin does in fact agree to another date, prompting him to plan their second one – and with temperatures dropping, he (and probably every other participant in the show) figures what better way to spend the time together than play in the snow?

he and his designated camera crew are walking into the lobby of the closest sledding destination from seoul; he's dressed for the cold but not bundled as most around, though he does regret not wearing gloves as he rubs his hands together before walking into the only building around a huge hill of snow.

considering that his new year's resolution has been to reach out to more friends, he finds himself traipsing over to rowon's apartment after they had agreed on hanging out. he's actually not sure why it had taken him so long to come by, considering that after he hadn't made it into type zero, all he's really done is mope.

either way, it's been a long time since he's even talked to rowon, which is kinda weird if he's honest, but he's here to change that. he had been told to bring something to decorate the wall with (?) and snacks, so he does just that.

he has a bag full of different snacks and has ordered chicken because he can and some prints of black cats that he's going to secretly put up in a bunch of different places without the other noticing. hopefully.

'You’re texting me but then you going ghost' might as well be the cause of Asami's downfall and at this point, Asami isn't even kidding anymore. It's even a little pathetic if she's being honest. If she wasn't known for being more of less put-together and also out in a practice room, Asami feels like she could as well just have a breakdown right now (and maybe it's a mix of stress and PMS coming to haunt her, but still, the results are the same).

hyuk was beyond frustrated, again. sure it had been weeks since the news broke and he wasn’t picked as a member of type zero, but the anger sometimes returned full force and he couldn’t even control it.

correction, it wasn’t anger; it was something else. it was the feeling of almost achieving something, of nearly being there, of nearly making it. the feeling of being a failure, of not being enough and not knowing what he missed, what he didn’t do.

when those feelings started to crawl up his skin and he was so desperate he was afraid of crossing the line with anyone that spoke to him, his safe place was parker’s studio. he was thankful the older man allowed him to lock himself there anytime he felt like and hyuk admittedly spent an unhealthy amount of time in there, most of time just venting off, crying or even sleeping.

punching the familiar password and hearing the door clicking, he entered the studio and locked himself inside, the lights still off, and a familiar frustrated yell escaped his lips.

They're weird, the lights. Kyoka could swear that they're flickering more than normal. She blinks at them a couple more times as the doors open and people exit the elevator. They close again. The lights continue to flicker. There's the sound of puttering, oh great, don't tell her tha-

Kyoka doesn't even have the time to finish her thought when the elevator putters to a stop. At least the lights stopped flickering. That's a win. She'll take as many as she can, given how long it'll take for them to fix this, she thinks.