#rp.para

( ☼ ) With a full stomach and company that provided even more warmth, he was set for the upcoming winter evening. One, two, step. One, two, step. The mantra repeated in his head while they walked along the sidewalk, avoiding the little breaks between the cement whenever he could. The only signal of his attention toward her rambling hinted with little hums and grunts of agreement. It isn’t until she poses the question that he finally looks over at her then down toward her hands in order to confirm for himself.      “You forgot even after I told you?” It comes as a surprise merely because he’s usually the one prone to forgetfulness. That discussion, however, was better for another time thus he nods in acceptance. “Yeah, but first…” His left hand is brought up toward his lips where he blows tenderly at each of his fingers. “I gotta warm ‘em up for you.”

☂ — “If craving for food was an Olympic sport, I’d get gold every single time,” a breathy  chuckle drawn from her lips, glance spared  down on the snow-papered concrete the so-called aliens were walking on. If anything, Sujin was glad to spend time with Taehyung, her sense of humour and comical antics was something considered odd; but sticking out like a sore  thumb was a common feat the two shared.

Seoul’s chilly winters provided an excelent reasoning to visit grilling restaurants, “Oh, and I’d probably be a meokbang if I wasn’t an idol,” Sujin muses. It only took a few  steps to realized that her fingertips  gradated a bluish hue, as it stung the moment the rigid padding of her tiers brushed against her parka. Quick to get her reasoning across, her hands were raised up to Taehyung’s tiers, though his  warm breath only lasted for a few measly seconds; which wasn’t enough. Pallidly  did she stare at him, uttering out her next words.

“Are we shooting a drama right now--?”

(SEMI-AU) Based on the show 우리 결혼했어요 ! ↳ An idol-verse where WA$$UP is rising to fame, and SHINee’s Lee Taemin never partook in the show.

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☂ — Shifting in her seat, slender digits raised up, running along her dark-ebony tresses, the dark backdrop draping just behind her, serving as a background. The prospect of living a domestic-based relationship seemed too daunting, almost surreal, and this show was far greater than Sujin thought she had to fare. The sharp and alarming cry from a man behind the recording device bellowed, signalling an on-recording session, in which they were currently taping the individual commentaries; the vocalist’s virtual husband’s identity yet to be revealed. 

    “Hello, I’m WA$$UP’s second maknae, Sujin,” her crown visible as her head gestured a slow bow, much to her mirth and excitement, a visible smile toothy, “I’m currently 20 years old.” she added. The initial recording was merely edited, as Sujin only had to answer a few questions regarding the show’s main context: how do you feel about your husband, who do you think it is, and so on. Of course a few personal questions were inquired as well, though the brunette answered between bouts of laughter; she enjoys acting as a coy lady.

    AND THE WIFE IS..! The group huddled around each other, a card held by the tallest member, Jiae, the announcement was currently on hold. Each of the members sat down on the sofa, lounging around whilst the passing the Bristol-board based paper around, a gasp each drawn from each member’s lips.

    “This can’t happen! Why not me!” Dain jests, the comical commentary directed towards the camera, “Ah, she’s gonna be such a bad wife, though.” Though sedentary, Sujin sat at the very end, jaw gaped whilst a fixed gaze glued at her bandmates who seemed to be rather disappointed upon skimming through the sent letter. 

 “Who is it? I really want to know.” the notecard forthwith handed down to her, deep brown pools sparing note a glance, a familiar name comes, neatly printed. BANG SUJIN. Credulous about the situation, her lips parted, jaw gaping her mouth open, a fazed mien draining upon her face; no way. It could have been one of the older members, but never in a million years would anyone think it would be her.

— {★} — "And the most talented,” she added on with a laugh that followed her words. “Ah, Sujin-ah, if only you went to SOPA with me and Wooju as well…you could’ve ended up as pretty and as cool as us!”

☂ — The slight ignorance irked the brunette, but given the fact that SOPA was a prestigious school, and commonly mistaken for her alma matter, Seoul Art’s, Sujin couldn't argue even more. “Ya! Hong Euijin! I’m still just as cool! And plus, Jiae-unnie was in my school, too, and she's still cool.”

“Sujin!! How can I forget the limbo expert? Will you tell me what’s your secret? Cause I really want to be prepared next time we get this challenge again. I still can’t take my mind off how amazing you were at it!”

☂ — Nose creasing a few folds, the cringed look paired with a blithe smile. “Unnie talks about it like as if I didn’t win,” Sujin’s tone curled, beckoning a light and amiable atmosphere.

“But.. Actually, Minty-unnie’s dance during the Group Intro was so powerful.” a compliment casually slipped in.

☂ — Sujin lingered around the brasserie's door, her breathing felt too rushed, and to differentiate the fact that she was about to see the person she holds some amour for, doubles the lurching emotion tenfold. She peered her neck out, her fringe prodding out of the corner, she was going to do this. 

There he was, still glorious, Sujin's aforementioned lover, sedentary while sitting down in a corner, patiently waiting for the vocalist. With a quick dash to the cafe, any sort of greeting or forebearance would have to wait, Sujin halted the moment she got to Sehun, palms pressed down against the cafe's wooden top, her gestures boldly preemptive. 

☂ — “I was just lamenting that with all the lipstick you have over there, not one  seems to be my shade.” Sujin liked acting coy, and so with that, the playful and chiming chuckle resonated between the two young women.

「ӎ」┄   “ But… If we don’t go, we’ll miss out on the one chance at buying this                   game while we still have the freedom! “

         The male is dressed in nothing but dark clothing, mouth shielded by a face mask and his          hoodie cloaked over his face, but enough for him to still be able to see. It was late, later          than what was deemed as ‘past curfew’. Mark somehow convinced the other accompany          him to the late night release of some well-known video game he had pre-ordered but at          some point on the way there, the female had decided she wanted to back out, refusing          to step any further as he tugged on her arm lightly.

                  “ Please? You promised me. “

☂ — Donning on a black cardigan, Sujin’s was clad with dark and colours that blended easily along the city’s now dimming streets. Paranoid that they both might be caught out in such an ungodly hour, Sujin indecisively halted in her tracks, what if someone  has been following suit? “I did! But why can’t oppa just go ask someone to go get it for him!” her voice raspy, a loud whisper drawn from her lips.

☂ — ‘no running’ were the rules when it comes to buying beenzino’s new album, and the store’s front was adorned with crowds of fans, unfortunately Sujin was one of them. She was determined to beat everyone to it and buy the one-and-only exclusive and golden packaged one.

But faced with the woman in front of her, the brunette narrowed her eyes, tugging the packaging back to her full grasp.  “Excuse me,” she cleared her throat, “I had it first,”