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K-Idol Inspired Starter Sentences -- @mingyoku [ Accepting ! ] 

Seulgi slid into the elevator as it was closing, letting out a sigh of relief.  She was already running late - not realizing her schedule’s were so busy when she settled down to take a nap earlier.  There was only one other person, and she recognized him immediately as Kim Mingyu - a member of Seventeen, the group that was 32 votes away from beating Red Velvet for first on The Show. Although her friends frequently gave her slack for being such a fan behinds everyone’s back and waving her hands up along with Mansae whenever she was there for the performances, she tried not to make it too apparent in front of the visual of the group. She was the older one here, of course. Had to keep her cool, professional facade. 

When the elevator doors didn’t open, however, the elder’s polished manners began to crack and panicked thoughts filled her head. 

What if I’m late? Would they go on without me? What’s he going to do? What are we going to do? 

“This is awkward,” The girl stated flatly, remaining as calm as she could. Seulgi flicked her eyes up as Mingyu cleared his throat, immediately noticing the stiff grin on his face. He’s pretty tall, she noticed quickly before taking in his question, repeating it in her head before nodding quickly. 

It was finally Halloween; Krystal had spent the whole week preparing for this one night. The whole house was finally decorated - glowing pumpkins out in the yard, fake tombstones, and plastic skeletons hanging by the door. This year she hoped no one would egg the house again - there were always a few rascals who ended up doing so. The only thing left to do on the list was to find the candy. Where the hell did I put it..? While on the search of the value packs she bought the previous night, the doorbell rang. 

“Okay, now it is way too early for trick or treaters...” Nevertheless, she opened the door anyway only to be greeted by a vampire, a very tall vampire in fact. 

“Are you.. are you wearing fangs? And is that fake blood on your neck?!” Krystal questioned with awe. In reality, she didn’t expect Mingyu to have such an elaborate costume. So much was going on at once; pale skin, thick eye makeup, and a long graying wig. Meanwhile, Krystal was dressed simply as a...mango. Compared to him, she just looked plain silly. Maybe she should’ve just dressed up as a minion. That would’ve definitely one-upped his costume. 

Left waiting in the room by himself, it took him merely seconds to decide that the platter of delicacies weren’t going to remain untouched before he left. Cheeks bulging at the number of pastries he shoved in his mouth, his aspiration to become the visual would go right out the window if someone was to walk in at the very moment. Though, in his misfortune (as always), the door swung open, which instinctively made the male scramble up his feet, subsequently offering whoever did, a respectful bow, crown dipped roughly at a ninety degree angle. Frustration welled over the tip of his tongue, eyebrows furrowed upon his ebony colored pools upon meeting her own. A pair of eyes that seemingly gazed at him moments after the vulgar profanity slipped from his lips. ❝ Fuck. ❞ 

Icebreakers▸ ( still accepting )

Affectionate Starters

Areum was cuddled up on the blankets so nicely, her mug of hot chocolate on the little desk in front of the couch, her eyes on the tv for a good movie was on. It was the perfect evening. Mingyu was sitting just a sest next to her, leaving a space between the two.

"Scoot over and share the blankets!"

At the sound of his words, Areum chuckled softly, looking over at him and noticing how he seemed to be a bit cold. Despite being all warm and cozy, she wasted no time scooting close to him, wrapping her blankets around the two of them. He was also, after all, a source of warmth, and quite a cozy one at that.

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“Get up, Mingyo-ah!” Areum grinned as she called out her husband’s name, making her way to the bedroom, finish chewing the last bit of toast on her mouth. Mingyo let out a small groan, muffled by the pillow and she couldn’t help but climb the bed towards him, sitting on his back with a grin still present on her lips. “Wake up~” She calls out again, in a more gentle way this time as she peeked at his face hiding on the pillow. A kiss on the cheek woke up him up which was exactly her goal. “Come on, we gotta go. You have a photoshoot and I have a dance practice today,” She reminded him, nuzzling his shoulder before getting off of him. “Breakfast is ready.”

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