BASICS

NAME: Cha Hakyeon. BIRTHDAY: June 30, 1990. GENDER: Male. HEIGHT: 180 cm.

 TALENTS

CAN YOU JUGGLE: I haven't tried yet, but I bet I'll be good at it.  ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Both. Dancing is an art, and I'm good at archery. I'm good at everything, actually.  DO YOU LIKE WRITING: Yes, but mostly in my diary.  DO YOU LIKE DANCING: Of course. Dancing is practically my life. DO YOU LIKE SINGING: Yes, and I'm good at it. 

 FANTASIZES

DREAM VACATION: I don't mind where as long as I have my family and my members, relaxing.  DREAM GUY/GIRL: Someone wise and kind.  DREAM WEDDING: Having who ever I marry, and being surrounded by those closest to me is all that matters. . DREAM PET: Something small, and cute.  DREAM JOB: I'm already there. 

 PREFERENCES

GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: Doesn't matter.  EYE COLOR: Doesn't matter. HAIR COLOR: Again, doesn't matter. HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: A balance of both. TALLER/SHORTER: It doesn't matter.  BIGGEST TURN OFF: Someone that is close-minded and rude. BIGGEST TURN ON: Someone that is open to all, and is well-mannered.

OTHER

FAVORITE ARTIST: Beyonce. FAVORITE COLOR: Black and Red. LUCKY NUMBER: 6. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Three, I guess-- A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: With my members, family, or starlights! LAST THING I GOOGLED: Jesse McCartney. HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: Two! Three if I'm cold. TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT:  5:51 AM, February 12th, 2015.

TAGGING

"Uhm... Hello?" 

"HYO...SH..Y...OHN..."

"... Hakyeon?" the blonde squinted, questioning what was going on at the other end of the line.

"Taekwoonie encouragshed me to shdrink more, and-- everything.. everysthing is blurry, and I think my penish fell off."

Hyoyeon choked, attempting to stifle the laughter that rose. She never thought the day would come that she would receive the perfect blackmail call for Hakyeon. 

"My legsh feel like.. je..llo, they're like.. swhiggle, swhiggle," slurred the leader. Hyoyeon could hear his feet tapping against the tile of their dorm, assuming it was his attempt to "wiggle" his legs. 

"N, Hakyeon, Cha Hakyeon-- I think you need to drink some water and go rest."

"But I .... musht.. DANCSHE!" exclaimed the tan male on the line. 

Hyoyeon squinted as she heard stumbling, and a thud-- followed by groans. 

"N, are you--"

"Hyung, not again... !" a familiar deep voice whined, "you always try dancing to error when drunk and it just-- it doesn't work. I'll carry you back to your room, Hyung. Did you call people again? I swear I need to watch out for your image."

"Are you sure you want to do another round?" Jieun questioned with a raised brow.  

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't lose this time!" exclaimed Hakyeon, his hands tapping against the table. 

".... That's what you said eight games ago," said the small female as she laid the small shoe between them on the table. 

Sneaks. Hakyeon detested the game, yet at the same time... Loved it. It was a game he always enjoyed playing with his fellow members, but it was rare for them to play it. In fact, when ever he suggested it, it was usually a 'no'. 

You always get so angry when playing that game. 

You call who ever wins a cheater! 

Why do you love that american game so much? You're bad at it. 

The tan male heard those sentences frequently, but he didn't care. He still thoroughly enjoyed playing the game even if Jieun was totally cheating. 

"Well.. Round nine, then?" Jieun cooed, "so you can lose nine games instead of eight?"