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Opinion on;

Character in general: I am ashamed but I just recently got into the band and I still can’t say much apart from the fact that he is cute ;>How they play them: Should I say one of my favourites? Cause it’s most likely true. Just the most random chat about greens was enough to make me interested in Logan. He’s blunt and playful just like Jay and it makes their conversation comfortable. Honestly, I MISS LOGAN because my muse needs a slap in the back of his head sometimes and no one is willing to tease this little shit of mine back— I mean, 10/10 portrayal, Jay and Logan need to be friend, thank you very much.

The Mun: Never had a chance to speak to them—

Do I:

RP with them: …just briefly.Want to RP with them: Y E S !

What is my;

Junmyeon looked around for a moment, while bouncing the five-year-old in his arms who was constantly babbling away and trying to play with the necklace around her cousin's neck, on his hip. What he hated the most were people who didn't know what punctuality was and even though he could understand that there were always things that nobody could prevent from happening, a simple call would do the job, right?

"Shh, darling. You don't want to disturb all the other children, right? Look how neatly they dance. You want to do the same one day too, right?" He questioned absent-mindedly while the young girl in his arms kept on showering the man with unnecessary affection; needless to say that it was irritating when he was focusing on the task at hand but it warmed his heart nonetheless seeing as he never really spent much time with his only cousin.

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The library is quiet, empty, no sounds are heard besides Gaeul’s eventual gasps and comments as she reads a book between two shelves, standing in the way while she ignores the way her feet protest from being up for so long on her heels. She is supposed to be at her desk to welcome any possible person but she finds herself unable to put down the book she has started. Captivated by the story, by the characters, she doesn’t feel the presence behind her nor does she hear it, because right now, a character is about to get killed off and it is so nerve-wrecking. Which is why when two arms are being wrapped around her shoulders and she finds herself being pulled against a chest, she startles, the book dropping on the floor as she releases a squeak. 

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        ▸ Shuddering shoulders and tremling lips, Nahyun curled herself within the warmth of her coat, hair disheveled from the strong winds of the night. Everything had gone a little off track from original plans, with Nahyun ending up staying in the party longer than she should have. But then again, it had been a while since she’s gone out with her sorority sisters and she wasn’t going to deny the fact that she had loads of fun. However, there wasn’t anything that compared to the strong sound walls of the greek chapter, rushing quietly as to not wake up the girls that had drifted asleep against the couch of the living room.

A step midway from the floor to the stairs and she was suddenly halted by a small knock against the door, her body going frozen from the sudden scare. A shiver ran down her spine at the small possibility of a break in, eyes narrowing as she turned to face the entrance of the chapter.

It was 3am— who could it possibly be? 

Ignoring her instincts, she figured it might be just the rustling wind, shaking worried thoughts off and thinking of herself as a little too paranoid. There had been plenty of times when scenarios had bubbled out of the surface, with Nahyun acting up only to find out there was nothing to worry over in the first place. She didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere, especially not when she had a lot of fun with the other girls earlier during the night. Yawning as she shoved the thought of someone sneaking in at the back of her head and pushed the door of her bedroom open, falling face flat against the pillows on her bed.

Make up not removed with hair disheveled, she found herself slowly drifting into sleep when she suddenly heard a rustle just outside her balcony, eyes widening in terror as she pulled herself from fetal position to combat mode. Suddenly, she was alert in all fours and this time, she knew it wasn’t any strong wind nor was it just a squirrel passing by. Eyes hover all things she could possibly fight with just in case it really was a burglar trying to break in.

Finally deciding on the softball bat propped against the wall, she took careful steps towards the balcony door, chest heaving in a nervous breakdown. Beating loudly against her thoracic cage, she tightly clutched onto the base of the bat, nimble fingers shaking at the thought of a stranger being outside.

With a deep breath, she kicked the lock of the door open and in a quick flash through the eye, a figure dashed through. Nahyun found herself screaming before a hand covers up her mouth, biting down on the flesh of the hand as an attempt to free herself from their hold. It wasn’t until she was free and that she heard the familiar voice did she turn around, with Lucas grunting in pain behind her.

Her facial features dropped, hands swaying in defeat. “What are you doing here?!” She asked, fear long gone. “You scared the shit out of me, I thought there was someone going through the greek house!”

A crooked grin painted through his features as he explained, “Did you forget?! You were supposed to come with me to that art show this morning! I told you I’d come pick you up at 3 in the morning because it takes 4 hours going there!” The male rubbed the sore spot of his hand as Nahyun fell against the mattress, the memory of Lucas inviting him to a show down at Busan sinking in.

He raised an eyebrow at her and said, ” I’ve been trying to call you and when you didn’t, I figured your balcony might work.” When he figures it all out that the female indeed forgot all about their plans, he sternly asked, “You totally forgot didn’t you?”

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