#noryi

“I’d tell you to check the date on that soda but --- soda doesn’t expire does it?” 

daehyun wasn’t awake. the kind of awake where he could register his surroundings, much less people barging in his space. everything’s been a bit of a blur, a pleasurable blur and probably why sori thinks he’s just finished a party. he’s got the look on his face like he’s sated when he’s not. to be fair it does look like about ten people just made their out his dorm but he’s jut been - busy. he’s got a stack of papers on the desk by his bed that tell more of a tale than the clothes lying around. it's nearing one in the morning and he’s supposed to be gearing up for something something ----- early morning practice...

never mind it’s friday no practice. 

company! he doesn’t mind sori’s company as much as he thinks it worries her. daehyun adapts pretty quickly, like sliding a sweatshirt over his body and using his hand to throw his hair back and wake himself up. “aside from you barging in my dorm like this, what’re you scared for? I mean I’m a little upset you came here this late by yourself--- what were there guys outside or something?” he gathers himself, wits personality and all to respond.

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❝ Are you sure? ❞    Yoojin admired her friend’s outstretched hand with a curious look in her gaze, before it fell upon the other female’s features not too long after. Raising one eyebrow, she decided to put her friend up for a challenge, instead of letting a simple sentence like that be enough for her hand to be held, as she honestly did not see how and why it was necessary, or the intimacy behind it. Especially in public, and for no reason at all—or what she considered no reason. Perhaps her friend had a good reason hidden somewhere at the palm of her hand and whatever was going on in her head were too far stretched, which probably would result in Yoojin never understanding her and her motives. Just then, she realized that she perhaps should ease up a bit after all, and holding hands were not a crime.

three little words

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“Do I look like your stylist? Or one of your girlfriends?” Kyungsoo asks with a huff, glaring at the woman slightly. Silence passes over the two before he sighs giving into the woman, he was always a push over with women. “You sit on the floor then. I’m not standing to brush your hair. And don’t ask me to do anything fancy like braid it or something, because I don’t know how to. And I don’t want to learn so there. Brush.”