#meunchkin

`ㅂ´ ┊ If I’d known coming back to Seoul would be this cruel and dehumanizing I would have taken a one way ticket to Paris.

“What? Hear what?” chewing on the bungeoppang, her tongue darted out to trail along her bottom lip, catching any stray read bean paste that got on it as she pulled her phone from her jeans pocket. The bright screen blinded her for a moment when she swiped unlock, fumbling to locate the flashlight option. Although some people were still nearby (other groups had already left after the event) like their managers and members, her and Chanmi did walk a bit further from them–all to find a curb to sit on so they could eat the pastries they just purchased. As soon as she found the flashlight icon, she tapped on it; a ray of light beaming from the device, which she shifted the position of slightly in the direction of the forest before them. Much to her relief, there was no rustling or any sound of wild animals.

“Eii, there’s nothing out there. Are you trying to scare me? Because it won’t work~”

Chanmi's own pastry rested in her fingertips as she was startled by a sound, but maybe it was just her imagination. It seemed that way from the other girls response that Chanmi might be hearing things that weren’t even there.Perhaps she was finally going crazy, or it could just be one of those bizarre brain fart moments she was having. She looks towards the forest and sighs softly, in relief at the fact that there were no wild animals around, perhaps the anxiety of the forest was causing her to hear noises that weren’t there.

Idol Life Sentence Starters ✦ ✧ not accepting

“Yes! It’s so good, you need to try it. I like a lot of sauce and cheese on my pizza, so it’s right up my alley. Well, it mostly consists of cheese and chunky tomato sauce, so that answers your question about the cheese– but I think you can put other things too, if you want to,” Eunji nodded at him, already salivating at the thought of eating a deep dish pizza. If they were going to stand here any longer, she might end up walking into the shop and actually order one. Her manager wouldn’t be so happy about it but she’ll try her best to burn the calories off by going to the gym. “Will you be making one? Put some pepperonis in for me!”

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“Okay, do the countdown!” she shouted at the other, excitement rushing through her veins as her hands gripped tightly on the wooden sled they discovered just earlier. Surprisingly, they found enough for the two of them. Why those sleds were just lying around in the corner– they didn’t know. But it would be okay if they just borrowed it for a little bit, right?

It took Eunnji a moment to process the odd way of counting down. She was already ready to slide down the slope, her foot that was acting as a stopper, she almost released- but she was expecting a ‘one, two, three’ not the random numbers Jisoo just spewed out. By the time she realized it, Jisoo was already ahead of her, and Eunji scrunched her nose up at that, pouting at the latter.

“Yah, that’s not fair!”

Jisoo’s never been one to play dirty (that’s a lie).  There are more important matters that she should attend to in the world (also a lie), so why would she focus her attention on winning a harmless little game?  Maybe it’s the chilliness that whisks any attempts of decency, but as she tears down the icy hill with a scream of exhilaration, it’s the last thing on her mind.

The way down is brief; the stretch of plastic beneath her lets out a screech as it comes to a grinding halt and she tumbles off and into the snow. Dazed, she rolls onto her back as Eunji eventually comes back into sight.  A pause- the fall having knocked the wind out of her- and then she laughs, arms splaying out and wriggling happily on the icy surface.

sentence starters; christmas edition (Accepting)

Snowflakes. They’re really pretty to look at; Sehun remembers how young he was when he would see paper snowflakes decorate the walls of his elementary school. He’d always admired them, but when it came down to actually trying his own hand at it, things became..Choppy. Literally.

He stared at the cakes for a few, rather long moments, before slowly shaking his head. “To be honest, I haven’t. Only the cookies of the brand!” He takes a few steps closer to the girl, his eyes forming a smile. “Are they really that delicious?? Should I try them? Can you make some so I can try them?”