#mnsnus

      ❝In a logical philosophy, worrying only means you suffer twice.❞

Hoseok hummed, nodding his head as he looked over to the other. But he blinked in surprised, his words seemingly catching him off-guard by the words that came out of his mouth. Yes, he considered himself intelligent, but never once would the model thought that these kind of words would come out of his mouth so naturally. 

❝Hold on.. did I just actually say that?❞

“ E V E N T S  like this... don’t you find them t i r i n g ?? "

In Adrien’s fingers was a champagne flute; though inside it was void of the bubbling beverage he’d so looked forward to drinking — instead, what replaced it was apple juice. The event planners had made sure to steer alcohol out of his reach, even though he was only a year below the legal drinking age, but he didn’t mind. Usually he would’ve opted for juice a night like this, but spying upon the many bottles he hadn’t seen before, there was suddenly a burning desire to try it... it was fine though. If he so wished, by the end of the night he would slip a sip of the expensive looking bottle standing proud as a centrepiece for rich tycoons to pour - the name on it read Krug Vintage Brut 1988.

It was formal. He’d been invited as Korea’s national male representative of the Ballroom Dance Institute, but for what? He wasn’t exactly sure... yet he came, as he was told to do so; and in the most expensive suit the institute managed to buy. If he was suddenly going to an event he didn’t want to attend, at least he could get something out of it in return, but even that couldn’t wipe the disinterest off of his expression. He leaned back in his chair, eyes looking up to the draped curtains that hung from the ceiling. They were white, dyed a travelling purple from the moving lights. They were dim, as white beams reflected off of the dance floor that a number of people had taken to, arms wrapped around each other’s person while they slowdanced to the tune of Ed Sheeran playing through state of the art speakers. If he dared to look at them, he would dare to nitpick at their technique, and he really wasn’t in the position do so. So he turned to his seat mate who hadn’t answered his question yet. Unusual.

“...I’m Adrien.” He clears his throat before he begins speaking, holding his hand out towards her as he does so. She’s mature, he observes, embellished in an elegant beauty quite like nothing he’d seen before. He isn’t short of breath, yet he might as well be when he lets out an embarrassing hiccup when he looks her in the eye. She’s enchanting. “...I’m the Korean representative for Ballroom Dancing. You might’ve seen me on TV or something... if you’re into lame shows like that.”

ME IM SO SHOOK LIKE WHAT SHE IS A BABY BUT WOW UM

( sms ) Chicken wiiiiiings ( sms ) Like, spicy buffalo chicken wings omg ( sms ) Well now I’m hungry smh 

“ Ah, of course. We’ll continue to work hard but ... sometimes dreams are one in a lifetime opportunity. Even if we cannot achieve this dream, i’m sure we will create the best of memories and find new dreams to aspire to. ” Often did she, and her fellow members, discuss their dreams of achieving something in particular — the rookie award. But competition is stiff and it is a category with a time limit. 

Still, the words are reassuring and she becomes more resolute (if possible) than before. Laughter accompanies her next sentiment, mirth mirrored in a happy little grin. “ Cheesy is good, who doesn’t mind a bit of cheese! I hope you’ll cheer for me and my dream though — whatever the ending result shall be, i’ll be happy just to know you supported our dream! ”

( sms ) Maybe pizza… with buffalo chicken on it ( sms ) I WONDER IF THEY SELL THAT OMG

                                           COLORBOARD

Playing the Neutral Colors game: White, is the color at its most complete and pure, the color of perfection. The psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology white is the color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so to speak. It is the blank canvas waiting to be written upon. While white isn't stimulating to the senses, it opens the way for the creation of anything the mind can conceive.