#queued.*

The strangers words peaked his interest, if even momentarily. Kay wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or to anyone who was listening. Finally, he turns to face the man beside him ❛ if you are talking to me I don't care how you spend your day ❜ russian drips in his words, he pauses, before nodding his head towards the cafe behind them ❛ but if you can tell me if the two-dollar coffee from this cafe tastes like shit, then much appreciated and I'll be on my way ❜

Kay leans forward in his seat, before placing his gun on the table, ❛ i just want to talk ❜

she’s laying lifelessly on the sofa one second but up on her toes the next, shouting out, “just kidding with ya! hah--- did i scare you there? bet i did!” lithe fingers wrap around the base of the gulp cup and she’s taking one long sip, lurching herself forward with loud cackles falling off her lips. she’s biting down the giggles though suppressing them isn’t quite working for her, peeping sounds resonating out of tightly clamped lips until she eventually tosses her arms around in frantic circles. not even the ultimatum stops her from visibly leaping up and down through the open doors, a buzzing crowd of stylists passing through with ushered whispers and echoing laughs. it’s a good thing filming has ceased, or else yongsun would have had to pipe down her overactive energy to prevent causing a scene. “where’s the fun in that?” she feels it, her system fatally crashing the moment her body crashes against the duvet sheets back in her place so for now, she’ll take advantage of the skyrocketing enthusiasm. “SO! ARE WE GETTING CHICKEN OR CHICKEN? BECAUSE I LOOOOOOVE CHICKEN.” 

unbeknownst to the other’s distaste towards beans yet yongsun continues to urge her to try the dessert, unabatingly promising the same truth over and over. it’d be a pity if twice’s youngest member didn’t try this--- it’s an absolute gem and she’s determined to break through the barricades of fear tzuyu has over beans. “they’re all crushed and it’s all blended in. the taste of the condensed milk empowers the taste and it’s just like drinking milk with tapioca! like taro milk tea.” seconds tick by without an exchange of words and a small, encouraging smile breaks across the elder’s features. gently draping an arm over her waist, she gives the tall one a slight push, adding, “i promise it’s good. will i offer it if it wasn’t?”  

[ ✉️ » boksoonie 🌸 ] just kidding, hue. but we really should get food together because i’m the hungriest person alive right now

she holds a burning flame of sympathy because she can relate exactly--- it’s been one of her busiest months, especially with preparations for mamamoo’s upcoming concert next month. she’s sure it hasn’t been the easiest for him either, with the continuous schedules for his group. “aigoo, kim taehyung.” she draws out a long sigh and her hands slip to her side, shoulders rounding as her form slouches down. “but i don’t got cookies anymore, you ate them all. what to do?”