#onibuugi

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“What do you mean ‘almost’, huh?” Changjo stuck his tongue out at the other male, narrowing his eyes a bit. In his hand he held several plastic bugs, and in the other, he held Jonghyun’s coat. Being the trickster he was, the younger male had planned on planting the fake insects inside the older’s coat, and filming Jonghyun’s subsequent reaction once the bugs came spilling out. Unfortunately, his plan had been foiled-- Jonghyun came out of the bathroom much faster than Changjo had anticipated. As a result, he had been caught red-handed. “Aish... This would have been so funny! Way to ruin it!” He pouted at the other, before handing the male a few of the plastic cockroaches. “Here. Since I didn’t get to pull this off on you, let’s go pull it on someone else... Maybe other Jonghyun-hyung? Let’s call it the battle of the Jjongs...! The last Jong standing is the winner!”

      ★ : ANSWER !  welcomes from korean entertainment

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08:47   i guess pretty quiet… i only trained for about a year and a half before i debuted just last month. everything kind of skyrocketed in a matter of a few days. no one knew my name, who i was, i could go get coffee without feeling like i was being stared at kekekeke

08:49   of course i’m not saying it’s a bad thing! i might have a rather rough facial expression all of the time but deep down i’m loving the attention, heh… it just doesn’t always seem that way

@onibuugi 

Is it ridiculous to cheer him up? Not that he’s feeling particularly down in the first place, but once she heard the news she thought it’d be nice to throw out a few ideas to brighten their atmosphere days after the event. What’s ridiculous about making twenty cups of pudding and seeing who can eat the most within five- no ten minutes? Is it an unreasonable thought? Of course her manager would kill her if he ever finds out, but he’ll never find out. 

  a deep sigh came as he ran his digits through the deep brown waves of his hair. lips pulling into a small grimace he reached into pocket for his phone and flicked it open to look at the time. it was getting later and later by the minute. still he had made a promise, and he never made promises that he didn’t keep. looking directly at the burner that was blazing beneath the silver pot, he watched as water droplets formed on the outter chrome, running driplets down the sides. rolling his tongue in his cheek he focused on the boiling noodles for a moment before quickly chopping up some green onion, tossing it in the bot with a bit of egg. finally- the ramyeon was all done.  bringing the pot into the living room he saw his noona concentrating on the computer screen and he grinned, setting the pot down.  “ still ranking I see… you really didn’t bring sona top lane again did you..?” he inquired with a quirk of his lips as he settled down beside her with a small grunt. crossing his legs he placed his hands into his lap as the noodles steamed up a bit and he turned his laptop on from sleep mode. “ah, yeah noona I have some schedules in the early morning, but I normally don’t sleep well. It’s a disease I have….. and plus I promised to teach you to play this game better and I’m not planning on letting you down! “

♡ — Ever since her “ ramen dance “ scene on The K2, Yoona found herself practically always surrounded by ramen. However, to her, it wasn’t a problem at all. In fact, she enjoyed it as it now reminded her of the wonderful memories of the drama and she was already an avid fan of food to begin with. Having had to film the scene several times for her drama, Yoona  was quite familiar with the scent of the noodles that her nose perked up as the warm smell slowly reached her. She had just focused her attention back to the screen when she heard the male enter with the boiled noodles.

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“okay... you see. that’s the problem. you can’t fucking see a thing in this city.” as if squinting his eyes through his dirty glasses would somehow enhance the dull and distant dots on the sky, he is craning his neck up, quitting the moment after. the cloak remains as black and as motionless as ever, stars blocked by the bright city lights. kinda useless.

“dunno what stars ye wanted to see tonight, but it seems they’re not shining for you now. or who knows --- maybe you’ll be lucky and see a shooting one? but if it’s actually a meteor about to strike us, make sure your wish is something like: please don’t wipe us off the face of the planet, cheers.” the metallic sounds of the rusty railing don’t worry jae one bit, even if a wrong move would certainly plunge him ahead with his face against the train tracks. but even so far away from the city’s centre, the sky isn’t any more favourable for a late night stargaze. the guitar is wrapped inside its case as it hangs down on of jae’s shoulders, the zipper lying forgotten midway, the wooden surface poking through. if he doesn’t pull himself out of his lethargic state, his guitar might fall down, but it wouldn’t be the first time the instrument is subjected to harsh treatment.

Make Me Admit

20. Are you starting to realize anything?Ans. I am, as a matter of fact. I have begun to realize just how lucky I am when it comes to having met certain people, who may or may not still remain in my life. But each one have been a part of a chapter in my life and I have learned so many things as life progressed. This talk might sound deep and out of the blue but I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I have learnt to be self sufficient and not place blind faith on others to realize self worth.

21. Are you in a good mood?Ans. Oddly enough, I’ve been in a great mood, of late. Perhaps it’s just the excitement of my group’s upcoming comeback. Despite being tired or sleepy all the time, the members and I have worked together amidst all the traveling from one country to another and cannot wait to begin promotions once again!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?Ans. Even I do not have that big of a death wish. I would like my boring old method of dying when reading my favorite book. 

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?Ans. Yes, they are. I have inherited some great looks and broad shoulders too from him.

24. What do you want right this second?Ans. Food. My stomach is sending pangs of hunger signals. Sign bonae... Signal bonae... I must have some food.