*+:｡.｡ "woowoo...” he spun in his desk chair, to face her, and then spun again so he was faciing the desk, and then back again to face her. over and over he did this while he spoke, “do you think it’s weird that...baekhyun-hyung liked me so much? right from the beginning when i was just a bumbling trainee. he barely knew me but he always had his eyes on me...that’s weird isn't’ it?”” strange dreams were a bit of a normal thing for taekyung, but as of recent, he’d been having extremely different ones related to certain people. people name seo baekhyun and moon sora.

*+:｡.｡ “how was the house? i wanted to go check on it with you, but you had sora with you. didn’t want to get involved in any husband-wife conversations you guys were having.” 

*+:｡.｡ "yeri-ah.” kt clapped his hand down on yeri’s shoulder, “i have a favor to ask of you.”

*+:｡.｡ "ahh -- hyung !!” taekyung had been waiting in the lobby so that he could catch baekhyun the moment he came through. like the anxious, eager child he was, he jumped up from his seat and jogged over to him, practically skidding to a halt in front of him, “a-are you busy? do you have a second? or a minute? or an...an hour, maybe i-i don’t know how long this is gonna take.”

*+:｡.｡ “you’ve returned.” as he’d expected he would. it was actually more convenient for damon to not have to kill two idols from the same company on the same day. so he was actually quite grateful that minjoon pulled through in getting the necklace, “i assume you have it, then?”

*+:｡.｡ "you would not buh-lieve how much my instagram and twitter of popped off because it leaked we’re collaborating.” mali scrolled through her feed, a blur of reaction gifs and excited comments accented with more exclamation marks than needed passing through her vision before she redirected her gaze to hanuel, “and my v-live last night had so many people asking me questions. like who else is going to be a part of it, did i know you before now just...it’s been crazy. you’ve go a huge fanbase, hanuel.”

*+:｡.｡ woori was attracting a few looks. a rosy pink haired foreigner in a french cafe with a cold macchiato staring dejectedly at her phone’s metro app trying to decipher which train she needed to get on and what stop to get off of. it was one of those moments where she felt so alone. so out of her element.so far away from home, and the anxiety of it all was forcing her inward, not outward to ask for directions. it would have been so easy. what stop on the metro is closest to Luxembourg Garden - she even knew how to say it. but no. she sat there just staring. footsteps met her ear, and a pair of shoes were visible out of the corner of her eye. “no, thank you. I don’t need---” it was not the waiter. unless the korean boy she’d met a few days ago had a part time job, “ -- oh! leo!”

*+:｡.｡ "i don’t look strange do i?” pale blue eyes formerly shrouded by dark lenses looked shyly up at reese. she’d done a spell to make her protective lenses invisible, an attempt at not standing out quite so much anymore.