#mochijm

He knows that Jimin didn’t mean to startle him, but it was still something he was never expecting the older to do. “Y-Y-You d-d-did st-st-startle m-m-me th-though,” he pouts. Really, with how long he has been living with Jimin and known him he never expected this from him. When he heard the reason as to why he kissed his cheek he grew flustered because he wasn’t expecting that to be the reason. He thought there was some reason other than that for the kiss on his cheek. “I-I-I’m n-n-n-not c-c-c-cute...” he continues on pouting.

“ Wait-- does my hair looks okay? “ Hyeonsil grabbed his phone and checked himself with the front camera for the nth time, fixing a few strands of his blonde hair before deeming himself perfect. “ I know this video is about you working, but if i happen to show up in the video i need to look perfect for the fans i’m going to steal from you. “

“Yeah, you made the right choice coming into this place.” Taekwoon mumbled to the male “I doubt anyone here knows who you are. I didn’t, i was told by my boss, who sent these.” he placed down courtesy drinks to the male’s table, sent by the owner of the club who had seemed to be the only one to recognize the male. “I doubt anyone will bother you here.”

After a while she felt eyes on her and looked around the warming up room to look at the other people warming up her. Rika’s eyes finally landed on a young man and she smiled at him as she had realized he had glanced at her for a moment.

          “WHAT NO- I DIDN’T DO IT! i’m INNOCENT! i swear!!”

          The elder man walked out with his hands in his back pockets, head cocking ever so slightly to the side at the sight of the stranger. It wasn’t oven that he saw new people in this part of the down. It was fairly spacious all the way out here, and most he came across were locals to the neighbourhood. “Are you lost?” He asked, stopping at the end of his driveway to look at the other. “You look lost.”

“Y’alrigh’ over there?---” He asks, in the midst of upturned stools and his lip swelling from a timely punch; but the other guy was in worse shape. Minho was a military man, trained to de-escalate conflict; much more concerned over the poor guy that had been targeted in the first place. “Did he hurt you?” 

“Listen here. If you don’t like the outfit, you can be honest with me because that look on your face is telling me you don’t like it. It’s okay I won’t get mad or anything.” Myungsoo was all fine if the male didn’t like the outfit. He was trying to see what type of clothing the male liked and seeing if he can come up and make one that fit them. If this one didn’t work, then he was more than welcome to create another one. “Now be honest with me. Do you like it or not?”