Hyunwoo frames his face with his hands with a seemingly innocent smile, “I think I have friends because I’m endearingly dumb and awkward.” He was half kidding. How else would people be able to put up with him if he weren’t at least a little cute despite his weird quirks though?

Woozi has a ship! I’m honestly so proud of him, and these two make a very powerful couple indeed. Don’t let the warm colors fool you, one is just as cutthroat as the other, and if you mess with one of them, you mess with both of them, and you’ll most likely end up dead. Congrats @pciscnpeach!

          Black pumps emitted muffled clacks against the complex’s carpet flooring in the hallway, each confident step leading the mortician closer and closer to a door marked with a metal ‘206′. She was meant to knock, as was expected when visiting another, however she lifted the palm of her hand to press against the closed entry. Her ear followed suit of her hand, listening for any signs of more than one guest on the other side. The silence was eerie, heavy, even to her where she stood. Yejin ran her tongue over her lower lip, body almost vibrating with the anticipation she felt. The energy of the moment, knowing the special case her customer was, it was what propelled her to finally enter.           With the spare room key she had been given, the mortician opened the door just wide enough to allow for her tall, slender body to slide through. A metal click of the door shutting behind her was the first sign of her arrival. The floor beneath her feet had changed to wood, prompting the woman to remove the rather loud shoes she had boldly decided to wear for a house call. One hand set the pair of heels down quietly to the side of the entrance in the dark and quiet apartment, her steps now softer, lighter than before as she eased her way further inside.           “Tae?,” a deceivingly demure voice called out to him, the flick of a switch illuminating the room she found him and his work within.

                         EYES SLOWLY LOOK UP FROM his hands, moments before questioning why she even wanted to know how he came across with all these scratches and bruises on his skin, all to obvious to hide. it isn’t much, but it somehow makes his chest tighten, teeth biting at his lips. she cares about him—–  something he never thought he’d hear coming from her lips, he hasn’t known jooe to be the type to care much.   ❛   don’t play with me if you’re not being serious, jooe. i don’t need to have some false hope in someone again, to only have my heart broken again.   ❜   there’s a tinge of bitterness to his words, remembering how he so easily fell for someone and only ended up hurt because of his own foolishness.   ❛   why do you care about me   ?   ❜   the angel questioned quietly, eyes watching her all the whilst.

Hyunwoo has a photo of himself with his crush in high school. He wasn’t able to confess to them because they were friends. Sometimes he wonders what they are up to and hopes they are well.